4. CLAN

"So what, I don't care from which clan I belong from, neither I care about you all. I just don't want to live here, why can't you respect my decision!" He yelled in empty walls decorated with family photos. Richness screaming loudly from the ceiling, as the chandelier shined in the hall filling it with more royalty and richness.

"Listen here, young boy. I happen to not care about your decision or whatever that you make. I want you here with your all things till the evening. No ifs and buts." Yelled his father climbing down stairs, drinking his favourite wine. It was more like thunderous command which still made his hands shook in fear.

Grumbling under his breath he jerked his head towards his father. Pure rage shined in his eyes as he stomped away from them making his mother yell from behind. Her steps irritatingly echoing in the background.

"Your existence makes this empty place fill up. This family misses you. You can't just disrespect your great great grandparents." The feminine voice echoed making him hiss but he didn't stop and continued walking away from.

"He doesn't understand what our ancestors had sacrificed for us, does he?" murmured his father looking at his reflection in the chandelier.

Rich yellow screaming among halls, he wanted to escape from. Denzel wanted nothing else but to run away from the place.

"He makes me so tired." Whined his wife as she held her head in his hand and showing pure denial in his son's decision.

"You all should respect Denzel's decision. He will comeback whenever he wants, he is free to do whatever. He is an adult now." Entered the lady in her eighties. Her steps never wavered with her voice. She always stood upon her decision firmly, as always.

"It's not about Denzel's decision. He never wanted to be called Hudson. That's what the matter is about!" Grumbled his father, displeasure dripping from his face as he tsked with disapprovingly.

"Look at my face to see if I care." Murmured the old lady making them bow their head.

"We are sorry." Muttered the couple in unison, with displeasure.

"You should be, not to me but to your son. Leave!" Her voice was strong with authority as she narrowed her eyes on them. Her white eye brows shining under the yellow light as she slowly backed away to the stairs.

"Don't you think your step-mother is too much to handle." Whispered his wife in his ears, angrily fisting her fingers.

"Calm down she is on her death-bed, soon she will be six feet under the ground. And all of these will be ours to rule over." Answered the husband making her howl out a laughter.

"Quite a brat son you are." Remarked the wife with a smirk resting on her face, as her hand snaked over his shoulder.

"Not brat but the worst brat, darling. And you fall for that worst brat." The same smirk was resting over his face as he replied to her making both of them burst into laughter. The same laughter which their son hated.

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"I apologise for my mistake and I am ready to do anything for you." Tristain whispered sitting beside her making her roll her eyes.

In a class empty of students, she turned around gathering her things. Afternoon sun setting the temperature uncomfortably high.

"Gosh! You are so clingy, why won't you leave me alone. Please respect my personal space." She grumbled under her breath as her nose flared with anger.

Her mind desired to be left alone.

"I respect your personal space just know I am always here for you." He reminded her shifting away from her. His fingers curling over his own wrist in nervousness.

His feet scraped over the titled floor of their empty classroom.

Arweyna wanted nothing more but to smack him on his face. Gulping down the wave of anger she turned away from him as he padded out of the classroom.

"What was he doing here?" Denzel asked leaning in her ear, making his breath tickle her ear.

She turned her horrified face towards him to serve him a hard glare. He startled her.

"That applies for you, too"

"I sensed you were uncomfortable,-" he answered leaning back into the seat.

"Since when 'the bad boy' started caring about others." she mocked with a mocking smile resting on her face, crossing her arms.

"Whatever." He murmured looking at his desk. His skin shone under the sunlight giving a enchanting view.

"I don't care. Do whatever you what. The only thing I don't understand is, why do you care about me? Like suddenly out of nowhere. Because for all I know is that you don't care about anything. At all." She muttered looking at him confusingly, trying to get back her chain of thoughts together. Her nails scratching her chin.

"You are smart shorty, aren't you?" Cheap grin formed on his making her hate him to the core.

"Who sent you to confront me?" She asked gritting her, her hand slowly moving towards her ankle where she keeps her dagger.

In a flash of a second, he leaned on her face catching her wrist in his tight grip, he pinned her to the wall making her frown from the caused pain.

