Delusions & Anxiety
1788 Words
Munzen Stockholm standing beside Bran as they watch the previous bed of Jewel.
A sense of disturbance inside her core, swelling in her stomach are all the food she had ingested.
Triggered by the disgust she felt, and the sudden high level of stress, her stomach gave in. Running from her stomach was all her tension that built up.
The nauseated Munzen gave in as she retched up a stream of vomit, spewing it directly at Jewel's bed.
“I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!” Munzen said.
Rollo stands across her as she attempts to calm her down, while Bran pats Munzen's back.
“Lady Munzen, it's alright. It's normal to react that way, ” Rollo let out.
Hearing that Hoch quietly stands with his severed left arm swaying as it drips blood.
“Is that right? It's normal?” Hoch softly uttered as he walked closer to Rollo.
“Pa, please understand. I didn't want this to happen, ” Rollo let out.
“Yet, it is normal?, HA!” Hoch screamed.
Hoch quickly struck Rollo once more. Rollo's jaw nearly loosens up from the knocking punch that Hoch delivers. Twisting his head as he falls face-first on the floor.
“Master Hoch!”
“Brother stop!”
The enraged Hoch stands beneath him, stooping down to snatch Rollo's hair lifting him halfway through with it. Hoch elevates Rollo's head through his hair as he bangs it on the wooden wall.
Bruising the already clawed face of his, piercing his face with bits of sharp wood.
“This feels normal, yet? HA!” Hoch said as he kept on smashing his head.
Pierced skin. Blooded eye. Loosen teeth. Broken nose and a disgusting bloodied face.
Rollo suffered the worst on that day. Seeing that Munzen felt uneasy. Scared for her life knowing she stabbed Jewel in the back, she frantically runs away.
Crashing on the door for her freedom leaving Bran as she runs. Revealing a stunned and frightened face of Rosett.
“I heard the commotion! But I'm afraid to look! What happened there? Why did I hear Jewel being alive?” Rosett said with a breaking sound.
Munzen's disgusted face remembering what she did carry on her escape.
“I'm sorry!”
“Tell me! What happened there? Please!” Rosett said as she restlessly stood.
Leaving their house and unto the busy street of Masse village, hearing the crowds talk about the Bucklers and Swords inn.
“Someone dealt with those mercenaries!”
“I heard he's young and already a knight!”
“An Ex-knight, that doesn't explain how he handled those veterans.”
'My inn! What happened there!?' Munzen thought as she prods her way to the Bucklers inn. A man was approaching her as he called out her name from afar.
“Lady Munzen! Come quick! I have very good news!” a man walking towards him said.
Still terrified from the event, Munzen continued to walk to her inn. A messenger on a horseback riding in the center of Masse caught their attention.
His horse neighs as he pulls the reins signaling the animal to a stop. With everyone listening the man started to speak.
“The house of the Whitemaiden, Queen Catherine, the ruler of Grearia and Grisaia kingdoms bringing the delightful news to you. October the 3rd of dusk a wedding ceremony will be handled at the Giant Castle of Grisaia. Queen Catherine Whitemaiden will remarry and have a new king! Witness their elegant vows—” the man riding the horse announced.
“Remarrying who? Is he a Grisian?” one of the crowds said.
“The Queen has decided to remain secret until the day of the ceremony, ” the man replied as he strutted his horse back to where he came from.
“Witness it yourselves! So long people of Masse!” the man said as he rode away.
“Our slutty Queen! What if it's one of them Grearian. They will have more power and more of them will come to us, ” one of the crowds said.
Munzen returned her gaze to the man who was calling her.
“Lady Munzen! There was a fight in your inn, all of the mercenaries dead!” the man said happily.
“What! They fought in my inn, and you think it's good news!” Munzen said as she quickly walked toward her inn.
The man follows him at her back as he continues to speak.
“Because of the man! He could save us! He is incredibly strong, almost like a beast!” he said, following her back.
“Who is this that you speak of?” Munzen asked as she reached the door of her inn.
Opening her door as the smell slowly creeps on her nose. Ale, mead, drunken fools, and of course blood and lots of it.
The horror of the inn state, the dead mercenaries on the ground as if they fought a monster, each is killed differently and mercilessly.
“Amadeus is his name!”
'Him! He did this!'
“I heard from the sister that came with that he was an Ex-knight, oh man how strong he was!”
