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Intertwined lives

  Well… how do I say this without it sounding terrible? I guess there’s no pretty way to put it. I was a serial killer, a psychopath without restraint who killed purely for pleasure and excitement. The blood, the exposed organs… all of it gave me a visceral, sickening satisfaction.

  I was fully aware of my actions. I knew they were wrong. But the urge never went away. Until, well, I had to run.

  I managed to evade the police for quite a while, until I made a mistake. A woman I brought back to my room noticed the stench lingering in the air. Her instincts screamed that something was wrong, and she tried to escape. I tried to stop her, but I didn’t expect a single blow from a wax lamp to be enough to bring me down. She ran out screaming, alerting the entire neighborhood about the "psychopath" trying to kill her.

  I ran. My mind racing, searching for an exit, a temporary refuge. I ended up in a cabin in the woods, but the food didn’t last long. I tried to resupply, hiding my face as much as I could. It was no use. When I walked into the convenience store, my face greeted me from dozens of "WANTED" posters. The man behind the counter recognized me immediately, even with the hood and sunglasses. Damn busybody.

  And then, my life became a relentless chase. I measured every move, every possible hiding spot, but the city had turned into a cage. Any misstep would give me away. So, I made a decision. The riskiest one of all.

  To flee the country.

  I couldn’t use my bank account without the police tracking me, so I withdrew cash. I ran to the airport as if hell itself were at my heels. I bought a ticket, any ticket. I just needed to get out of there. By the time I boarded and took my seat, my heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

  An hour later, the plane took off.

  And then, fate decided my escape wouldn’t be so simple.

  Turbulence hit without warning, violently shaking the plane. The screams started. The flight attendants tried to calm the passengers, but no one listened. From my window, I watched the engine catch fire.

  And yet, I didn’t feel fear. Just a strange, almost absurd calm.

  That’s when my mind decided to replay the disaster that had been my life.

  My parents. Men hardened by war, who believed discipline came with beatings and confinement. If I cried, they threw me in the closet. If I did something wrong, they left me without food for days. When they died, I didn’t celebrate. I felt empty. I still saw them as heroes, even though their teachings only left me scarred.

  I was fourteen when I was left alone. Two jobs to pay the bills, grades that didn’t reflect my intelligence, and a spiral of self-destruction where alcohol was my only comfort. Until I discovered the one thing that truly excited me: killing.

  It wasn’t normal, I knew that. But the pleasure of having a lifeless body beside me, of possessing it even in death… was intoxicating. I tried human flesh, but it didn’t taste good. Maybe, deep down, I was one step short of becoming the ultimate monster.

  It doesn’t matter now.

  I’m about to die.

  The plane is breaking apart. Passengers are being sucked into the void. And then, a light falls from the sky, devouring those in front of me. For the first time, I feel fear.

  But there’s no time for that.

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  The ground rushes up in a blink.

  I have no family. No one to say goodbye to.

  And then, I die.

  I thought I’d wake up in some place surrounded by angels, some deity reaching out to drag me to heaven. Or to hell. But there was none of that. Just darkness.

  I had no body. No senses. I didn’t even have thoughts in the strictest sense of the word. I just… existed. Or something like it.

  Then, a gray smoke appeared before me, vibrating with a spectral glow. It twisted, contorting, until shapes began to form.

  "I told you not to touch…!"

  My mother. Her face twisted in rage. Her hands descending on me with the force of a punishment I was supposed to learn from.

  The smoke shifted.

  "Do you not understand, you little…!?"

  My father, swinging a bat against my back. I’d overheard him talking to someone, something I wasn’t supposed to hear. So, the lesson came in blows.

  Again, the smoke changed.

  "Sniff… Sniff…"

  I saw myself, curled up in a corner, surrounded by the absolute darkness of a closet. A month. All because I’d hit a kid in kindergarten. An overreaction, even for them.

  The smoke kept twisting.

  "Relax, this is my first time too…"

  Ah, this. The night I lost my virginity. And the night I claimed my first victim. I remember the panic, the confusion, the adrenaline. But above all… the pleasure. How disgusting.

  The memories kept unfolding. All of them. Without exception.

  None of them good. None of them worth remembering.

  Why?

  The smoke began to concentrate, forming a structure that felt familiar: an arched door. I stepped through it.

  Darkness. Again.

  "Haha... ughh...!"

  A sound.

  "Damn it, he’s bleeding out! Call Lady Floiyo right away, the baby’s coming out backwards!"

  What…?

  "Come on, Erika, hold on! Lady Floiyo is on her way!"

  Voices. Distant. Confused.

  Then, a blinding light.

  "Waaah! Waaah!"

  A piercing sound vibrated in my chest. Was I… crying?

  The shadows dissipated, the world took shape.

  "Uff… Uff… I thought we were going to lose him…"

  A man.

  "Congratulations, it’s a beautiful baby. And the twins were born, though with complications!"

  A pair of arms held me firmly. Warm. Maternal.

  ...What the hell just happened?

  "Hello, little one."

  The voice came from a man in front of me. He seemed… like a good guy. Dark hair, gray eyes. Gray eyes? Wait, what the hell is with that perfectly chiseled physique? Aren’t we a bit too elegant for a delivery room? Just kidding… I think.

  "I’m your daddy."

  His hands rested on my stomach, warm and firm.

  "Daddy," huh?

  The term floated in my mind, devoid of meaning. I didn’t have time to dwell on it before my body shifted, and a new figure came into view.

  A woman.

  Unreal beauty. Her golden blonde hair shimmered under the dim light, and she smelled surprisingly good despite the sweat covering her. Her brown eyes met mine, and in that instant… it all clicked.

  I’ve just been reborn.

  Damn. How am I supposed to react to this?

  "Hello, my beautiful little one."

  If I’ve been reborn, that means this man and this woman are my new parents.

  She leaned in and rubbed her nose against mine.

  It was strange. Warm.

  A sense of calm spread through my tiny body before I could stop it. Something inside me reacted instinctively to her affection.

  "My little twins…"

  What?

  I didn’t have time to process it before I was moved again. They placed me on my mother’s lap, and that’s when I saw her.

  Another baby.

  Blonde hair, gray eyes. The perfect combination of our… parents.

  Something clicked in my brain when our eyes met. Unusual. Strange.

  She reached her tiny hand toward me, and without thinking, I did the same. Our fingers touched.

  Protection? Sibling instinct?

  "It seems these two are going to be very close" commented a new voice.

  We both turned at the same time.

  An elderly woman.

  Her attire was elegant, too elegant for what I’d expect in a modern setting. In fact, now that I thought about it, everyone’s clothing in the room seemed like it belonged to a period far removed from the 21st century.

  "Yes, it seems so" my mother laughed, her tone filled with tenderness. "Though I’m even more surprised that both of them have our traits. Lucius has Elías’s hair but my eyes, and Isolde has my hair but Elías’s eyes."

  What?

  Oh, come on. Did they just spoil my new appearance for me? Couldn’t I have figured it out on my own? Ugh. Fine, I’ll let it slide because it was my mother who said it.

  While the adults kept talking, I focused on my sister.

  Is she Isolde? And I’m Lucius?

  Uncommon names. Definitely not Korean.

  Suddenly, our heads flopped backward.

  …

  What?

  I tried to move, but my body didn’t respond.

  No way…

  So this is what they mean when they say you have to support a baby’s head because they can’t control their neck yet.

  But I knew how to do it. In my past life, I could do it without a problem.

  Damn these limitations.

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