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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Revenge / Poetic Justice / Karma
- Published: 01/20/2023
Red Saint
Born 2008, M, from Monterrey, Mexico… It was 38 years ago… “Amon Chausiku, for the crimes of killing your wife, Adelina Hearth, and for conspiracies towards the church from papers found in your home, we have found you guilty as charged, and you will be sentenced to life in prison without parole.” announced the pope. I had to stand there, watching as the audience whispered. No one noticed how guilty I felt, nobody even knew what had happened. They only saw what they heard from the pope, nobody knew I even did the damn crime… they only saw the “pain” I caused. I hated myself for something I didn’t even do…
“HEY!” I heard from the side. “Wake the hell up,” thundered someone from some bars, it was a guard in gray clothing with an emblem of an arrow in his shoulder, carrying a bat in his hip. “Get ready to eat, trash.” growled the guard, walking away.
I got out of my bed, my white long hair following every move I made. I looked at my hands, bruised and cut from various places, looking at my torn orange clothes. I got out of the shadows, getting out of my opened cell to the large cafeteria to get some breakfast. I still stood alone, everybody glaring at me from the side and then facing their friends.
“Heyyy, look who’s finally awake. My old friend Amon… say, what are you doing right now, shouldn’t you go back to that cell of yours…?” wondered a guy with blond locks of hair, Adam Lututski being in his tag on his prison clothes. A couple of short haired prisoners behind him, smiling. They wanted to do something, and it wasn't good.
“I’m just going to get something to eat and then get to work, so I’m good, thanks.” I answered back. His smile disappeared as he said, “Well… ok…” He got close to my ear, saying, “You’ll regret this. Look behind your back, Amon, because you’ll regret it if you don’t.” promised the man, his scar going to his eye being visible.
He walked off with the others, and I walked around to eat at a table.
I laid down on my dirty sheets of bed as I heard a knock from the bars in my cell. I looked to the bars, a shadow right there, most of his face being covered by the shadow until he showed his face completely, shining from the moonlight. “Hello! Did you miss me?” wondered Adam, opening the cell with the key he got, somehow. I sat down on my bed, looking Adam dead in the eye, “What the hell are you doing here, Adam?” I questioned him, “Don’t you already know? Don’t you remember what I told you back at the cafeteria? The guys helped me get a key from the guards to beat the crap out of you for what you did.” accused Adam, grabbing a small kitchen knife, way sharper than how it usually is. “I will make sure you are close to dying for what you did to your wife, something scum like you would never understand.” snapped Adam, dashing at me to try to stab me. I took hold of his hand wielding the weapon and punched him towards his rib cage, he swung his knife at me repeatedly, getting some scratches on my hands and elbows. He kicked me from the hip towards the wall. Charging towards me, I readied myself for what was to come. His knife stabbing me in the side of my stomach. I gasped. Closing my eyes.
I was having a flash. It was… home? I looked around the house to see of a picture my wife had painted of the two of us. How long has it been since I’ve been here…? I’ve wanted to stay here with Adelina… but she’s… I fell to my knees, tears falling down my eyes towards the floor. I heard a scream from the house, it was her!
“Adelina!” I rushed towards where the scream was coming from, dashing from the house, towards the living room. She… she was sleeping… right? This was all just a horrible nightmare that I would wake up from… right? I looked beside her, a knife right on her chest, blood starting to spread from her clothes to the floor. MY heart sank in an instant, I rushed at her, “Adelina! No… please…!” I grieved, my head felt fuzzy, my surroundings went blurry. I sink my fingers into her arms and start crying. Those monsters… the man in a black robe was outside our house, running away. I could hear from the forest, just slightly, “This was f… you… Red… Sain…” the man in the robe escaped to the woods, I couldn’t see him anymore. Suddenly, guards from the village entered my home from all parts of the room…
I woke up from that flash and looked back at Adam, smiling Maniacally to stabbing me, laughing so much. I grabbed his knife’s handle, and took the knife from him, throwing him to the corner of the room… I yelled, “Guards!” 4 men in uniforms ran towards my cell and found the knife in my stomach, and Adam in the corner of the room. They grabbed Adam from the arms, “You are going to solitary for 48 hours you trash, you could’ve stayed in your cell, but you just had to try to do something stupid.” barked the guard, “No wait! I didn’t do anything! Amon tried to stab me! Tell them Amon!” he pleaded. Three guards, now holding Amon, walked away to the darkness as the 4th guard grabbed my arm and took me through the halls. “Are you good?” the guard asked, his eyes still watching the halls as we heard screams towards the solitary, “Yeah… I’m good.”
