Post by Drake on Jan 2, 2020 17:14:05 GMT -8
Drake was in his room laying on his bed just staring up at the ceiling. It was Christmas Morning. He could hear people partying already… well, more accurately they were still partying. Most groups started yesterday morning and were still going hard. Drake didn’t join in, even despite being offered to join more than one party. Celebrating Christmas was never really his style. Well, more accurately he didn’t even know Christmas was even a holiday until he was in his teens. Sure some of the girls at the brothel tried to keep the magic of Christmas for him… but they were few and far between, there may have been more that wanted to, but because of Drake’s mother… Lets just say ALL festivities were nothing but fancy names for regular ol’ work days. Including Drake despite his young age… He recalled one particular christmas when his client was a large old fat man with a big bushy white beard. He wore all red and seemed to have a really sick obsession with whether kids have been ‘Naughty’ or ‘Nice’ he would visit Drake every Christmas for years always coming by to drop his “specially” wrapped gift for Drake. Drake hated it. It was nothing but the old man’s disgusting D-
“Drake!”
While appreciative of the distraction he sighed.
“What?”
“Come on lets party bro! We are all bout to hit round two! Get your ass over here!”
Then a crowd of cheering drunk people rushed by. Drake couldn’t help but chuckle… but still he wasn’t in any mood to go out partying. However, memories of the Brothel stirred up something inside of him… despite vowing to never return there he couldn’t help but feel a little homesick. The brothel may have been one of the absolute worst places he had ever been in his entire life… But it was still his home once upon a time. His mind made up Drake got up and got dressed in some simple wraps to cover up his chest and arm stump, and a pair of pants. Then he would leave the Lightning Tower and make his way to the Brothel.
He passed people on the road without even a second glance. He was trapped in his thoughts wondering what he was gonna say, wondering who he would get the chance to see, who would be busy with Clients… most importantly… What would he say to his Mother if she was there… All these things and more he wondered as he rounded the corner to the Brothel. But he would stop, as in front of him was no Brothel, but the remains of building that had burned down Months ago. In front of it was a memorial with the names of all the girls that worked there. Pictures, flowers, tokens of affection adorned this memorial with Candles. Drake froze for a moment not completely processing what it was that he was looking at.
“W-w-what…”
He stammered as he took a single step forward.
“What?”
He asked softly taking another step.
“What?!”
He demanded taking two more steps forward!
“WHAT?!”
Drake cried out as he dropped to his knees at the memorial.
“This… this can’t be! What happened?!”
He couldn’t stop the tears. The people around him seemed shocked at the boy’s outburst. Most making comments about how he was too young to have been here… But one of the men, an old regular recognized Drake after a moment, the boy had changed a lot since he had last been at the brothel. The man could hardly believe his eyes…
“Drake? Drake is that you?”
Drake would turn to the man that spoke up and the man came over and embraced the lad.
“I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Drake was still in shock he just sat there and let the man hold him.
“What happened…”
Drake asked his voice once again dropping to just above a whisper. The man held him for a moment longer before releasing him and looking into his eyes, the man had been crying as well.
“There was a fire… it happened suddenly, and quickly consumed the building… No one was able to escape… Not even your mother was able to save them…”
He heard what the man said… but it still didn’t register.
“They’re all gone lad. All of them.”
But Drake didn’t need to be told that… he could still see traces of the girls souls as they were still in transition of letting go of their lives here. Hell, they probably were only still here because of this memorial… Thats when something inside Drake snapped. He got up suddenly, shocking those all around.
“Leave!”
Drake demanded. People started to move… but they didn’t seem to understand what was going on… That is until Drake bit open his thumb and made a Giant Blood and Bone Scythe appear! People started to back up.
“Drake! What are you doing boy?!”
The man asked shocked!
“Setting them free.”
Was all Drake would say as he, in one single slash, destroyed the memorial made for them. Then he would stare at the souls.
“I release thee. Now leave.”
But the souls didn’t…
“I said Leave.”
“Drake…”
“I SAID LEAVE!!!”
Drake yelled at the souls of the woman. He took a step forward.
“Why? Why won’t you be at peace…”
Suddenly there was a commotion in his head, it hurt, as if the voices of hundreds of people yelled out at him. Drake’s eyes snapped open! He knew what he had to do. He would stalk forward and raise out his Scythe, channelling his soul energy into it, he stabbed the staff of the scythe in the ground disturbing all the souls in the area.
“If you won’t leave. Then come to me.”
