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Shocks, Secrets, and Surprises

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“Barnabas heard the door slam, as he turned around and saw an infuriated Paul huffing at his bedroom entrance. He dropped his bedsheets and watched his little brother stomp up to him like a voracious lion.
:bulletwhite:“Hello, Paul. How was school?”
:bulletred:“Don’t hello Paul me. I know it was you.”
:bulletwhite:“Whatever do you mean?”
:bulletred:“Don’t whatever do you mean me. I know you were the one that attacked me during my sleep. You were too upset about the thought that Father would never return, so you took your inner frustration and anger out on me and in the middle of the night in order to prevent others from noticing.”
:bulletwhite:“I would never do such a thing. I would never hurt anyone.”
:bulletred:“Don’t play innocent with me, you no-good scoundrel.”
Paul suddenly noticed the knife on the floor, in which he picked up and pointed its blade at his brother. Barnabas placed his hands over his chest and rapidly shook his head.
:bulletwhite:“Paul, please don’t do this.”
:bulletred:“Then admit you assaulted me in my sleep.”
:bulletwhite:“I didn’t do it.”
:bulletred:“Why should I believe you? Why should I even give you a chance to speak? You were always against me and you always will be!”
:bulletwhite:“Paul, I beg of you. Do not strike me with my knife.”
:bulletred:“Begging will not help.”
Paul raised the blade. Barnabas began to shout like a rape victim.
:bulletwhite:“Paul, please. I did not attack you on the night before today.”
:bulletred:“Shut up!”
:bulletwhite:“Paul!”
:bulletred:“You’re lying!”
:bulletwhite:“Please!”
:bulletred:“Liar!”
With a single swing, Paul slashed the knife’s crooked blade across Barnabas’ face and felled him to the ground. He then lunged at his brother and began kicking him like one would with an empty bucket. The sound of Barnabas’ yelping made Paul strike harder and harder and harder. He continued the violent act, until he saw a shadow lurk above him and stopped. Lydia stood at the hall, staring at the brothers with a slight alertness in her unemotional eyes. Barnabas lay on the ground, covering his eyes and weeping. Paul dropped the knife, as he watched Lydia pick up his older brother and gasped at the dark red stains trailing from his face and dripping onto his white changpao. Lydia stared at Paul like an angry mother.
:bulletpurple:“What happened?”
Paul said nothing.
:bulletpurple:“What happened?”
Paul was still silent. Lydia just sighed, as she hurried Barnabas out of his room and left the little brother alone.

A day later, Paul peeked through his bedroom door. There was no sign of Lydia anywhere. He stretched himself onto the stone flooring, as he stared at the stone ceiling and gave out a big sigh. He could still feel his posterior ache and hear his stomach growl, in which he tried to resist from since the day he attacked Barnabas. He wasn’t sure whether he should be proud or ashamed of his drastic act. Just then, footsteps echoed through the hall. Paul took another peek and saw a long black and purple trail entering Barnabas’ room. Trying to stay quiet, Paul snuck out of his room and leaned onto the wall next to the door, trying to get a good glimpse of the conversation.