“Just a bit longer till we get there, you’ll be fixed sooner or later.”
“...”
Walking towards the entrance of the hospital ward, the guard in a black uniform placed me in the bed to rest as he went to grab some medicine and bandages to fix up the wound. I smiled, finally, I knew the one who stole their lives! No matter what, I swear, that no matter what happens… Red Saint… you shall die by my own hands, and you shall go to deepest part of Hell itself. The guard walked with a bowl with smashed up bits of leaves and weeds and something slimy, “Put this on your injury, it will be fixed up in around two days tops,” he stated.
I grabbed the bowl’s substance using my finger and put it on the injury. “Argh! Lord’s mercy…” I yelped. Come with me, I will take you to your room. He walked to the door, facing the door for a moment, I opened the storage beside the bed, there was nothing. I’ll have to deal with that later… for now. I walked with the guard, hand in the injury, walking towards my bed. How did I never know of this…? How did I lock away such an important memory, was it for my own safety, or what…? Well doesn’t matter for now, I should rest, think about the upcoming days. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I woke up from sounds of banging on the steel walls with a baton, “Wake the hell up! Get out your cells and stand beside each other, right now!” the guard captain commanded. Everyone groaned and walked towards the front of their cells. I did the same, I can’t get in trouble, just not yet. “Amon! I hear that you’ve been having fun on the night with your friend here Adam, want to tell us about that?” he pursued, “No, there is no problem with me and Adam, you don’t have to worry about it, warden.”
“Good.”
“Everyone, go outside, it's time to work,” stated the warden. Everyone walked off towards the cold winds and snow that was outside, working on various things. I, had to work on building the walls of the prison. “Hey… was it true that Adam went to solitary?” asked someone with a scar on their eye, “Yeah… he stabbed me in the chest, over here.” I pointed at the stains in my clothes from the blood in the injury, “yeesh… maybe he had his reasons… maybe not.” He grabbed a big rock from the floor to add to the wall, placing it over the other rocks we placed.
“Help me over here, will you? It's about to fall…” struggled the man. “No worries,” I grabbed a small rock to help balance the giant rock we placed just below.
“Thanks, old man, name’s Luke.”
“Amon.”
“After this, I will need to go to my job, meet you tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
Tomorrow had passed, and walking towards the cold once more, I knew it was almost time. As we continued to talk, we entered to the job of the pipes. Walking through the workers in our free time, Luke spoke, “So… you’re gonna escape or something?” “Hmm? What do you mean” I questioned, “Come on! You must be trying to escape because of revenge. You’ve been quiet, just listening, and looking at everything recently.”
“…”
I was pushed by a man, “Watch it, trash.”
“Sorry.”
I watched Luke again, terrified by the guard, “Be careful here,” I stated, “This is a place where only scum live, anything and everything can happen that can threaten your life.”
“…right.”
Night had fallen. Everyone was in their own cells, using a lock pick I had in my mouth, I opened the lock to my cell. I walked towards all the cells, men whose lives were ruined watching me walk. I entered the office of the guards using the key I got from the officer, and got a black mercenary’s garb from the closet. I grabbed a sharp bloody sword, dull spear, gilded knife, medicine, food, anything I could get my hands on to survive the winter. I quickly sneaked my way through the prison to the walls of the prison, grabbing a piece of wood to block the door just to be safe. There were multiple guards in each corner of the prison, with lights shining in certain patterns. Just as the left light moved away, I ran towards the wall, grabbing the small rock I placed in the wall to make everything fall. The sound alerted the prisoners, but through their view, they just hear a noise. I walked out the walls and ran through the snow to my escape.
“… Hey.”
I looked back, hearing a familiar voice.
From inside the walls, I could see Luke. Smiling, just so, but so little. “I thought we were going to help each other, but now I see you betray everyone too now. I stood silent. How the hell did he get out of his cell? Is he working with someone? Or what? Doesn’t matter. I got to defuse the situation before it gets out of hand. Just agree to everything he says, and escape when the chance presents itself, before it’s too late.
“I thought we were going to work together, have each other’s back, and survive in this hellhole together. But just when I was about to get one, one friend. He just decided to escape alone! But not anymore. It's Luke and Amon, it will always be us two saving the day… right? Right?
“You are not okay, you should go back. I can’t let someone like you leave. I know what you did, Luke. You killed your wife, Margaret O’hart, using a kitchen knife, stabbing her 18 times from what I heard from the injuries. I can’t let someone who is that broken to leave with me.”
