#may19

Kane was about to scream out loud when he couldn't stand the auditory hallucination anymore. Suddenly, Kane sensed a slight chill in the air inside the blanket. At first he thought it might be due to the sweat he had shed to the point of discomfort, but when he felt an even stranger chill, he began to think, "This doesn't feel right". "Kane" A low male voice echoed through the room, which was supposed to be empty except for the Big Red Machine. It was a voice he had heard more than the voices of his parents. Kane poked half his head out of the blanket and turned to face the owner of the voice. "What do you want, arsonist" Kane glared at his brother with sharp eyes, but the taker did not change a single expression on his brother's face. His jade-green eyes shook quietly as if in pity for the man before him who had suffered for decades due to the trauma of his heart. Decades ago today, their childhood home was engulfed in flames and burned to the ground. The event had caused such a strong psychological shock to both brothers that it blurred their memories of that time for more than a decade. Kane, in particular, barely survived the fire, but he suffered burns all over his body that left him mentally stunted for a long time as an adult. "Yes, I did burn down the house," Taker mused. Taker sat down on a chair near his bed. He looked at his brother, who was staring into his eyes, and Kane looked away, unable to bear it. Why is he looking at me with such pitying eyes when he really hated me so much that he wanted to burn my parents to death? Kane was confused by this incomprehensible situation. "Get out of here, this is my room, get out" Kane raised his voice and slammed the blanket he was wearing onto Taker. Still, Taker stubbornly refused to move from the room. Kane finally broke down at his stubborn brother's attitude, clicked his tongue, and rolled onto the bed again. He turns his back and curls up, making sure never to turn his face to the other man. ...The truth was that Taker was unwilling to burn the house down. Bearer had seen the innate potential in Taker, and Taker's half-brother Kane, and had seduced Taker into entrusting him with flammable oil in the middle of the night under the guise of pest control at his house. Taker did not even know that Kane was playing with matches in the storage room. He did not know that the room was also secretly locked from the outside by Kane's real father... The consequences gave them supernatural powers and dehumanized them. Even if he was not the real culprit, and even if his brother would never forgive him, Taker was willing to bear all the guilt of what had happened. Ever since the day his memory of that day came back to him, he had blamed himself, thinking that if he had not trusted and suspected the fat man, who was only an acquaintance of his parents, his brother would not have become the monster he had become. "Do you still hate me?" Kane responds bluntly to his brother's question, "You don't have to say it, stupid" But even though Kane should have been in the worst mood, for some reason he did not hear that horrifying "voice" anymore. Instead, a kind of relief filled his heart. "If you hate me, you can hate me as many times as you want... as many times as you want, until you're satisfied" "Hmph, I'll kill you again and again, rotten zombie." A bleak conversation that would have been terrifying for those around them to hear. Yet, there was no longer any real hatred between them. For just a moment, they were back to the close siblings of their childhood. Eventually, Kane slowly fell asleep, the pain already gone from his face. As he left, Taker took one look at his brother's face and smiled lightly. 'Good night, Kane"