Page 64 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
When we make it out to where the grand piano is, it seems like everyone had the same mindset in remaining in their rooms. Too much has happened for the day/night and now, we need to recharge, plan out what is going on and what we’ll do about it. I take a deep breath and go to the living-room leading King there. I let her sit next to me on the piano seat. I shut my eyes and run my fingers over the piano. I haven’t played one in years. I take a breath in and out; I playClair de Lune,everything comes to me as if I never lost it.
I hear as King gasps at how I’m playing. She’s never seen it happen and honestly, had I not been born for this life, I would probably be a piano prodigy because my love for the classics were on a different level. I don’t open my eyes as my fingers glide over the black and white keys. My rage builds, but it’s the opposite of what I’m giving out on the piano. On the outside my fingers glide softly over the keys, but inside, I am angry. I am beyond livid. I want to kill someone for shooting at King and for giving her another reason to cry. There’s this internal anger, the amount of frustration that I feel that can’t be repelled out with a simple Hail Mary or a confession. It’s odd that I’m even thinking of the Catholic Church, the last time I went to Mass was so long ago, I don’t know why I’m even thinking of it right now.
I focus on the keys I’m playing. The way the rhythm, the song that has no lyrics, that needs no lyrics gives way to how I’m feeling. It’ s telling me I need to avenge her. Avenge the woman that I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. It’s scary that all these events have led me to understand who I am and what I’ve been waiting for all my life. Is this why I didn’t feel complete with Tatyana? I hear the transition of the melody as I move over toArabesque No.1.I have a special love for this one in my heart. I take a deep breath as I lean back a little and play with all my heart. All my feelings and frustrations. The frustration with myself, with the Petrovs, with the assholes that think they’ll get away with it all.
My mind goes into figuring out how I’ll skin alive the idiots that shot at King, Kenna, and Elani. They don’t deserve to be treated like trash. They deserve much worse. When it gets to the melody of having to play the keys faster and much more efficient. I lose myself in the piano. In the dangers of my mind. In the place that I no longer visit. Like how I’ll rip the men limb from limb. In my mind, I caress my guns; I take care of them in preparation of how I’ll remind people that me being a savage is something I’ve accepted wholly. I may be even more relevant in Quebec than I am here, but it doesn’t change that I will remind folks. My face will be the last one they see. I’ll make sure that being buried 6 feet under is a courtesy, a gift that they weren’t able to receive because they thought too highly of themselves and me. They don’t know me or what kind of destruction I can bring in their lives, but this is what they prefer so, let the games begin.
As I think of the many ways that I can destroy them, my fingers shift toArabesque No. 2and I play with a gigantic smile on my face because I know that all will be lost to them. I can picture the blood that will pour here. The floods that I will bring to the City of Vegas will make them remember me. I will shake this entire city from the ground up and draw my name in not only the pavement but in the hearts of these men. If they fear Alex for what he does, they’ll shit their pants when it comes to me because I plan on taking their souls. I am what others don’t like to say out loud, but I am content with accepting it. I am the devourer of all souls and I’m here to reclaim my title.
Instead of startingReveriefrom the beginning, I start it halfway in. I’ve realized that I am giving an ode to Claude Debussy while I plan out the murders that I will commit but won’t ever regret. Too many obstacles have placed me where I am today. Too many faults by others, and today is the day that I take revenge. Bullets are flying all around me as I play the keys, making love to them with my fingers, showing them how I really want to perform it all. How much I am not a gentle lover and never will be. But for her, for the woman sitting next to me, the one I’ll kill for, the only one that I will do all this for, I will make them kneel. They will kneel to not just me, but to her. I don’t say it aloud instead; I show her in the piano keys with my last transition into Pour le Piano: Toccata. The way my heart is beating fast right now and my veins are not just filled with blood but with rage. I embrace it all for her.
It may not be tonight, but soon enough… It will be their last days on God’s green earth. Even as I play and my fingers fly over the keys in a gentle caress, I recite the Lord’s Prayer for them because they will need it.
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.
I am well aware that this is not the prayer that I learned to pray for over the dead, but it isn’t really about them. It’s about the souls that will leave their bodies. It is no longer mine to judge or do as I want to, but I give it to the giver of all souls. Whether or not he sends them to Hades, that’s his choice. All I know is that I’ve forgiven them. The reason they’re getting the chance to be tortured and killed by me, is because I am such a forgiving man. This is what they deserve, what they’ll get and what will play as a loop over and over for them when they are gone from this world.
That I, Ciro Gaël Sarkozy, son of Fabrizio Sarkozy, will always right the wrongs committed towards me.
I end the song and open my eyes to see more than just King’s pair of eyes staring at me. It’s everyone else that should’ve been in their rooms, but they were watching me play the piano. The genuine awe coming from King’s face and expression makes me smile. It also makes me realize one thing, that although my mind was rambling on like a madman; this madman is ready to go to war for a woman that he loves more than anything in this world. Some may ask how I know this, and it’s easy. I thought I was in love once but I didn’t kill for Tatyana. Yet, for Kingsley, I’d give it all up for her if she asked me to but with the look in her eyes, I know she won’t. She isn’t that person.
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