I grab my scabbard, ready to grab the blade in it and slash away at Luke. He grabbed a small knife, his smile growing and growing. He looked up, and laughed.
“Now I get to kill you, I will take each of your fingers, one at a time, and then I will stab you as much as I did my wife! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” He maniacally laughed, charging at me.
I raise my blade to the sky, and slash Luke, blocking my attack with the gilded dagger and stabbing me repeatedly in the stomach. Blood spurting out bit by bit. I backed off, looking at the injury, it had barely missed my organs, something minimal, but I should take caution. How many more people has he killed? I charged at him again, slicing his legs, followed by the stomach, pushing Luke away, charging towards him, we blocked each other using our weapons.
“To think you’d be pushing me this far!” he chuckled, “I am getting all excited to kill you even more now!” He backed off, doing a backflip and charging at me without any regret. I raised my sword, striking him. I look back, he was smiling…?
“?!” I fell, I looked back, he had stabbed and hit my muscles, did he cut the connection between my hand and my chest… or did he block the nerves? Luke giggled to himself, like a child, looking towards his knife, “Guess you aren’t the real Amon, I’ll need to kill you buddy? That fine with you?” The storm continued to fall, bits of cold water hitting my injuries' bit by bit. I need to end him… I can’t die here. Not yet… no… no. No. I won’t let this monster escape and leave me dead here. I won’t let that happen. Not until it's done. A bit of warmth hit my hand, I raised it. Bits of sparks coming out of it, a fire starting in my hand, forming into a fireball. With this new-found power, I grabbed my sword blade with it, warming it up to staggering degrees. This will change everything.
“Let’s finish this, Luke.” I announced, Luke just giggling, laughing maniacally as he charged at me. I raised my sword one final time, Luke ready to stab me one final time.
“W-what?!” He looked at my other hand, sparks coming out, an explosion coming out point-blank range. The fiery inferno coming out of my hand was enormous, massive enough that it could destroy the entire 40-foot prison. Luke fell to the floor, with 3rd degree burns everywhere.
“He he he… kill me, Amon.”
I grabbed my blade up, and stabbed him. He closed his eyes, and went to sleep. I grabbed the corpse’s remains, and walked away. I put the gilded knife in my pocket and walked away.
“Red saint… I’m coming for you.”
Red Saint(Menchi)
… It was 38 years ago… “Amon Chausiku, for the crimes of killing your wife, Adelina Hearth, and for conspiracies towards the church from papers found in your home, we have found you guilty as charged, and you will be sentenced to life in prison without parole.” announced the pope. I had to stand there, watching as the audience whispered. No one noticed how guilty I felt, nobody even knew what had happened. They only saw what they heard from the pope, nobody knew I even did the damn crime… they only saw the “pain” I caused. I hated myself for something I didn’t even do…
“HEY!” I heard from the side. “Wake the hell up,” thundered someone from some bars, it was a guard in gray clothing with an emblem of an arrow in his shoulder, carrying a bat in his hip. “Get ready to eat, trash.” growled the guard, walking away.
I got out of my bed, my white long hair following every move I made. I looked at my hands, bruised and cut from various places, looking at my torn orange clothes. I got out of the shadows, getting out of my opened cell to the large cafeteria to get some breakfast. I still stood alone, everybody glaring at me from the side and then facing their friends.
“Heyyy, look who’s finally awake. My old friend Amon… say, what are you doing right now, shouldn’t you go back to that cell of yours…?” wondered a guy with blond locks of hair, Adam Lututski being in his tag on his prison clothes. A couple of short haired prisoners behind him, smiling. They wanted to do something, and it wasn't good.
“I’m just going to get something to eat and then get to work, so I’m good, thanks.” I answered back. His smile disappeared as he said, “Well… ok…” He got close to my ear, saying, “You’ll regret this. Look behind your back, Amon, because you’ll regret it if you don’t.” promised the man, his scar going to his eye being visible.
He walked off with the others, and I walked around to eat at a table.
