Reversal

Opening his eyes in a daze, Christian looks up at the ceiling above him, only to sit up properly and look at the old man sitting across from him calmly.

"You woke up"

"It seems so" Stretching his body, Christian sighed "I lost my mind again".

"Does it happen to you often?"

"No, but once my personality fragmented"

Laughing lightly, Dimitri looked at Christian with a thoughtful look "You look different"

"Do I? In what sense?"

"I don't know..." Looking carefully at Christian, Dimitri tried to find the reason for his strange feeling, then looking at Christian's eyes and noticing the reason 'I see... this boy awakened his pride'.

Christian always had warm eyes, while when he fought his eyes turned cold, but now, Dimitri managed to see a new facet that excited him.

Christian was looking at him as if he was nothing more than trash to trample on, as if he was nothing more than a germ that doesn't even enter his gaze.

Feeling his curiosity eat away at him, Dimitri replied "Do you feel any different?"

Frowning, Christian clenched his fists "Not at all"

"..." Thinking for a few seconds, Dimitri asked again "What about your doubts?"

"Doubts? I'm Christian Grey, I have no doubts anymore" With a slight smile, Christian answered.

'Even his voice and smile became disdainful and proud...' Though most would be offended, Dimitri just found the situation curious and exciting, but still, he sighed "We'll have to rework your expressions..."

"Huh? Why?"

"*Sigh*" Seeing Christian's frown, Dimitri sighed again wearily 'If he keeps up that visible pride, they'll end up killing him'

...

May 2, 2016.

A man of about 189 centimeters looked at the wooden poles around him for a few minutes, bored.

But from one second to the next, he moved his sleeves and out of nowhere all the poles had knives stuck in them. Without stopping he moved his hands through his clothes and more knives appeared, stuck next to the others, and after 15 seconds of this he stopped.

"33 knives in 15 seconds, new record" Clapping with satisfaction, Dimitri approached Christian, looking carefully at each stuck knife "And as always, you didn't miss any"

"..." Without showing any emotion, Christian looked at the knives calmly, then took out two more knives from his clothes and said "I completed making my own technique like you asked me to"

"Hoh, show it to me" Stepping away from the center, Dimitri waited patiently.

"It has no name, but I can use it while running and while jumping. I have to have some speed because if I exceed it, I will most likely fail" Waving his hand next to the two knives, Christian looked at the main pole for a few seconds, then waved his hand and quickly threw the two knives.

*Ching*

In the course of doing so, the two knives collided with each other and changed course, causing each to hit the posts surrounding the main one.

"..." Looking at the knives with interest, Dimitri asked "How far did you get with this?"

"I can throw four knives, two in each hand, I'm practicing to use three in each hand, but I haven't mastered it yet"

"And all three would clash with each other like they do now?"

"Yes, but that's the hard part. I was calculating the weight of these knives and took into consideration the wind I feel, but sometimes I have room for error when using three in each hand, that's why I didn't show it today"

"What happens if you use a knife you're not used to?"

"I would have to hold it for a while to feel out its weight and see what force I need, I also have to consider its length, speed and size. For now, I can't do it instantly with something new"

"Did you try with your metal needles I gifted you?"

"Yes, but I can't get satisfactory results" Wiggling his fingers, two needles appeared in Christian's hand, then he waved his hand and threw them towards a pole.

Silently, the needles clashed, but unlike the knives, neither hit.

"They weigh very little and are very thin. I can't do the calculations correctly, but I'm practicing, in a few months I should be able to do it"

"First you should learn to throw three knives per hand, then try the needle thing"

"That was the idea" Feeling no excitement about his accomplishments, Christian nodded with a neutral face.

"..." Looking at the knives, Dimitri nodded with a satisfied smile "It's a good technique, it will help you eliminate more people in an enclosed space"

"..."

Looking at Christian for a few seconds, Dimitri lost his smile and said "Follow me"

Nodding, Christian didn't bother to pick up his knives and followed Dimitri in silence.

Arriving at Dimitri's room, the old man sat down and said "You're almost done with your training. Now all that's left is to practice more and you won't have any problems"

"..."

"Smile warmly"

Quickly changing his expression, Christian softened his eyes as his lips curved and his cheekbones rose slightly along with his smile.

"Smile awkwardly"

Quickly adjusting his expression, Christian complied quietly.

"Smile coolly"

"Smile with gratitude"

"Smile with lust"

"Smile with love"

"Smile with-

"Smile-"

After demonstrating more than 20 smiles, Dimitri nodded with satisfaction, then continued "Coldness"

"Unfriendly"

"Angry"

"Greedy"

"Tired"

"Desperate"

After another 30 expressions, Dimitri finished speaking "Back to being you".

Sighing, Christian smiles wryly "I feel my face stiffen with neutral, it makes me uncomfortable"

"That's why I left you all day practicing it" Picking up a small box next to him, Dimitri lifts it and pulls out a handkerchief, then passes it to Christian and says "Christian... today I will teach you something very different from the rest"

"..." Losing his smile, Christian looked at Dimitri seriously.

"I will give you a demonstration of a skill that I personally created. Its basics you will discover, and I hope not be disappointed by your reaction"

Taking a deep breath, Dimitri smiled "The weather is quite interesting lately, I didn't know it would rain around these parts"

"..."

"But it pleases me, I was really bored with the heat"

"..."

"What do you think?"