He would say as he pulled all of the girls souls into his scythe, and then into him. Finally laying them to rest.
“My job is here is done.”
He would say as the scythe deconstructed and was reabsorbed into Drake’s hand. Everyone just watched at him with confusion in their eyes. Drake didn’t care. With that he would turn around and return to the Lightning Tower. He would join the partying this time though! He was feeling better knowing that he was able to give one final gift to those that raised him. Those girls that were his family for better or worse, he did love them… and now they would be able to rest in peace, forever.
(1101 Words)
“Drake!”
While appreciative of the distraction he sighed.
“What?”
“Come on lets party bro! We are all bout to hit round two! Get your ass over here!”
Then a crowd of cheering drunk people rushed by. Drake couldn’t help but chuckle… but still he wasn’t in any mood to go out partying. However, memories of the Brothel stirred up something inside of him… despite vowing to never return there he couldn’t help but feel a little homesick. The brothel may have been one of the absolute worst places he had ever been in his entire life… But it was still his home once upon a time. His mind made up Drake got up and got dressed in some simple wraps to cover up his chest and arm stump, and a pair of pants. Then he would leave the Lightning Tower and make his way to the Brothel.
He passed people on the road without even a second glance. He was trapped in his thoughts wondering what he was gonna say, wondering who he would get the chance to see, who would be busy with Clients… most importantly… What would he say to his Mother if she was there… All these things and more he wondered as he rounded the corner to the Brothel. But he would stop, as in front of him was no Brothel, but the remains of building that had burned down Months ago. In front of it was a memorial with the names of all the girls that worked there. Pictures, flowers, tokens of affection adorned this memorial with Candles. Drake froze for a moment not completely processing what it was that he was looking at.
“W-w-what…”
He stammered as he took a single step forward.
“What?”
He asked softly taking another step.
“What?!”
He demanded taking two more steps forward!
“WHAT?!”
Drake cried out as he dropped to his knees at the memorial.
“This… this can’t be! What happened?!”
He couldn’t stop the tears. The people around him seemed shocked at the boy’s outburst. Most making comments about how he was too young to have been here… But one of the men, an old regular recognized Drake after a moment, the boy had changed a lot since he had last been at the brothel. The man could hardly believe his eyes…
“Drake? Drake is that you?”
Drake would turn to the man that spoke up and the man came over and embraced the lad.
“I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Drake was still in shock he just sat there and let the man hold him.
“What happened…”
Drake asked his voice once again dropping to just above a whisper. The man held him for a moment longer before releasing him and looking into his eyes, the man had been crying as well.
“There was a fire… it happened suddenly, and quickly consumed the building… No one was able to escape… Not even your mother was able to save them…”
He heard what the man said… but it still didn’t register.
“They’re all gone lad. All of them.”
But Drake didn’t need to be told that… he could still see traces of the girls souls as they were still in transition of letting go of their lives here. Hell, they probably were only still here because of this memorial… Thats when something inside Drake snapped. He got up suddenly, shocking those all around.
“Leave!”
Drake demanded. People started to move… but they didn’t seem to understand what was going on… That is until Drake bit open his thumb and made a Giant Blood and Bone Scythe appear! People started to back up.
“Drake! What are you doing boy?!”
The man asked shocked!
“Setting them free.”
Was all Drake would say as he, in one single slash, destroyed the memorial made for them. Then he would stare at the souls.
“I release thee. Now leave.”
But the souls didn’t…
“I said Leave.”
“Drake…”
“I SAID LEAVE!!!”
Drake yelled at the souls of the woman. He took a step forward.
“Why? Why won’t you be at peace…”
Suddenly there was a commotion in his head, it hurt, as if the voices of hundreds of people yelled out at him. Drake’s eyes snapped open! He knew what he had to do. He would stalk forward and raise out his Scythe, channelling his soul energy into it, he stabbed the staff of the scythe in the ground disturbing all the souls in the area.
“If you won’t leave. Then come to me.”
He would say as he pulled all of the girls souls into his scythe, and then into him. Finally laying them to rest.
“My job is here is done.”
He would say as the scythe deconstructed and was reabsorbed into Drake’s hand. Everyone just watched at him with confusion in their eyes. Drake didn’t care. With that he would turn around and return to the Lightning Tower. He would join the partying this time though! He was feeling better knowing that he was able to give one final gift to those that raised him. Those girls that were his family for better or worse, he did love them… and now they would be able to rest in peace, forever.
(1101 Words)
