Chapter 34: The oath

‎"Harry it’s getting harder. Each night, I always here a voice in my mind, that tells me what to do. I have no choice on this, even if I close my ears I still hear their voice. This night they call me back for a "refreshment," a new dose to strengthen the conditioning. I return, and I know I am... less. I can feel my own memories, my own personality, dissolving like salt in water. I pretend to be me, to smile, to agree with them. But inside, I’m screaming.

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‎I see the list of their plans, Harry. The heroes are not joking around, they have big plans, that are far deeper than we think, I only saw it because my mind is no longer mine, or maybe the plan to get rid of me after I have done with their demand. They have files on dozens of others. luckily People we know are not there, people from different background groups. There’s a woman named Anya, who used to write for the radical paper. There’s a man named Rhys, who organized the protests outside the Parliament. I saw a file with a name of a villain a heroes caught. I think they are using some of the villains as publicity stunt. This heroes are so crazy, I believe that they are psychopaths.

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‎I’m writing this because it’s the only thing I can do that is still mine, I didn’t even expect that I would be able to do this, I thought that barrier will stop me, but I guess the drug didn’t account for this. My very last act of defiance. I’m going to do their bidding again tonight. I don’t know if I will come back as myself. This letter, the truth I’m telling you now, this is all the real Ariadne has left.

‎ ℯℯ𝘭.

‎Remember me, Elara. Remember the girl who laughed and fought and refused to bow. Don’t let them erase me. And don’t let them do this to you. They are monsters wearing masks of gold and righteousness. Their cruelty is not in screaming, but in silence. They are erasing us from existence, and making us smile while they do it.

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‎There is no stopping them, maybe for me, I am just a normal person after all, maybe if they’re up against a powerful villain, they will finally be put down. I wish I can be alive to see that day, but alas the mission I am about to partake is a mission with 80 person chance of death. But you must know the truth. so that is all I can give you, and thank you for being in my live, thank you for being someone I could share my secret and desire.

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‎And I am sorry I was unable to reciprocate your love. I was finally going to accept your love advances, it just turn out that things didn’t go as plan, and I am very sorry of that. I know I am just making excuses but I truly means to reciprocate your love to you, after all I have always like you since ages ago, I am just afraid that if we enter a relationship, and if things turn out bad that it caused us to breakup 💔, it could or may damage my relationship with you, and that would be a worse nightmare I won’t want to happen. maybe my fear were misguided, I don’t know, but I know that my fear could turn out to be real. I am sorry that I didn’t give you the chance or even tell you about my fears.

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‎Please. Be careful. They are already on to me, I don’t think they trust you since you made some temper tantrums at the club house.

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‎Yours faithfully Ariadne .

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‎The letter ended. Harry’s hands were trembling so badly the paper rattled. Tears streamed down his face, hot and furious. The letter was a suicide note, but not in the way they would frame it. It was a suicide of the soul, a testament to a murder that was still taking place. he knew, with a final, shattering certainty, that the heroes’ greatest cruelty wasn’t the drug itself, but the profound, existential loneliness of the victim. To be aware of your own erasure, to feel your very self being stripped away, was a fate more terrible than any death. And he found it very hard to accept that this amount of torture was happening to Ariadne and some other strangers. His Ariadne was tortured by monsters in disguise, Animals In sheep clothing.

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‎Harry left the room.

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‎As the door clicked shut behind him, the mask of calmness slipped from Harry’s face. It was replaced by a cold, hard fury. He walked slowly, dragging his feet on the floor, his back looking lonely from the view it you are looking from the door angle, A picture from the picture book clutched in one hand, Ariadne’s final testament in the other. The tears came then, a torrent of grief and rage. he wept for Ariadne, for the vibrant soul that had been systematically extinguished. he wept for himself, for the friend he had lost and the world that had allowed it to happen.

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‎he looked at Ariadne’s photo on the mantelpiece, it was different from the one in his hands. Ariadne was laughing in it, her head thrown back, her eyes crinkled at the corners, her hair a wild, windswept mane. It was the real Ariadne, the one who had fought and loved and never, ever obeyed anybody unreasonable demand, the fire spitter, she will literally spit fire at anybody that bring nonsense to her. she looked so good in the picture.

