"Good Morning, Freesia" A woman with the same brown hair stands before Freesia, her smile filling Freesia with the warmth she haven't felt in 11 years. "It's time to get out of bed."
Freesia nods, and tosses her blanket to the side. The woman carries Freesia up with her strong and gently arms, walking out into the living room where a man with a kind face smiles warmly. The edge of Freesia's mouth stretched so far, Freesia could feel the skin crack, but she didn't care. Freesia was home. Freesia was having breakfast with her parents. Freesia was happy.
CRACK!
The door ripped of it's hinges. Freesia turned, and her face fell. A man stood there, blades on each hand, his armour somehow not snapped from the size of his belly. This man was Garran Thorne. "Who are you?" The man on the table asked, his smile faltering. "A king hunter who is seeking shelter, I presume?"
"Oh shut up, old man. We are in the 21st century. Who hunts these days anymore?"
"Then could you explain your bla-"
A wet thud cuts the man off, his head staring back at his body. A petrified shriek erupted from the women sitting opposite Freesia, Freesia's own jade eyes gaping wide. "You're next, woman!" The younger Garran points his now crimson, wet blade to the women, who stood between him and Freesia.
"You're the guy, right?" The women asks, flowers blooming across the man's headless body. "The guy the British government sent to rid us 'Anomalies' ?"
Garran smirks, his blades glinting and his armour wobbling up and down, no doubt already giving out from his humungous torso. "You're not as dumb as you seem, then?" He raised both his blades, now cracking and morphing into a singular massive cleaver. "Wait! Wait!" The woman's desperate pleas were cut short as her hands her butchered, blood spraying freely. "AARGH!"
Poor little Freesia stared in horror, while Garran approaches her. "Leave her alone! She hasn't awakened yet!" The women's cries were drowned out as her head was severed clean with surgical precision.
"Haven't awaken yet, huh?" Garran muttered, his massive cleaver morphing into a small, iron briefcase. "Mustn't be very useful then? What's your name, girl?"
"F-Freesia…" Freesia said, her words came out a squeak.
"Hmmm…" Garran thought to himself, before smiling cruelly and pulls Freesia by her neatly combed brown bowlcut hair.
"Ah! Ow! H-hey! Let me go!" Freesia struggles, but isn't able to break free from this man's iron grip. "Let me go!" Freesia said more firmly this time, only to be met with a sharp crack on her cheek, knocking her head to the side. "Shut up, Ashrat." Garran said coolly, his palm already a red imprint on Freesia's cheek. "From now on, you are my slave. Understand?"
Freesia looked up with wide, terrified eyes. "No!" She cried, struggling harder. "No! I don't want to!"
"Shut up, girl!"
"I won't! I won't!"
"I said SHUT UP!"
CRACK!
***
"Oi, hey, are you alive?"
Freesia's neck muscles screamed as she tilt her head upward. All the blood rushing to her face as a man, barely one or two years older than her, stands inches from her face. His messy white hair matted with blood and nearly obscures his shining, blood red eyes. "You are awake!" The man exclaims, a mischievous smile masking all his sharp features. "Hey! OI! Look! There's a survivor here! I think she is the one getting executed!"
Freesia follows the man's voice, catching sight of a muscular, wavy haired blonde boy, with a distinctive scar from his eyebrow down to his cheek. He leaps from a stack of dust and rubble, landing close to the white haired man and causing Freesia to recoil from the force. "Lucky I didn't burn everything down, eh?" The white haired man said, his hands ruffling his blood stained white hair. The blonde boy stares at Freesia, noticing how malnourished she appears. Freesia, realising the uncomfortable position she's in, hurriedly stood up and brushed the dust off her torn, beige shirt. "S-sorry." She murmured, patting of the dust frantically. The white haired man laughs, the same maniacal cackle she heard from before, then turns to the Freesia and said "What's your name, girl?"
Freesia's breath catches in her throat, and for a second, she want to be crying. Then, Freesia looked up and said, "Fr-Freesia…" before adding "Sir…"
"Haha! Sir? Hahahaha!" The white haired man doubled over and cackled manically, clutching his abdomen. The blonde man beside him scoffed and turned to Freesia, offering a smile that reminded Freesia of being under a thick and warm blanket in winter. "Don't mind him, he's really…"
"My name is Thomas, by the way, and that one is Yorusaki." He signals the Yorusaki's cackling form, gradually calming down to mocking snorts and making an overly exaggerated bow.
"You said you would use Blood Eyed Trickster for me, Tommy." Yorusaki taunts, poking Thomas's scar on his cheek. "Anyways, let's continue burning stuff."
Thomas looks at Yorusaki with obvious disdain. Yorusaki, oblivious to his expression, walks away cackling while flames dance along his palms.
Freesia stared at Yorusaki, wondering how is that man not getting burned, before recoiling slightly as Thomas held his hand out for her.
"You coming with us?" Thomas asks, his smile still spreading warmth over her. "This place isn't suitable for living anymore. At least, not after him." He jerks his head to Yorusaki's retreating form, disdain replacing his smile.
Freesia's eyes locked onto Yorusaki's back, clearly unsure of what to do. "M-May I?"
