Chapter 8 : Catastrophe That Shouldn't Have Happened (5-End)

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After Returning From Another World, My Sister Become Obsessed With Me

Genre : Phychological, Thriller, Gore, Romance, Supranatural, super power

Chapter 8 : Catastrophe That Shouldn't Have Happened (5-End)

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Frey stopped. He didn't climb into the ambulance. Instead, he turned around and stared back at the burning fairground. Teru grabbed his shoulder, looking worried. "Frey? What are you doing?"

"You guys go ahead to the hospital first. I’ll follow you later," Frey said, pulling away and stepping back onto the blood-stained gravel.

"WHAT? BUT YOU'RE HURT TOO!" Anton shouted from inside the ambulance, his voice full of confusion.

"It’s just a minor injury, I’ll be fine! I’ll take the next ambulance. Go now and save Fin!" Frey yelled back, his voice disappearing into the sound of sirens as he ran away from them.

The ambulance drove off, leaving Frey alone. He ran toward the figure standing perfectly still amidst the flames. As he got closer, he saw her clearly. Rika was wearing her long white pajamas with blue whale patterns. Her long hair flowed in the wind, catching the orange light of the fires.

Rika watched him. Seeing her brother in such a terrible state, made her heart shatter. She began to cry. She realized that in her rage, she was the one who had caused him so much pain. She felt a crushing sense of guilt for hurting the only person she truly loved.

When Frey reached her, he grabbed her shoulders and stared into her eyes, his face pale with fear.

"RIKA! RIKA! WHY ARE YOU HERE? ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU HURT?" he shouted, his voice cracking with panic.

Rika looked up at him. Once again, she saw it, the eyes of a man who didn't care about his own broken body, as long as his sister was safe. This selfless love made her sob even harder. Her guilt was becoming unbearable. Seeing her cry like this, Frey remembered how she used to look when she was being bullied.

He immediately pulled her into a tight hug.

"It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now," Frey whispered, stroking her hair to calm her down.

"I’m sorry... please forgive me, Brother. Please don't ever leave me," Rika sobbed into his chest, clutching his shirt until her knuckles were white. "I’m so scared... I'm so scared you’re going to hate me."

She was acting as if she were experiencing the greatest trauma of her life, the trauma of losing her family all over again.

"What’s wrong, Rika? I would never leave you. Calm down, okay?" Frey pulled back slightly to look at her.

"LIAR! YOU’RE LYING!" Rika screamed, her voice desperate.

"Once you know the truth, you’ll hate me! You’ll be disgusted by me! You’ll leave me just like everyone else did!"

Frey saw how panicked she was. He leaned in and gently kissed her forehead, then pulled her back into a warm, protective embrace.

'Is she remembering our parents?' Frey wondered. But he didn't know that when Rika said "everyone else," she was talking about the people in the other world, the ones who had abandoned her and called her a monster.

This fear made Rika’s obsession even stronger. Frey was her entire world. He was the only source of warmth she had left.

"Rika, listen to me," Frey said softly, his voice an anchor in the chaos. "I promise I will never leave you. No matter what happens, no matter what the reason is, I will stay by your side."

"A reason?!" Rika pulled back, her eyes traveling over Frey’s wounded body. The cuts from the glass, the bruises, and the blood.

"Isn't this enough of a reason?" she asked, her voice trembling as she touched the wounds on his hands with a look of pure sorrow.

"Brother... I did this. I’m the one who caused all of this. I’m the reason you are hurt like this," she confessed, her voice thick with terror as she hugged him again, tighter than before. "Don't you hate me now? You hate me Right!?"

Frey looked at his sister’s sobbing face and thought hard. Rika wouldn't be this broken for no reason. She feels like she’s done something terrible, but what could a high school girl possibly do?

Frey sat Rika down on the grass and sat beside her. He wrapped his arm around her, letting her lean against his shoulder as she wiped her tears.

"If you want, you can tell me everything, Rika," Frey said softly. "I promise, no matter what it is, I won't leave you. I won't hate you. I won't even be mad. I promise."

"Promise?" Rika whispered.

"I promise!"

Rika went silent for a moment. She stood up and sat on Frey’s lap, looking into his eyes. "Hug me first..."

"Okay, okay. Come here," Frey replied, stroking her hair as he pulled her into a warm embrace.

Rika took a deep breath and looked down at her hands. "This afternoon, while I was waiting for you, I felt so lonely. I missed you so much. When night came and you still weren't home, I used the GPS on your phone to find you. But... when I found you, I saw you were with a woman. You were smiling. You were having fun."

