Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 5

VERNERO

Once again, I was 19 years old. I found myself in the glacial, bitter lands of Japan, one of the bases where I was currently under my “remodeling” phase. According to my father, Lorik Cattanio, I was a weakling. I was not even fit to be his son thus needed to be reconstructed, to be remodeled into something perfect, something he would take pride in. So he took me here, to one of the Turantello bases.

The mountains and the thick heavy forest created a false scenery to the viewers, feigning the beauty of the lands of green, hiding the cruelty of what was at the feet of the mountains and deep within the thick forests.

The whir of the gelid frosty air of winter morning sang along, adding to the fake beauty of white coated lands and swallowing the bitter cries of the distressed, creating a nice but harsh tune that bit the earlobes painfully; also giving a crisp, but cold air to breath. The land under the 4 meter thick snow was inconsolably hard against my bare feet, the pristine cold harsh and cruel against my bare skin

Despite all this, the heavy heaped snowflakes coated the lands, making the scenery appealing to the eye and gave a small kiss to the soul of the disturbed. The hope of what lied beneath the heavy forest making i t rather hard to breath. Maybe peace lied beyond, maybe outside this cold personal hell created by my father there was actually life!

was not a dream, no! It was a flashback, a redo of one of the sickest days of my life where I was utterly ready to accept the angel of death

contracted and relaxed. I was intimately aware of the commotion around me. I felt it when Valerie jolted from the bed and ran out in an

electric bullet of the Chiappa Rhino stung me right on my shoulder spade, kissing the bone

was capable of hitting the bull’s-eye even

forcibly parted my very clenched jaw before stuffing a huge rubber band inside my mouth to stop me

The pain that it created was enough to paralyze the victim, sometimes even kill them. The chemical spread through the bloodstream and the

I kicked the stone which was covered by the heavy snow. The pain from the bullet combined with the pain that pierced from my

while I already had some poison

going to end my misery. Right at the far end

inches from my spine. This time, I couldn’t keep up. The frigid snow covering my body, the ice laced ground against my bare feet which