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indigosees · 5 years ago
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Mirrors
Character/s: Daiki Kwon, Hyun-ji Kwon, Jing-sae Kwon, Anaïs Park Fandom: Original work Trigger Warning: Violence, Death (?)
[ Continues from a previous work. Also, Tony and Lavinia belongs to @catphantom​ ]
There are approximately 1.25 million people dying of road crashes each year. Odds of it happening to a person, at least once in their life? Who knows. We often see it portrayed in media: car accident taking the life of a beloved, or a group of people. Sometimes, the main character embarks on a journey to discover himself. The audience would be able to better understand why he died and who he left behind. Other times, he will be stuck in a loop, until he did something right, and in the end he will be the one killed, and the other supposed victim lives. The entertainment industry capitalizes on human tears and agony. It’s a shame that no one sees it.
One would sometimes wonder, if such things are possible: to change the past or to simply return back in time, and relieve a time that's more preferable than the present. I for one don't bother believing in such things nor do I bother to hope for the possibility.  Whatever has happened, has happened. There's no turning back. Even as my eyes rested on the bloodied heap that used to be my wife, I didn't have to look up to see who was behind it, because I already knew this would happen. 
"That's not mom," he seethed. I must have pushed a little too far by bringing my wife back to life. "And I won't let it defile my memory of her."
"Where's Hyun-ji?" I asked after his sister. As the emotional one, she was likely  to have gone somewhere. "Hiding. Like the coward she is," he walked over to the sink, washing the knife, like nothing alarming just happened. I didn't need to look around and find my daughter as she cried up to me, the weight of her body against mine. "Dad--dad," she choked in between sobs, "brother is--" her tears kept rolling down her cheeks, eyes red and sore. I wrapped my arms around her, patting her head. I made sure she wouldn't see the grotesque display of her mother's remains, though she have probably seen it already. If only Anaïs were here, she would know what to do. Regardless of what she thought, she raised our kids well, that even our son who took after me respected her greatly. Case in point, the remains of her clone sprawled across the kitchen floor. "It'll be fine, Hyun-ji," I tried to console her. "Your father will take care of it."
"Take care of what?!" Wrong move again? Jeez, this kid is difficult. How did Anaïs raise him? "Take care of the clone's remains and get another one?" Hyun-ji winced in my chest. She never liked it when we fought--even just screaming at each other puts her on the edge. "I swear dad, if I see another mirror of mom I will kill you next." I'm sure he meant it but I don't really care--kid's got guts but inexperience trumps his ideals. Unless he decided to shoot me in my sleep, which could still be prevented by locking the door to my room at night. I'm a light sleeper so I can easily tell if he would try to kill me in my sleep. He can't drug me either, because I'd make sure not to eat anything that's within his vicinity. He is my son and 9 out of 10 I know each and every trick in his sleeve and he will never win against me. "Alright, maybe I made a mistake--"
“You're a fucking mistake,” my own son cut me off. The nerve. "You should've been the one who died." I mean, I think I expected my own death more than Anaïs', honestly, so me being alive right now is a pleasant surprise. “Jing-sae!” The voice was feminine but sharp, a mere word radiating with rage. My daughter. You’re making me cry. “Don't talk to dad like that! Just be glad, that dad is alive, or we'd have no one to take care of us!” Not true. I've written my last will and testament and placed you under the care of Tony, Lavinia, or Anaïs' brother. But thank you, my sweet little knight in shining armor. This is why you’re my favorite. 
They continued to argue and as a father, I should be stopping them or calming them down. I can’t be blamed for admiring my daughter, who is now standing tall against her brother who has been rude 25/8 of the time, and holding her ground for her beloved father. The fierceness, stubbornness, and the insistence to do what she thinks is only right--all of which are qualities she most likely acquired from her mother. Oh Anaïs, I’m sure you would’ve wanted to see them grow old and achieve their dreams.