Rika gripped her hair, her face twisting with discomfort and pain.

"When I saw you with her, I felt a rage I couldn't explain," Rika whispered, her voice trembling perfectly.

"I thought you were going to leave me. I felt so much anger that I wished everything would just… disappear. I wished for a disaster. And then, a second later, the Ferris wheel fell. I felt like my dark thoughts had summoned the devil himself."

Frey listened, his analytical mind already working. As a rational person, he knew that 'wishes' didn't cause explosions. He knew it was impossible for a teenage girl to blow up a dozen carnival rides just by being angry.

However, as he looked into Rika’s eyes, he felt a strange, warm haze clouding his judgment.

Deep inside Rika’s eyes, a faint purple spark flickered. She was subtly using a low-level "Cognitive Blindness" spell. It didn't change his way of thinking, but it made his brain look for any logical excuse to protect her.

"She’s traumatized," Frey’s mind began to reason, pushed by the spell.

“She was here, she saw the explosions, and her fragile mind is suffering from 'Survivor’s Guilt.' She thinks her dark thoughts caused this because she can't process the horror of a real terrorist attack or a gas leak.”

"Rika, listen to me," Frey said, his voice firm but gentle. "You are just suffering from shock. You didn't do this. No one can cause a disaster just by wishing for it. It was a freak accident, or maybe someone planted bombs. But it wasn't you."

Rika pulled back, her eyes wide with fake fear. "But I felt it, Brother! I felt like I killed hundreds of people! I hated them, and then they died! Even you got hurt because of my heart!"

Seeing her blame herself so intensely, Frey felt a wave of pity. The magic in the air made his rational mind reach a "logical" conclusion.

"If I don't forgive her for this 'imaginary' sin, her mind will break from the guilt."

"It’s okay, Rika," Frey said, stroking her cheek. "I don't blame you for your thoughts. Everyone has dark thoughts when they are jealous. The fact that an accident happened at the same time is just a horrible coincidence. I won't be mad, and I will never hate you. So, stop carrying this weight, okay?"

Rika burst into tears again, burying her face in his chest.

"Perfect," Rika thought, a chilling smile hidden against his shirt. "He’s so rational that he used his own logic to lie to himself. With just a little push from my magic, he’s convinced himself that I’m the victim. Now, I have a 'free pass.' No matter who I kill, he will always find a way to justify it for me. Tho, it's has limit because I can't touch any of his close-friend."

Her obsession surged.

Frey then silent for moment, a deep thought happening in his head, "Jealous? Why did I said that ...? She's my little sister, why did she Jealous when I'm with other girl? Ugh, and why did my head hurt so much?"

In the middle of that, Rika pull off his hug and look at his eyes, Frey suddenly feel so calm and then pat her head.

"Are you calm now?" Frey asked.

"Mmh-hmm," Rika replied, her voice back to being sweet cute and innocent.

Frey tried to stand up. "Alright, now let’s go find the paramedics so we can go to the hos—"

Suddenly, Frey’s body swayed. His face went pale. Before he could stand, he fell forward. Rika caught him instantly, holding him against her.

"Brother?"

"I think... I lost too much blood," Frey whispered, his voice weak. His vision began to fade. The last thing he heard before passing out was Rika’s voice.

"It’s okay, Brother. Rest now. Rika will take care of the rest. Sweet dreams."

Rika gently laid Frey’s head on her lap. She stroked his scarred face and smiled softly. "Maybe it's time to bring back my brother handsome face," she whispered.

She snapped her fingers.

Somewhere nearby, more explosions went off, injuring several more people and creating a distraction.

A black magic circle appeared beneath them on the grass. Rika stared at Frey with deep obsession. From the magic circle, hundreds of shadow hands reached out. They slithered across the ground toward the people who were badly injured but still alive.

The shadow hands entered their bodies and squeezed their hearts until they stopped beating. As they died, the hands absorbed a dark aura from the corpses and brought it back to the circle.

Over thirty lives were sacrificed.

Slowly, Frey’s body began to heal. His pale skin returned to a healthy glow. His broken bones were knit back together, stronger than before. And the burn scars that covered his body... they vanished.

His true face appeared, a face that was incredibly handsome, perfectly matching Rika’s beauty.

Rika stared at his healed face. She stroked his cheek and leaned down, whispering how beautiful he looked while sleeping, before kissing his lips. She smiled for a moment, enjoying her brother presence.

She then activated another magic circle, and in a flash of light, they both vanished.

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