:bulletwhite:“What did she say, Lydia?”
:bulletpurple:“It’s hard for me to explain it, Joseph.”
Barnabas’ voice became tense.
:bulletwhite:“What? What did she say?”
A sudden pause. Paul’s heart began to race, until he heard Barnabas’ voice again; this time more tense than before.
:bulletwhite:“No… No! No! No! No! No no no! Why!”
Paul could hear Barnabas weep again, but only twice as hard as when his older brother got injured. Lydia tried to calm the boy down.
:bulletpurple:“The lady in the tavern said that she could not have a visually impaired server in her presence. There was nothing I could do to convince her.”
:bulletwhite:“It’s not fair! It’s just not fair!”
:bulletpurple:“ I apologize that you are upset, but nobody has the power to change Genesis’ cruel ways.”
Paul tiptoed his way through the hall and ran out from his home, hearing enough of the sappy conversation. The sound of Barnabas’ sobbing, however, kept slowing him down. He tried to forget by running faster and moving farther from the Little Town of Tamar, until he crashed into something. Or in this case, someone.
:bulletgreen:“I apologize, sir. Are you okay, sir?”
Paul got back up and gasped, for he stumbled upon Silas, the red-haired boy on the day before today who looked at him with a smile and raised a hand out to the little punk.
:bulletgreen:“Good sir, I have finally found you, sir!”
As soon as Paul was back on his feet, Silas did a hasty bow; his burgundy fringes concealed his face like the visage of a vengeful specter.
:bulletgreen:“I apologize for bumping into you, sir. I hope I did not injure you, sir.”
Paul just shook his head. Silas raised his head up and sighed in relief.
:bulletred:“Where’s Timothy?”
:bulletgreen:“I do not know, sir. The good sir said that he had to take care of some things, sir. He said that it’s secret and that I shouldn’t know about it, sir.”
:bulletred:“I see. And you said you were expecting me?”
Silas enthusiastically nodded.
:bulletgreen:“Oh yes, good sir. May we sit down, sir?”
Paul nodded, as the two boys snuck behind a food stand and took a seat. As usual, Paul sat in his usual crouched position and rested his head on his arms. Silas rested his back against the stone wall and stretched his legs out like a marionette when placed back on its shelf.
:bulletgreen:“Sir, may I ask you a question, sir?”
:bulletred:“I guess.”
:bulletgreen:“Why do you act so cruel towards others, sir?”
Paul felt his heart stop. He suddenly had this urge to hurt Silas and call him horrible names right in front of his face, but for some reason, he could not. Silas was just too sensitive and kind for such things to rain upon him.
:bulletred:“Whatever do you mean?”
:bulletgreen:“You always wear a big frown on your face and scowl at the other sirs, sir. Do you not like people, sir? Or have you been by any chance damaged somewhere in your life, sir?”
A vision suddenly flashed into Paul’s mind. A child was making his way to a room, where he gasped at the sight of a man dragging a woman around a bedroom floor by the hair. The man later pinned the woman down and began tearing her clothes off, revealing the woman’s nude porcelain body. He threw her onto his bed and bound her arms and legs to the bedposts with her tattered rags. The woman tried to fight back, but the man stuffed a filthy rag into her mouth and whacked her every time she screamed. Completely terrified, the child lunged at the man and tried to pull him away from the woman. Unfortunately, the man grabbed the child by the hair and stuffed his face between the woman’s breasts. The man also pinioned the child’s arms behind his back, as he listened to the muffled screams of the woman and child. Paul fell into a daze, until Silas called out to him.
:bulletgreen:“Sir? Sir? Are you awake, sir?”
Paul rapidly shook his head and looked at his side, seeing Silas waiting patiently with a worried look in his big brown eyes.
:bulletred:“Huh? What happened?”
:bulletgreen:“You fell into a stupor, sir. What I said must’ve offended you, sir. I apologize if it did, sir.”
Paul shook his head.
:bulletred:“It was no trouble. In fact, it should be I who should apologize to you for not listening. Do you still want to know why I’m so mean to other people?”
:bulletgreen:“Only if you are comfortable, sir.”
Paul felt a tingling feeling inside when he heard those strange words. He never met a person so kind before, but for some unknown reason, he knew he felt this feeling before. But what was it? Where did it came from at first? After a moment of silence, Paul finally sighed.
:bulletred:“I once had a father; very regal yet still a father. He was revered by all of his peers; however, what they do not know is his dirty little secret. Ever since my mother left him, my father had no one to be with. Everybody blamed my mother for rejecting him, but in truth, it was my father himself who caused my mother to leave him. When my mother was still with him, he’d beat her up and torture her every midnight, but now that she’s no longer here, he pours his crazed rage on his own children. Nobody, not even my own brother, believes that underneath that refined façade lays a wife-beating child-abusing beast.”
:bulletgreen:“That’s terrible, sir. All those years of ordeal have most definitely ruined your overall outlook, sir.”
:bulletred:“Indeed it has.”
The boys sighed in unison.
:bulletred:“I bet your father was a better man than mine.”
:bulletgreen:“I don’t remember my father, sir.”
:bulletred:“You don’t remember him?”
Silas shook his head.
:bulletred:“Then who takes care of you?”
:bulletgreen:“Terah, sir.”
:bulletred:“Terah? The town lunatic?”
Silas nodded.
:bulletred:“How did you end up living with him?”
:bulletgreen:“Master Terah bought me at an auction, sir.”
:bulletred:“You’re a slave?”
Silas nodded again.
:bulletgreen:“Because I am a slave, I do not have freedom and cannot make friends, sir.”
:bulletred:“What about Timothy?”