I had to step in when I sensed one of them was getting a little too heated. One of them is more capable of murder than the other after all. “Alright, alright, let’s just…” I had to physically haul my daughter off despite her attempts to wiggle herself out of my grasp. Ah, sibling fights. I never had them. Though, I remember Anaïs telling me a bit about them. Back when she was younger, she’d used to fight with her siblings on who gets to be player one or who gets the last cookie in the jar. They’d usually settle it, fair and square, with a game (except that her older sister would usually cheat). I was an only child to my mother, but I’ve done some digging and found that I do have siblings in Japan. Hell, none of them knew I existed. I took a step only to find myself stumbling forward, my daughter having been able to keep herself standing with the help of the island, while I may have used her as leverage. The pain in my thigh was all I needed to tell what happened: my own son stabbed me and I don’t know if I should be proud or annoyed. That was underhanded, after all. “Don’t you fucking dare interrupt.” Really, Anaïs, why is our son such a huge bitch? I’d skin him then and there if he wasn’t our son. Hyun-ji just helped me up. “I’m fine,” I told her.
Ignoring the pain, I turned to face my son, prying the knife out of my thigh. Damn that hurt. I should have kept it in there if I don’t want to bleed to death. “Hyun-ji, call an ambulance. Tell them there was an injury.” I stared back at my son whose unblinking eyes were trained on mine. He has his mother’s eyes, narrow and pointed. It made him all the more menacing to those around him, apparently, which is evidenced by his lack of friends. The others are probably just tolerating him. “But dad--”
“Now,” I kept my voice firm. She doesn’t have to see whatever will happen next, so the least I could do is to send her away in the meantime. I listened to her footsteps recede. My son remained unmoving, every muscle in his body still, until he smirked. Maybe he knows, that we should finally settle this like the animals we were. From one psychopath to another. He’d understand. I’d understand. That there’s only one way for us to settle our differences. 
He lunges forward, arms outstretched and what the fuck is that a small knife? Really, how prepared is my son to kill? I’m proud, frankly, that he’s even aiming for my ribs--a stab through the lungs could be fatal to me, but he’d need to be precise, or it’ll only stab a bone. I immediately took a side step ignoring the pain from the injury and motioned for the magnets to wrap around him. It didn’t take me long to render him immobile. “Of course you’d use these--magnets, because it’s all you’re ever good for. Without it, you’re nothing. You couldn’t even protect mom, you couldn’t even keep her from harm. You’re useless, dad, usele--” Well, it’s my turn to lunge forward and pull him into a hug. It’s not something I do, ever, but I may have to start, because I’ll be taking care of them both from now on. “Get off me.” Of course, he would protest. He is like me, who does not like them either. But I see Anaïs do it and he seemed fine with that. “You and I are aware of what we are and because of that, we are bound to never agree. Maybe out of pride, or maybe out of narcissism, or maybe because we just want to prove to the other that only one could be the best. And because of it, I can never do what Anaïs could, and that is, to give you both the love and care you deserve. All I ask, is for you to let me try to understand. In honor of your mother, I will do everything in my power, to carry out and ensure that what Anaïs wanted from you both to achieve will be fulfilled.” I really want to drink right now and hear Anaïs. At the very least her voice could comfort me in these sappy times.
“Fuck you, Daiki.” Oh wow did he really disown me as a father, now that Anaïs is not around? This brat. He is truly my son. “Love you too, son.” 
I pulled away and took a few steps back before undoing the magnets. I wouldn’t want him to stab me again, so I had to limp backwards towards the exit. “I’m not going to fucking stab you, you idiot.” You already did, so what stops you from doing it again? I kept watch has he walked past me and out of the room. Funny how the family quickly turns dysfunctional with only one member gone. Well. She is the most important member, after all. The true MVP. I stumbled towards the alcohol cabinet and grabbed a bottle before heading to the couch. 
Soon enough, the paramedics arrived, tending to my wound. I was already drunk by then, the alcohol numbing most of the pain so they didn’t really have to give me anesthesia. They kept saying things but their voices were garbled and I have no fucking idea what the fuck they’re talking about. Though, one remained crystal clear and I knew all too well who it belonged to.
“You did well. I’m proud of you.”
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gauntrp · 5 years ago
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