I laid down on my dirty sheets of bed as I heard a knock from the bars in my cell. I looked to the bars, a shadow right there, most of his face being covered by the shadow until he showed his face completely, shining from the moonlight. “Hello! Did you miss me?” wondered Adam, opening the cell with the key he got, somehow. I sat down on my bed, looking Adam dead in the eye, “What the hell are you doing here, Adam?” I questioned him, “Don’t you already know? Don’t you remember what I told you back at the cafeteria? The guys helped me get a key from the guards to beat the crap out of you for what you did.” accused Adam, grabbing a small kitchen knife, way sharper than how it usually is. “I will make sure you are close to dying for what you did to your wife, something scum like you would never understand.” snapped Adam, dashing at me to try to stab me. I took hold of his hand wielding the weapon and punched him towards his rib cage, he swung his knife at me repeatedly, getting some scratches on my hands and elbows. He kicked me from the hip towards the wall. Charging towards me, I readied myself for what was to come. His knife stabbing me in the side of my stomach. I gasped. Closing my eyes.
I was having a flash. It was… home? I looked around the house to see of a picture my wife had painted of the two of us. How long has it been since I’ve been here…? I’ve wanted to stay here with Adelina… but she’s… I fell to my knees, tears falling down my eyes towards the floor. I heard a scream from the house, it was her!
“Adelina!” I rushed towards where the scream was coming from, dashing from the house, towards the living room. She… she was sleeping… right? This was all just a horrible nightmare that I would wake up from… right? I looked beside her, a knife right on her chest, blood starting to spread from her clothes to the floor. MY heart sank in an instant, I rushed at her, “Adelina! No… please…!” I grieved, my head felt fuzzy, my surroundings went blurry. I sink my fingers into her arms and start crying. Those monsters… the man in a black robe was outside our house, running away. I could hear from the forest, just slightly, “This was f… you… Red… Sain…” the man in the robe escaped to the woods, I couldn’t see him anymore. Suddenly, guards from the village entered my home from all parts of the room…
I woke up from that flash and looked back at Adam, smiling Maniacally to stabbing me, laughing so much. I grabbed his knife’s handle, and took the knife from him, throwing him to the corner of the room… I yelled, “Guards!” 4 men in uniforms ran towards my cell and found the knife in my stomach, and Adam in the corner of the room. They grabbed Adam from the arms, “You are going to solitary for 48 hours you trash, you could’ve stayed in your cell, but you just had to try to do something stupid.” barked the guard, “No wait! I didn’t do anything! Amon tried to stab me! Tell them Amon!” he pleaded. Three guards, now holding Amon, walked away to the darkness as the 4th guard grabbed my arm and took me through the halls. “Are you good?” the guard asked, his eyes still watching the halls as we heard screams towards the solitary, “Yeah… I’m good.”
“Just a bit longer till we get there, you’ll be fixed sooner or later.”
“...”
Walking towards the entrance of the hospital ward, the guard in a black uniform placed me in the bed to rest as he went to grab some medicine and bandages to fix up the wound. I smiled, finally, I knew the one who stole their lives! No matter what, I swear, that no matter what happens… Red Saint… you shall die by my own hands, and you shall go to deepest part of Hell itself. The guard walked with a bowl with smashed up bits of leaves and weeds and something slimy, “Put this on your injury, it will be fixed up in around two days tops,” he stated.
I grabbed the bowl’s substance using my finger and put it on the injury. “Argh! Lord’s mercy…” I yelped. Come with me, I will take you to your room. He walked to the door, facing the door for a moment, I opened the storage beside the bed, there was nothing. I’ll have to deal with that later… for now. I walked with the guard, hand in the injury, walking towards my bed. How did I never know of this…? How did I lock away such an important memory, was it for my own safety, or what…? Well doesn’t matter for now, I should rest, think about the upcoming days. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I woke up from sounds of banging on the steel walls with a baton, “Wake the hell up! Get out your cells and stand beside each other, right now!” the guard captain commanded. Everyone groaned and walked towards the front of their cells. I did the same, I can’t get in trouble, just not yet. “Amon! I hear that you’ve been having fun on the night with your friend here Adam, want to tell us about that?” he pursued, “No, there is no problem with me and Adam, you don’t have to worry about it, warden.”
“Good.”
“Everyone, go outside, it's time to work,” stated the warden. Everyone walked off towards the cold winds and snow that was outside, working on various things. I, had to work on building the walls of the prison. “Hey… was it true that Adam went to solitary?” asked someone with a scar on their eye, “Yeah… he stabbed me in the chest, over here.” I pointed at the stains in my clothes from the blood in the injury, “yeesh… maybe he had his reasons… maybe not.” He grabbed a big rock from the floor to add to the wall, placing it over the other rocks we placed.
“Help me over here, will you? It's about to fall…” struggled the man. “No worries,” I grabbed a small rock to help balance the giant rock we placed just below.
“Thanks, old man, name’s Luke.”
“Amon.”
