Tara Na!: A Love Story 4

  “Everyone.. Today, We began. Today, We end. Today, We Die. Today, We Live. Today, We Walk. Today, We Leave. Today, We Stay. Today, We Stop. Today, We Return.” The Soul said before everyone.

  I know. It is done. It is all done.

 ”Finally…” Serious said with a tone of satisfaction. “I expected this crap all along.”

 ”So.. What are we gonna do next?” asks Thinker.

 ”None.” Serious said. “We can’t do another fuck like this.”

 ”The sufferer, he’s gone!” Hater shouted excitedly. “He’s gone forever.”

 ”Where did he go?” I ask.

 ”Somewhere far far away.” Hater answered.

 ”Who made him go?” I ask.

 ”Me.” Hater answered quickly.

 ”How?” I ask.

 ”Murdered him.” Hated said. “Shot him in his fucking face.”

 ”Nice.” Serious whispered.

 ”Why did you killed him!?” Pain quickly ran toward Hater, but before he reached Hater. Hater shot him too… In his fucking face.

 ”That’s cold!” Serious shouted. “But nice too!”

 No one reacted on the murder that just happened in front of their eyes. No one seems to be bothered by the blood that flows down on the stairs.

Serious stood up, he walks toward Pain’s lifeless body. He kicked it down the stairs.

“We are free! After the long arduous days of our misery, we are free! We are back. We are back!” he shouted happily. Then he ran out the door of the hall. Everyone know we will see him again, everyday, everytime.

Soul walks towards me.

“Are you happy now?” he asks.

I did not answered him question. I don’t want to, because I don’t need to.

“Sufferer and Pain is gone. They are history.” I said.

“Right.” he replied, then he tapped by shoulder and walks away.

Everyone starts to march their way out of the door. No emotions was shown, no reactions. Hater was left. Me and Hater.

“I’ll stay here.” Hater said.

“Do what you wish to do.” I said.

I walk toward him. He is sitting on Pain’s seat. I can see the spark in his eyes, he is happy.

“Any hating to do?” he asks.

“Nope.. Not, right now.” I answered.

“Well then, Let me tell you a story.” he said.

“Ok.. I’m the Listener. And I will gladly listen to your story.” I reply.

It ends here…