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‎Harry remembered the smug, righteous faces of the heroes in his mind’s eye. They act like they were the holiest that they are larger than life, symbols of hope and protection. Who would have known that everything about them, all the words that come out from their mouth is just nonsense propaganda shit. He knows that he can’t tell anybody or spread the word online, nobody will believe him for many reasons and it can cause danger to him and his families. first if he put it, it would only be counted as rumors, it would just be added to the piles of rumours the heroes already have. now that I am thinking about it, it may not actually be a rumor. And posting online is not truly safe, you can still be tracked even if the IP address was hidden, they just have to have a good hacker on thier side, and I would be quickly smoked out, like how a rat is quickly brought out when cheese is on the table.This was the final, and most devastating, act of the heroes’ cruelty. Not just the murder, but the guarantee of impunity. They had made it impossible for justice to be served while following the upright way.

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‎Harry cleared his mind for some time, he cleaned his teary eye, washed it with water, although he was unable to fully hide the redness of the eye, but that’s not a worry. he can just say he is crying about Ariadne, and that won’t even be a lie, it just wouldn’t be the entire truth. He decided that the content of the letter will end with him, nobody else have to see the letter, if he let’s the letter to fall into anybody hand that would just be pouring petrol to a burning fire. fully intending for a full blown disaster.

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‎Soon everybody was done in the house, they went for the funeral ritual rite. everybody that new Ariadne came, the real and the fake friends included, even all those seniors. in his mind he was thinking that it was partly their fault, if they did not invited her, all this would not have happened. but thinking like that may just be because he is grieving and also annoyed 😠.

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‎people came, they gave their sympathy, some cried real tears, some cried crocodile tears and some did not even bother to do any of that. Their face was just plain, maybe they are shocked on Aria death or they just don’t care. he don’t really know he is not really a mind reader.

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‎On a normal occasion he always find all this burial ceremony a drag. you know all those things they do, like someone die, why are they crying he use to wonder, while the drowning of alcohol and the unnecessary smoking, he always wonder about many of the things they do in the burial ceremony, but now he finally found the answer, the person was loved by them, they were close family or friends, the connection has been formed. And it is especially hard to let go of that kind of connection, most like how he was feeling now.

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But now he have cried all the cry he will need to cry for now, there would be no chance of smoking or drinking, maybe in the dead of the night where nobody will be able to see him. but on a normal day, he have a job to do, a job of justice, a job to bring down the heroes, to bring them down from their high glory, from that sit they use to look down on us, he doesn’t care if some of them are innocent, all of them will be brought down, and they would face a misery so defying that they would question their own existence.

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‎He would wear the bad guy mask, if it is to cause pain to his enemies, being a good guy will do nothing, it would be a pointless endeavor to do it the good way, so the bad way would be the right way, and it would surely put a great and deadly scare on the heroes or as he now like to call them , his Target 🎯.

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‎But all that would only begin once the ceremony is over, so he still have time to be a regular person for now.

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‎The sky had already started turning dark, sounds could be heard from the cloud like it was agreeing with his path, that it is the right path. soon rain poured from the sky, it pour heavily, yet I was not any under any cover, I was outside drenched underneath the rain, I know that when all this is done I will catch a terrible cold, but that would be for the future me to decide.

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‎i am now underneath the rain making my oath to be the heavenly antagonist of the heroes. I then began.

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‎"in brightest day, in the darkest of night, I Harry Oswald will be the evil that will befall the heroes. no evils shall escape my sight. no good heroes related to the evil heroes escape my sight. let those heroes wherever they are to beware my power. let them feel fear, let them wonder when I will arrive for their head. I harry swear under my name and blood that I would bring them down. "I said then cut my finger with my teeth, letting it bleed to the ground.

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‎The cloud made a resounding clap, it was it was like it was accepting my oath of utter damnation to the heroes.

‎Readers I know you may be missing lupingo already, don’t worry lupingo will appear in the next scene, he would finally show himself why he is the main center of attraction. I just want to write an origin story for a Villian, I believe some villains background deserve to be known. now readers tell me, now that you know what drove harry to the extreme, would you agree with what he will become or will you condemn him for the path he chose. Readers please send your answer in the form of vote and your comment. Your’s sincerely the author who is eagerly awaiting the review .