The Arks - Chapter 372

The Kris within the memory jumped out of harm’s way and turned the tables to his favor. By kicking his fathers’ ankles. But his father was quite well-built and easily knocked the boy out. The real Kris, who was looking at the fight was standing still, trying to remember.

His father raised the knife once more but he froze. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he couldn’t bear to kill his son. No matter how much damage he had done, no matter how many crimes he had committed, he was still his son.

“If we had been poor… If we weren’t a rich family… Would things have turned out this way? Would we still have to go through this pain of bringing up a monster?” whispered his father, looking at his knocked-out boy.

Kris felt rage pumping through his veins. How could his father call him such a thing?! Did he not realize that his son would be ahead of the Research and Development team in the future?! Did his father hate him so much?!

His father lowered the knife as he stared into his son’s sleeping figure. The knife trembled within his grasp. An image of his happy family flashed through his mind. A family, filled with happiness and without pain or shame.

“How could I kill you? You’ve got your mother’s eyes…”

“You’ve got Anna’s eyes…”

And in the end, his father just couldn’t bring himself to stab his son. Dropping the knife, he fled into the night and out of the memory. Kris stood there, confused as he did not recall this part about waking up.

“You have no memory of this either. Because you were too far gone. To satisfy your warped sense of justice, you went on a ramage to kill everyone in the village. And the best time to strike would be in the dead of the night,” explained the voice.

“You started by killing the few people that offered to help you.”

“What happened?!” yelled a woman, opening the door.

“Yea, I’ve got notice that a foul smell was coming through here but I didn’t realize it would be this…” said another woman, appearing behind the first one.

They then carefully held up the corpse, trying to pry the child away from it.

“Hey, the kid’s still breathing.”

The two women stopped and gently woke the kid up. Kris blinked a few times as he tried seeing in the darkness.

“Hey there, are you alright? You feeling hungry?” cooed one of the women.

The other stood still in the darkness as she realized who was the kid.

“Everything’s gonna be fine. No one’s gonna hurt you anymore…”

The other woman quickly tugged the woman away, shocking the poor girl.

“What was that for?!”

“That kid… He’s hiding a knife.”

The child pulled out the same knife that his father had dropped and instantly leaped from his spot. The women tried dodging but were both injured with the child’s fast movements. Hearing the women scream, the real Kris widened his eyes at the sight of the area.

Kris turned around abruptly, meeting face to face with the same boy. This time, he held a knife and had a twisted smile on his face. He brandished his knife and proceeded to stab the two women that held his mother.

“You are a murderer. And that night, you claimed the lives of the innocent. Not like it was any different than before.”

Kris has been transported yet again. This time he was looking at the village from atop a cliff. But the village was in flames, with a single child walking through the inferno and chaos. Kris couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing.

The child was none other than himself. He walked through the flames with the same crazed look he had when he killed the two ladies.

“You burnt the whole village. Out of anger that you created for yourself. You are to be blamed for this atrocity. I’ve got another surprise as well. Would you like to see it?” asked the voice, provoking the already beaten Kris.

His mind was in a state of panic and his emotions were all over the place. He didn’t know what to do or feel. He just wanted this nightmare to end. He wanted the spell to end but he wanted to win.

“It’s not as if you gave me any other choice,” replied Kris.

He found himself standing in a blank space. He was on flat ground but it wasn’t a room. A glass tank was in front of him.

“Open it.”

He did as he was told and walked towards the tank. He opened it, only to see a skeleton.

“It’s just another skeleton. What do you want me to see?” asked Kris.

“Check its neck.”