Only Half Monster

The world is divided in two, the Vasco and the humans. You could almost say the Vasco had superpowers, but the reality is much, much darker. In a destroyed world where the Vasco rule, the humans are being slaughtered, and towns obliterated.

Z is a young man with a secret that must never get out, for he fits in neither with the humans nor the Vasco. But after reminiscing with his past, and a series of unfortunate events, he is thrust into the war and he must get his hands dirty if he wants to uncover the truth about himself and those around him.

It seems you can never truly know a person, until you know yourself.

Note: I've currently drafted 30,000 words of this story, but needs significant editing before uploading. Names of characters will change at some point, and chapters will soon be changed to delete plot holes and remove pointless ramblings.

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5. Heartbreak and Apologies

Chapter 5

'Heartbreak and Apologies'


"I hope you have a good explanation for this," came a brass voice from behind Z, but he didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The silence continued, as Alistair sat down beside Z, who was by this point, too exhausted to make him leave. He sighed softly.

“I never thought I’d come back to this town, let alone come back to my house. Too many bad memories." Z explained, avoiding the word 'home' since that was one thing he knew this wasn't. By now, Alistair should have realised who he was. And sure enough, he had.

“Your house…” Alistair said softly. “I knew it. It is you, Z, isn’t it?” he continued, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“In the flesh and blood," Z said in a deadpan voice. "I take it you didn’t expect to see me ever again,” Z added in the same emotionless tone.  Alistair’s gaze froze onto the ground, as the tension built up between them. “Sunset was the plan. I waited for two days, sleeping out in the cold. I could never forget; I remember it like it was yesterday,” Z said painfully, though he tried not to show it.

“My actions that day… I’ve regretted them ever since. I’ve wanted to explain-”

“I don’t need any explanations from you!” Z bellowed, a moment of deafening silence following, before he inhaled and, continuing calmly, he added, “besides, I already know why you did what you did. You were just a coward, and you still are.”

“I'm sorry Z, and I mean it. I was afraid, yes, but it wasn’t easy for me to do what I did. I still love you like my own son,” Alistair said apologetically. Despite the hope in Alistair’s eyes, Z knew a simple apology would not change anything.

“You have no right to say that after you abandoned me,” Z said sternly, trying to stay calm under the circumstances. “I am not your son, and someone like you could never be my father.” His words were harsh, and followed by more silence. He didn’t want to act like the bad guy, but he was angry… and hurting.

“Please forgive me, Z,” Alistair pleaded, but he pleaded on deaf ears.

“Seven years old,” Z stated calmly. “I was only a child. Did you think that after the death of my mother, of Abby, of everyone that I would be fine all alone in this world? Just like you were. I waited for you, and prayed you would still come, but I eventually got tired of waiting. All these years I hoped that there was a reason, that something serious has stopped you from turning up, but deep down I knew it was just cowardliness. You abandoned me just like my real father did too,” Z said, clenching his fists as he remembered his past.

“I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry,” Alistair cried into his palms as he repeated his apology over and over, his voice trailing into a quiet whisper, before his sobbing stopped completely. Alistair stood there in silence for a moment, before turning and walking away, dragging his heals behind him.  


Z laid back onto the grassy bank, with his arms crossed behind his head. There were no more clouds in the sky, just bright and glistening stars. He closed his eyes softly, and with the light, peaceful sound of the crackling fire, and the gentle breeze of the wind, Z drifted into oblivion.

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