“After this, I will need to go to my job, meet you tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
Tomorrow had passed, and walking towards the cold once more, I knew it was almost time. As we continued to talk, we entered to the job of the pipes. Walking through the workers in our free time, Luke spoke, “So… you’re gonna escape or something?” “Hmm? What do you mean” I questioned, “Come on! You must be trying to escape because of revenge. You’ve been quiet, just listening, and looking at everything recently.”
“…”
I was pushed by a man, “Watch it, trash.”
“Sorry.”
I watched Luke again, terrified by the guard, “Be careful here,” I stated, “This is a place where only scum live, anything and everything can happen that can threaten your life.”
“…right.”
Night had fallen. Everyone was in their own cells, using a lock pick I had in my mouth, I opened the lock to my cell. I walked towards all the cells, men whose lives were ruined watching me walk. I entered the office of the guards using the key I got from the officer, and got a black mercenary’s garb from the closet. I grabbed a sharp bloody sword, dull spear, gilded knife, medicine, food, anything I could get my hands on to survive the winter. I quickly sneaked my way through the prison to the walls of the prison, grabbing a piece of wood to block the door just to be safe. There were multiple guards in each corner of the prison, with lights shining in certain patterns. Just as the left light moved away, I ran towards the wall, grabbing the small rock I placed in the wall to make everything fall. The sound alerted the prisoners, but through their view, they just hear a noise. I walked out the walls and ran through the snow to my escape.
“… Hey.”
I looked back, hearing a familiar voice.
From inside the walls, I could see Luke. Smiling, just so, but so little. “I thought we were going to help each other, but now I see you betray everyone too now. I stood silent. How the hell did he get out of his cell? Is he working with someone? Or what? Doesn’t matter. I got to defuse the situation before it gets out of hand. Just agree to everything he says, and escape when the chance presents itself, before it’s too late.
“I thought we were going to work together, have each other’s back, and survive in this hellhole together. But just when I was about to get one, one friend. He just decided to escape alone! But not anymore. It's Luke and Amon, it will always be us two saving the day… right? Right?
“You are not okay, you should go back. I can’t let someone like you leave. I know what you did, Luke. You killed your wife, Margaret O’hart, using a kitchen knife, stabbing her 18 times from what I heard from the injuries. I can’t let someone who is that broken to leave with me.”
I grab my scabbard, ready to grab the blade in it and slash away at Luke. He grabbed a small knife, his smile growing and growing. He looked up, and laughed.
“Now I get to kill you, I will take each of your fingers, one at a time, and then I will stab you as much as I did my wife! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” He maniacally laughed, charging at me.
I raise my blade to the sky, and slash Luke, blocking my attack with the gilded dagger and stabbing me repeatedly in the stomach. Blood spurting out bit by bit. I backed off, looking at the injury, it had barely missed my organs, something minimal, but I should take caution. How many more people has he killed? I charged at him again, slicing his legs, followed by the stomach, pushing Luke away, charging towards him, we blocked each other using our weapons.
“To think you’d be pushing me this far!” he chuckled, “I am getting all excited to kill you even more now!” He backed off, doing a backflip and charging at me without any regret. I raised my sword, striking him. I look back, he was smiling…?
“?!” I fell, I looked back, he had stabbed and hit my muscles, did he cut the connection between my hand and my chest… or did he block the nerves? Luke giggled to himself, like a child, looking towards his knife, “Guess you aren’t the real Amon, I’ll need to kill you buddy? That fine with you?” The storm continued to fall, bits of cold water hitting my injuries' bit by bit. I need to end him… I can’t die here. Not yet… no… no. No. I won’t let this monster escape and leave me dead here. I won’t let that happen. Not until it's done. A bit of warmth hit my hand, I raised it. Bits of sparks coming out of it, a fire starting in my hand, forming into a fireball. With this new-found power, I grabbed my sword blade with it, warming it up to staggering degrees. This will change everything.
“Let’s finish this, Luke.” I announced, Luke just giggling, laughing maniacally as he charged at me. I raised my sword one final time, Luke ready to stab me one final time.
“W-what?!” He looked at my other hand, sparks coming out, an explosion coming out point-blank range. The fiery inferno coming out of my hand was enormous, massive enough that it could destroy the entire 40-foot prison. Luke fell to the floor, with 3rd degree burns everywhere.
“He he he… kill me, Amon.”
I grabbed my blade up, and stabbed him. He closed his eyes, and went to sleep. I grabbed the corpse’s remains, and walked away. I put the gilded knife in my pocket and walked away.
“Red saint… I’m coming for you.”
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