"Hey! Tommy! Someone else is alive here!" Yorusaki's voice ripped through the air, causing a smile to tug on Thomas's mouth. "Alright! Coming!" Then he turns to Freesia, holding out his hand for her again. "Come on, the more the merrier."
Tears well up in Freesia 's eyes, blinking hard and oushing it back, Freesia took his hand and nodded hard. "Y-Yes!" She squeaked.
Yorusaki kneels over a massive man, his form almost hidden away by the man's stomach, watches in disdain. "Womaniser…" he muttered as they neared, loud enough for them to hear. "She's… she's not my type."
"Ha! Are you sure?" Yorusaki asks, clearly enjoying Thomas's discomfort. "Anyways, get a load of this guy! I thought he was a pig!" He jabs a finger to the laying man, his belly bloated to comical levels. Freesia, recognising the man as Garran, took a trembling step backwards. "Ha! Are you scared? You thought he was a beast too right? How did he get such a tummy?" He slaps Garran's massive stomach, causing his to gasp and sputter awake.
"YOU!" He gasped between wet coughs, "You dare? I am Garran Thorne! If I had my iron, I would've wiped your face clean off!" He tries to oush himself up, before falling back down as Thomas's foot collided with his titanic tummy. "That was unnecessary for you, Tommy~" Yorusaki hums, slinging his hands into the pockets of his loose, army jeans. "I could've done that." He adds.
"Get your filthy foot of me! I'll kill you!" Garran yells, thrashing violently. "You! Slave Girl! You!" Recognising Freesia. "Get these Bastards off my stomach!"
Freesia flinches, she couldn't move. Slowly, she raised her head, her jade eyes meeting Yorusaki's crimson ones. Thomas's foot still clamped on Garran's humongous abdomen. "I-I… I'm…" her words died in her throat. Her gaze snapped away from Yorusaki's, glaring deep into a pile of scraps beneath her. "What are you doing! Kill them! Do something!" Garran yells, desperation creeping up his tone. "Kill them and get my out of here!"
Yorusaki threw his head back and barked out a lugh, even Thomas seemed to be amused. "My, my. It seemed you 'slave' decided that she is too good to follow you any further." Thomas teased, causing Yorusaki to laugh harder and wipe an imaginary tear from his eye.
Garran's eyes bulged out from his sockets, veins visible through his forehead. Freesia looked up in fear, her jade green eyes welling up in tears. "N-No! I… I'm just…"
"I'll let you choose this, Freesia," Yorusaki said, bending slightly to meet her eye level. "do you want to continue being a slave and come at us? Or do you want to be free?" Garran's eyes widened even further, almost comically, as he yelled "Shut up! Come here and help me up, you Ashrat!"
Freesia doesn't respond, staring up at Yorusaki's mischievous grin. For a moment, time froze. Then, much to Garran's shock, Freesia nodded. "Please…" she whispered, her words lower than she expected "… help me…"
"NO!" Garran's iron boots reformed and turned into a massive cleaver. The massive blade easily twice the size of Yorusaki, causing Freesia to duck down and cover her head between her arms. The massive cleaver eats through the air, fuelled by Garran's roar.
CLANG!
It flew off. The cleaver's massive blade broke off mere inches from Yorusaki's flame, embedding itself deep into the wall nearby. "What?" Garran asks, uncertainty creeping up his tone. "What is this?"
Thomas stood between Yorusaki and Garran, his entire body embraced with rocks and stones. "I guess you were also an Anomaly, weren't you?"
Garran looked in fear, before Yorusaki signature maniacal laughter fills the ruined halls. "I could've handled myself well, Tommy." Yorusaki said, flames forming in his fist. "Would you present me the honour to execute this pig?" His flame filled fist raised into the air, pointing at Garran.
"Up to you, I'll take Freesia away."
Yorusaki grins and bow exaggeratedly, turning to face a trembling Garran as Thomas leads Freesia towards the exit of the hall. The flames around Yorusaki's fist flicker and crack as Yorusaki approaches Garran. FWOOM! And Garran was no more.
***
"So, how old are you?" Thomas asks, walking Freesia out of the hall as the crazy white haired man still laugh over the flames. "18." Freesia replied, hesitantly. "I'm turning 18 tomorrow." She remembers.
"Oh really? Happy birthday." Thomas said, smiling. "Poor you, must've been so traumatic. Being a slave and all…"
Freesia remained silent, staring at the ground as Thomas walks beside her. It has been so long since Freesia had anyone to talk to, it feels exciting, but scary too. "So… do you eat ramen?" Thomas asks as Yorusaki strolls towards them. "You seem like you haven't eaten anything."
"Woah! We're eating ramen?" Yorusaki exclaims, slinging his arm over Thomas's shoulder. "Thanks, Tommy!"
"You see, they both start with T's, it's an alliteration~" Yorusaki adds, ducking under Thomas and addressing Freesia. Freesia jolts slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the friendly interaction. Yorusaki, sensing this, stands back up to his full height and frowns. "You're no fun."
Freesia's shoulder droops, her head bent low, and tears well up in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry…"