Fear?

The message was delivered to all the children of Mr. Darkling.

Upon reading the message, Olivia scowled. "Do I have to kill you?" She looks at herself in the mirror. "How do I save my little brother?"

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Henry was having a class in his room. His father brought education to his doorstep since he couldn't afford to leave.

He was lectured on varieties of subjects, from primary studies like maths and English to advanced ones like psychology, philosophy, political affairs, and a bunch of millionaire mindset novels.

It was a no-brainer for him to discover that he was being trained into a business line. He was also taught how to socialize, proper etiquette, speech patterns, and how to flow in a conversation.

This gave him hope of leaving the desert one day, because if he wasn't while go through the stress of teaching him these things.

He learnt sports; football, basketball, baseball, golf, and in combat; he learnt hand-to-hand combat, and use of various weapons: swordsmanship, spearman, bow and arrow, etc.

It was literal brain overload for a seven-year-old, but he was starting to get used to it and also developed interest in some of those activities.

His life was being given a purpose, if he were suddenly set free to live on his own, he wouldn't know what to do or where to go, he wouldn't have a purpose since he doesn't have a passion. But now, with those knowledge he'll be able to cope.

Henry nodded continuously to his teacher but wasn't paying attention, he was busy thinking of how his body both internally and externally was changing. His brain was able to keep up with all the lectures, thanks to the experiments.

But lately, he's heard more often than not, talks about him having a family.

"Are they dead? No, I would have been heard if that was the case, did they abandon me then? What happened? I thought families were supposed to stay together." He thought and decided to not wonder anymore since he couldn't get an answer to it.

It was his personality to not bother himself with things he couldn't control. He tries to avoid thinking about things happening to him; he decided to just live.

~Scribble~

Henry wrote down his last words in his notebook as his lecturer ended the class.

"Make sure to do your assignments, you failed miserably on your last test and I wouldn't like that to repeat itself. I will be off now." The man with black hair and black eyes said as he took his chemistry teaching notebook and left.

Meanwhile, Henry's gaze never left the pen in his hand that he was spinning, not even bothering to bid his teacher farewell.

Henry heaved a sigh and decided to take a nap. The day was more stressful than usual, all his teachers nagged at him for failing homework and classwork exercises.

Unlike students who go to school and have holidays, his class didn't have an exam period or end-of-term holiday, it continues, and the only break is whenever he is going for an experiment.

It felt as if they were trying so hard to wear his mind down for some reason. Observation was a skill of his as his eyesight improved from the experiments. He could see any little detail or inconsistency in something.

His teachers always had this evil spark in their eyes whenever they spoke to him about death, which made Henry wonder why they hadn't sought after this death if it was so great.

The seven-year-old boy doesn't believe in things without solid proof, he doesn't know what's in the afterlife and doesn't want to go there. There is nothing more scary than ignorance; it's the mother of fear. He heaved a sigh, arranged his books, and prepared to take a nap when a woman ran to him.

"Henry, your siblings are here!" A lab assistant reported.

"My siblings?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," she answered.

"..." Henry was speechless. He was less surprised that his siblings visited and more by the look of fear in the staff's eyes.

'Fear. She's scared of my siblings?' He said knowing that something was wrong somewhere.