#mister asra the barbarian now please and thank u

[phoenixkadeu]

petrol blues.

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The human heart, God’s open wound.

“stop that, it doesn’t suit you” there are tears gathering in asra’s eyes, that haunting sentiment threatens to spill over through his eyes, guilt and failure attach to his insides, makes him want to fall down to his knees and beat himself until his skin is nothing more than a canvas to the colours blue and purple. but it does not suit him, his aunt tells him and he believes her, swallows it down and resists the urge to slap her hand away when she reaches for his eyelid pushing it upwards with her thumb, probably looking for any signs that might contradict the words that asra told her previously: “I’m fine”.

“is dad gonna be fine?” there is nearly no emotion on his voice and that strangely seems to please the other elementalist, she pulls her hand away, moves away from him and kicks steps over a dead body in the process of trying to reach her bag.

“yeah, one of my friends is going to take care of him, don’t worry, he’s hard to kill” she pulls a cigarette pack from the inside of her bag, opens it and pulls the stick with her teeth “he’s going to be a pain in the ass once he wakes up though, so we have to make sure we get your mother before that, alright?” she turns around, crouches down beside the remains of some wooden chair who is still being consumed by some small flames and lights her cigarette.

asra watches her, there is nothing on his head right now, so he simply stands there eyes following the movement of her index finger as it moves in the air, pointing towards various directions in a calm way, there’s a loud cackle of laughter before she stands up again to look back at him “15!” her eyes seem to sparkle as her lips form the way of saying the number, almost as if she guessed the right number at one of those casino roulettes that belong to the koi casinos and is now preparing herself to go pick up her prize, it makes asra frown just for a moment “you really did a number on them, fuck, I’m so proud you’re all grown up” one hand holds the cigarrette as she exhales the remains of its smoke as the other wipes away a fake tear, it would be amusing if not for the situation asra had to go through.

“I do love the smell of some roasted pig I -”

“I have to go” asra pulls himself off the wall he was just leaning against and starts to make his way through the now broken entrance, pays no mind to the scorched bodies laying down on the floor. he had no time for this, his aunt had been able to fight off the men that had come for her, his father was going to be fine, but he still needed to figure out where they had taken his mother to.

unfortunately, his aunt seemed not to be done with her visit. she steps in front of him, blocking his path, one hand pushes a flyer against his chest. his hands grasp that piece of paper before he reads it.

Every information leading to the death or arrest of HIM, the barbarians or a member of the resistance will be rewarded with an extra food ration.

“our dear ace is coming for everyone apparently so you better start using that brain of yours properly if you want to get your mother back, alive” this tone is different, far from the playful and borderline insane tone that his aunt was known for. asra had grown used to people comparing him and his aunt, it often came in the form of worried whispers as they spoke about their similar unbalanced nature. his mother thought it was endearing, his father a little bit jealous, however not even him could deny it.

most of the time it was as if they shared the same brain and asra had always been more prone to listen to her than anyone else, even if in the end he always opted to do what he desired. that’s what his aunt most appreciated in him, she told him countless times.

“what’s your plan?” asra asked, folding the flyer before guarding it safely inside one of his pockets. he still had one more person to worry about.

she takes one more drag from her cigarette, puts one hand on her hip and rolls her eyes as if she had been expecting her nephew to just read her mind “I’m gonna let one of these motherfuckers take me, of course” alright, so it was officially, his aunt had really just lost her damn mind.

“what for? you just fought them off for what then?” asra felt like he was going to pass out from all the blood rushing to his head, fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he fought off his raging headache. this made no sense.

“because I felt like it, I don’t owe you any explanations, but listen to me” she threw the last of her cigarette to the ground, put her palms up in the air to halt asra as if afraid that he would attempt to run off once again and do something stupid. “they are going to keep coming from me until they are able to arrest me, I could fight them off forever but then it’s the same old thing over again and I get bored” her grin makes asra cross his arms, but he allows her to continue “so I’m gonna swallow my pride and let them take me, I’m sure they’ll send me to the same place as your mother since I’m a water elementalist too and that way I can make sure she’s alright and that nothing happens to her”

her fingers reach for something around her neck, pull on the chain before showing the comically small sparkly green stone that swings in front of their eyes “you better get one of these so I can tell you where we’re hidden” she winks and asra finally understands, those were the stones people used to communicate with each other, he was sure he could get his hands on one of those.

“then what?”

“what do you mean then what? then you come up with  a plan to get us, do your part of the job too” she releases the chain, steps away from asra again before moving herself near one of the dead bodies, she pats down his body before retrieving a wallet, throwing it to the inside of the bag she has on her shoulder before moving onto the next one.

unbelievable.

“someone will get in contact with you in the next few days to tell you how your father is doing, be sure to check up on him too alright?” asra simply nods even though he knows his aunt is not paying attention to him right now “your mother is my friend too so you better come get us, I know you’ll do it”

use that brain of yours properly. come up with a plan.

asra could barely think, the only thoughts as he rode his horse towards heart’s territory - where hopefully his friend sparrow would be safe and sound - were too grotesque from him to speak aloud. however he knew that his aunt was right, no matter how much both of them were strong adepts of loud fights, these only took you so far and this situation required a bit of more thought.

perhaps it was time for asra to join one of them. kol was out of the question after everything he had just done, besides he knew that they would warn the ace about what had just happened, tell him about how many he had killed, he would be considered a traitor no matter what he did.

the only one available was joining the barbarians. asra despised them too, had no intentions of ever joining them. it made asra want to puke just thinking about being someone’s little soldier, to join something and receive orders. the academy was enough for him and this was the primary reason why he had never joined the resistance, even though he shared a lot of the same beliefs.

he wanted to do this alone, he knew he could probably pull that off, but there was no way he was going to risk it. his aunt had swallowed her pride and he needed to do the same.

sure, kol might have some more power right now, but HIM had gained his followers out of simple loyalty, they would follow him blindly. asra’s story was an easy one to believe, someone who was angry to have his family taken away from him and wanted revenge, asra was a good fighter too, he knew it would be easy for him to join them.

then it would only be a matter of using their resources to get his mother and aunt back, earn their trust and slowly get into their minds and hopefully if he played his cards right it would only be a matter of time until he got HIM to go against kol directly. If he was lucky they would kill each other and asra would simultaneously get his family back, rid the clubs of the vermin that was their current ace and the one who was fighting to be the next while keeping his hands clean.

Let them kill each other, asra could watch.

the end.