"Nobody rules over me. I am my own ruler, my own emperor." He whispered twisting her wrist. Her features morphing into disgust.

"Now, tell me why did you burnt those papers with blueprints?" Listening to him, her heart dropped in the pool of dreadness but she didn't let it show it on her face.

Her eyes switched from disgust to anger then to numb.

"Which blueprints?" She asked with confusion laced on her features, which for a second made him believe on her lie.

"If I didn't saw it with my own eyes I would have believed your lie. But tch, I chose not to. Now, would you like to answer my question or should I report you to the cops?"

"God! This world hate me, doesn't it!" Exclaiming softly she breathed out aloud. Her breath fanning fanning his face making his grip loosened over her wrist.

"You stayed with me all of the time for that. How can I forget you are a part of a Hudson clan, afterall!" Mumbling she punched him on his nose. A crack sound popped, making her heart fill up with satisfaction.

"Ow, nice punch I must say." Grumbling, he covered up his nose.

"Gosh! You like to be hated, don't you?" She said drinking his eyes, pain shining in them.

"I love to!"

She huffed a breath and turned around to collect her stuff.

"It will be wise of me to ignore you." she muttered.

"Not before you tell me the truth!" He demanded, pinning her to the wall.

"Your this force will lead you to somewhere you don't belong to, and I can also do the same for you. They will charge you for assaulting me like that." She threatened him with a triumphant smile but her smile fell soon after witnessing his smirk.

"Just tell me why? And I promise to leave you here and will never cross your way." He demanded poking her dagger in her stomach.

A ghost of fear washed over face.

"What made you think that I will spill it all, that too infront of you?" Greeting her teeth,she firmly ignored the building pain.

"Let's just end the deal by spilling the beans." he grinned, suggesting.

"You are a psychopath!" She wriggled in his grip.

"I didn't wanted any harm towards innocents creatures. Its just that." A whisper with a defeat was heard as he poked the dagger more in her stomach, making the blood trickle down from the small gash.

A burning pain shot through her stomach. It stung sharply and made tears linen her in her eyes. Sucking in a sharp breath, she leaned over to the wall. His frame slowly fading from her sight.

Listening her answer he left her. Dagger dropped on the ground making the cackling sound echo in the empty class room. He went away just like he never existed.

She doubled over with the pain.

"I don't know what I am doing.

Its too frustrating. I don't even know why this world is so against me. Either it hates me too much to make me suffer like this or it loves me too much so that I die soon." A sob escaped through her shaking lips as she dropped onto her knees, circling herself with her arms. Her cries were heard by walls and him.

And Denzel was guilty.

It wasn't like he harmed someone first time. But he never regretted it, he never regretted harming someone; like he did now. He even regretted the way he reacted towards her. For the first time he discovered some feeling like regret and he hated that feeling to the core. It burned and coiled around his beating organ.

But, he knew the next morning he will overcome this feeling and will keep living like nothing happened.

Her mind felt hazy, but she saw a frame walking to her in the midst of blurriness. Getting near to her, the silhouette of man sat beside her, caressing her head. Tears leaked out of her eyes.

She didn't knew who was the stranger, neither did she knew where he came from? She was just blessed to have him by her.

"He shouldn't have hurt you." Sighing he picked up her limp form in his arms. And vanished into this air.

A strange sense of relief washed over her as she leaned her head on his shoulder as the pain curled into her muscles burning into her guts.

Gasping for air she stick to him tightly, her fingers, curling around his jacket.

Teleporting them to her apartment, he lain her down on the cold, hard floor. Burning pain shoot up to her stomach, making her wince and more tears flowed down on her cheeks.

His fingers caressed her tears away.

"Fight Aerwyna. That's what we are all doing for you.

Fight, for us, for yourself, for your kingdom." Joining their heads he muttered, his warm breath fanning her face. His words making her mind go haywire.

"Fight."

Just like the faint word in air, he vanished into this air. Leaving her alone groaning in pain.

Her eyes longed for anyone to help her, even after knowing she was all alone in this world even after having 8 billion human breathing on this planet.