'The sister knew about him! They knew what he was capable of! That's why they felt confident with him…'
“He could be the answer for our problem against the Vaxia, right? Come on Lady Munzen we should tell this to Master Geld! He could help us a lot!”
'I was a fool, I got fooled by those two. They didn't need saving… What if I got infected? His monstrous eye that I won't forget,' Munzen thought, crumbling as she gazed at the brutal death of the mercenaries laid at her inn.
“Geld could easily convince him to fight for us! I'm sure the townsfolk would support as well as much as they can. I'll gather enough gold from the people in the village to help, ” the man said.
“No! No! Leave me alone!” Munzen yelled as she ran away frantically.
'God in heaven, please don't let me become a monster!'
Brittle teeth, darkened and deep eyes, plum-like veins, fragile skin, and the loss of control to oneself that only causes you to inflict harm to a loved one.
“I don't want to become like that!” she said, running fast, passing by the crowds, houses.
From afar, she can peek at her home. There is nothing more safer than our own house.
——
Munzen finally reached her home. Standing in front of a large house she proceeded to enter inside.
She was confronted as soon as she entered by Geld Stockholm.
“Listen Munzen… Handel…” Geld uttered.
“What? Why? What happened to her, Geld?” Munzen said worryingly!
“She has fallen ill. She's in bed now resting, but she doesn't look good! I feel like she might be right, there might be something off in our lands that are turning people sick!” Geld explained.
“Oh no! Not her, please not her!” Munzen lets out as she weakly walks towards Handel's room.
“She doesn't deserve this, she's too good! Please let her live!” Munzen said.
Reaching the door of Handel's room, she braces herself. Gripping on the door's stainless handle, opening it slowly.
Witnessing her beloved sister state, frailed body, visible violet veins, weak and bedridden. Resting her body on the bed as she fights for her life.
“This can't be happening!” Munzen said, walking closer to the side of Handel.
“You don't deserve this, not you! Me! It's me! You have a great son, and I have nothing! God spare her!” Munzen said.
From her loud whimpers and cry, Lady Handel awakened from her peaceful slumber.
“Don't be so down at yourself my little sister. You have a great tavern, and greater life, ” Handel said weakly.
“Sister! Oh! How are you feeling?” Munzen asked.
“Honestly I don't feel so good, but with you here it's a little bit better, ” Handel said.
“I'll stay here—” she let out before she remembers.
The ghouled body of Jewel has awakened standing in front of them. Strong enough to easily cut a whole arm, ready to kill anyone who she wishes.
Remembering the strigoi, she interrupted herself. The fear came to her, the anxiety to be close with death and dying. She survived once how lucky she would survive another! The thought came to her as she stood away from Handel.
Shrieking out as she quickly runs to her room.
Quickly entering her room, banging the door after her. The visible tear in her eyes as she slowly walks. Emotions that were filled with tension, fear, disgust, and embarrassment from fearing her beloved sister, running away from her.
She walks toward her cupboard taking a sharp parchment knife.
'F*ck it, I'm so weak! I'm a coward! A freaking coward! Who doesn't have anyone but myself!'
Aiming the sharp knife at her wrist, kissing it on her soft skin. The blade slightly embraces her skin, and it quickly leads to bleeding.
'I'm better off dead! I should just end it all!'
Closing her eyes shut listening to the quietness, hearing the crowds chattering someplace, the animals, the sounds of a footstep. It's peaceful and this wouldn't take long.
“Auntie? Are you here? I think we can convince everyone now. Fahrer will back us. Auntie?” Bran said just outside her door.
Munzen remained quiet from where she's sitting.
“I saw you ran back to our house, where is mother? Have you seen her?” Bran added.
“Listen Bran…” Munzel said.
“Yes? Are you okay? It was tense I know, but we overcame that!” Bran said with eagerness in his voice.
“Bran listen, your mother…”
“Your mother... is sick, Bran!” Munzen said loudly.
“What? Is she in her room?” Bran said quickly, walking away with a different kind of eagerness.
Munzen hearing Bran worryingly footsteps made her cry for being powerless and unable to help any. A coward that afraid to stay with her beloved sister and would even choose suicide over that.
Thinking how stupid she was she threw the knife away from her as she burst into crying. Stooping on her knees while she cries wetting her tavern clothes.
'I don't want to die! He started this, Amadeus it's his fault! Along with the sister! They let him in our lands and even have a relationship with him!'
'All of you! I will make sure you'll pay!'
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