"I-" Cutting off his words, Christian stops his mouth and brings his hands to his face in a daze, feeling hot liquid flow down his face "Blood..."

Smiling, Dimitri lifts the mirror to his side and sets it down in front of Christian.

Staring at his face in a daze, Christian had to strain not to be alarmed or show many expressions.

Blood was pouring out of his eyes and nose, flowing nonstop all over his face, but strangely, he felt no pain.

"How did he do this?"

"Figure it out"

"..." Nodding, Christian lets the blood flow and remembers everything the old man did.

"The weather is quite interesting lately, I didn't know it would rain around these parts" Inside his mind, the scene replayed over and over again, as Christian tried to analyze how he was attacked.

For two hours, Christian was silent as he thought, the blood had stopped flowing a long time ago, but his face was still completely covered in bloody spots.

Suddenly, Christian opened his eyes wide and looked at Dimitri in disbelief "The sound!"

"Quick as always" Smirking, Dimitri continued "Do you know why it happened?"

"Not quite... I only know that you changed the tone of your voice and sometimes clicked your tongue, but it was too low to notice it instantly"

"That's enough, wipe your face first"

Nodding, Christian took the handkerchief and wiped silently.

"Your brain and blood react to sound, that's something I discovered a few years ago" Pulling a book out of his clothes, Dimitri tosses it towards Christian "I used some test subjects, it cost me a few bodies, but it's no big deal"

"..."

"The point is that I discovered that if you make certain levels of sound while talking, can cause the blood flow of the person who is the direct recipient of its sound waves to loose control. After two years of experimentation, I mastered this ability"

"..."

"It can kill, hurt, or just make you bleed painlessly as you experienced, it all depends on what decibels you make and their frequency"

Opening the book, Christian swiftly flips through and takes a special glance at the old man's annotations "It's... amazing"

"You could say this is my life's work, and now I'm sharing the fruits with you, other than me, you're the only person to know"

"Elder, but with this technique, you can do whatever you want. You don't have to touch anyone and you can't be blamed because someone dies out of nowhere near you, why bother learning to fight or train?"

"Because it has limitations" Sighing, Dimitri continued "You can't be more than 8 meters away from the victim, plus you have to stare at the person while you do it. But the most limiting thing is that there must be no major noises around, if someone screams while you use it, it won't work"

"I see... that takes away a lot of its effectiveness" Christian nodded.

"But the reason I've never used it in public is another... imagine if everyone found out this was possible?"

"Even the kids would try to do it..."

"There would be chaos, and even if I don't reveal it, if many people die in front of me while I'm talking, they will notice... whenever you use this ability, the victim will bleed from all their orifices in their head, including ears"

"I didn't bleed from my ears or mouth"

"It's because with you it was only a mild demonstration"

"..." Staring at the book for a few seconds, Christian said "It would serve as an intimidation technique"

"I've used it in a similar situation, I threatened a certain family and when I met with her head of the family. I told her that I poisoned her and that only I had the antidote, obviously she didn't believe me at first, but when she started bleeding, she nearly scared herself shitless" Dimitri laughed lightly.

"It must be nerve wracking" Smiled Christian.

"You should have seen that woman's face, she looked like a corpse" Dimitri laughed, then stood up and picked up his cane "For now study the book, you'll get a chance to practice it"

"I can't wait"

...

Monday, June 17, 2017.

Sitting on a watchtower, Christian ate cake leisurely while looking up at the starry sky.

"Your mother improved quite a bit with the cakes, it's delicious" Sitting next to Christian, Dimitri commented.

"You should have tried the ones she made at home, once she got confused and poured salt on the cake, she almost threw up"

"As long as she doesn't confuse sugar with cocaine"

"That would be fun"

"If you don't die of a heart attack"

"Obviously" Laughing lightly, Christian continued to look at the starry night calmly.

"..."

"..."

"I come from Norilsk" Dmitri commented casually "It's kind of like Detroit in the United States, but much worse"

"I heard a little bit about that place, -30 degrees every day, used to be an industrial place, a lot of poverty after the Soviet Union fell"

"Yeah... it was hell" With glazed eyes, Dimitri continued "In that place... you're either born into a stable family, or you die"

"..."

"I had the bad luck to be discarded when I was born. According to the people at the orphanage, they found me in the garbage on the verge of death from hypothermia"

"In that place... you don't have the typical option of being a delinquent or a prostitute, my only option was death since I was a child, it is something I understood when I was 4 years old... the Soviet Union made me believe that we were all equal, but in the orphanage, if we were lucky we managed to eat 3 days a week"

"There was no garbage, no animals or any rats to hunt. We couldn't even go out begging, the cold would kill us in less than an hour... at 5 years old, we ate another child who died of starvation"

Looking at the old man rambling in a daze, Christian could only picture the situation in his mind.

"The orphanage was closed when I was 6 years old... they took all the kids to some army place and I was away at the time, when I came back there was no one there and I was left alone... two days later I killed a homeless man I found near the place... he was the first man I killed, I didn't even give him a proper burial, I ate his flesh and stole his stuff"

"I don't even remember how many times I was on the verge of death from diseases... eating human flesh as your only food affects you quite a lot, but I still survived until I was 8 years old, sometimes I found cats or dogs to eat... but I still killed tramps I found... it was simple, I waited for them to fall asleep and hit them with a rock on the head until they didn't move anymore"

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Edited By: Joy_a