:bulletgreen:“I only tag with him because I am not allowed to do whatever I please, since I am a lowly slave, sir. Although I may look like I enjoy being Timothy’s little lackey, I honestly cannot stand such mortification, sir. But if Timothy knew that, he will be heartbroken or angry and hurt me, sir.”
:bulletred:“Looks like we are both on the same boat.”
Silas’ gentle smile returned. Paul looked back and, for once, grinned a little.
:bulletgreen:“Oh. I have something for you, sir.”
Silas took out a small elaborate case and handed it to Paul, who opened the lid and gasped. Inside were two golden fleur-de-lis about the size of date fruits.
:bulletgreen:“Right after you dashed off on the day before today, I could not ignore the thought of your pain and suffering, sir. So I decided to myself that maybe I can make something to make the good sir smile, sir.”
Paul continued to stare agape at the golden trinkets.
:bulletred:“They’re beautiful. What are they?”
:bulletgreen:“Earrings, sir. I made them out of my golden shackles, sir.”
Paul looked at Silas’ legs and realized that they were bare.
:bulletgreen:“Allow me to put them on for you, sir.”
Silas picked up the earrings and gently pierced each one through Paul’s ear lobes. He then picked up a shard and showed it to the boy.
:bulletgreen:“Do you like them, sir?”
Paul became speechless at the sight of the golden earrings dangling from his ears. He could sense that feeling returning, but this time, it’s finally beginning to show. The thought of the young slave boy working on such a masterpiece with his own bare hands made him want to shed tears.
:bulletred:“Silas, you shouldn’t have.”
:bulletgreen:“I am a slave, sir. Serving people is what I do, sir.”
:bulletred:“It’s not that. I mean, this is the nicest thing somebody has ever done for me.”
:bulletgreen:“I am glad you liked it, sir. Consider it also as a thank-you gift from me, sir.”
:bulletred:“For what?”
:bulletgreen:“Being my first friend, sir.”
Paul was struck dumb again after hearing Silas’ kind words. For many years, he never had a companion of his own. The only individuals he knew were strangers and enemies; friends are scarce to him. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Silas and began to weep on the boy’s shoulder. In an instant, he got off and tried to maintain his composure.
:bulletred:“I apologize for my silly action, Silas. I could not help myself.”
Silas shook his head with a smile.
:bulletgreen:“It is no trouble, sir. You are a friend now, sir.”
:bulletred:“You don’t have to call me sir, you know. Just call me Paul.”
:bulletgreen:“All right… Paul.”
All of a sudden, a large shadow lurked above the boys and made them gasp. A man draped in grey robes came out of the blue, as he grabbed Silas’ arms and bound them behind his back. Judging by his oddly-shaped beard and crooked beady eyes, he was no doubt Terah, the lunatic foreigner of the Little Town of Tamar. Paul stared agape at the old man picking the boy up and yanking him away like a farmer would with his livestock.
:bulletpink:“Now I gotcha, you little rat!”
:bulletgreen:“Run, Paul! Ru—”
Terah cupped his hand over Silas’ mouth, in which Silas bit the man and managed to get out of his grasp. Silas was about to speak, until he felt a rag being forced between his teeth and tied around his head. Two arms then scooped the boy up, belonging to no one other than Terah himself.
:bulletpink:“Shut up! A slave like you has no right to speak out!”
Terah tugged on the gag as if it was a horse’s bridle. Silas gave out a strangled shriek.
:bulletgreen:“Mmmm! MmMmmm! Mmmm!”
The old man continued the violent act, forcing choked cries and muffled mewling out of the slave boy. Paul finally got out of his daze, as he lunged at the old man and tried to free Silas. Terah brushed Paul off many times, but the little punk kept coming and shouted the same words at the top of his lungs.
:bulletred:“Let him go! Let him go!”
Just then, more hands grabbed Paul by the arms and pulled him away from the man and his slave. The hands came from white cloaked characters with white hoods and jasmine garlands around their necks. More of them appeared around Terah and grabbed Silas, as they lowered the rag and strapped a spider-shaped harness in its place. Silas tried to shake off the strange metal gag that held his mouth open, but the conservatively clad strangers settled him onto the ground and forced him on his knees. One hooded stranger took out a pair of flat pincers, as it inserted the tool into Silas’ mouth and began pulling out his tongue. Silas shook and screamed, begging the stranger to stop.
:bulletgreen:“Aaaah! Aaaaaah! AaaaaaAaaah! Aaaaah!”
The cries of Paul’s new friend flashed another vision into his thoughts. There were two boys; a big one and a small one. The small one brandished a weapon, and began whacking the big one until the big one became senseless. A shrill cry for help suddenly broke the boy out of his trance.
:bulletgreen:“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!! AaaaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!”
Tears filled up Silas’ eyes, while blood trailed down his mouth every time the stranger tugged on the pincers. Shocked, Paul tried to break through his captors’ grasp, when suddenly, he felt a wet rag pushed over his nose and mouth. He wanted to shout, but for some reason, he couldn’t. He could feel himself getting drowsier. Why is that? What is this strange concoction over Paul’s face? Of course. Algae water. These white-hooded strangers wanted no witnesses, so what do they do? They kill them, but since Paul was a young boy, they drug him instead. With no other way to escape the strangers’ grasp, Paul dwindled into a slumber as Silas’ final scream pierced through his ears.
:bulletgreen:“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!”

What has become of poor Silas? How will Paul continue life after what he saw? And Barnabas after what happened to him? These questions will be answered soon..."

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Poor Silas! It must be very painful to have the tongue pulled out...(sob)