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- chapter two -
- (the past is for torment) -
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Kai glanced up around the street, he couldn’t remember much of the night before. He could barely even remember anything. He let out a moan as he felt as though his head would explode. “uuaagghhh” “damn where am I?”, as though in response to his sudden question memories of the night before flooded into his mind.
Images, of that middle aged man swinging a barstool into his back for no reason flung into his aching head.
The more Kai thought the more he remembered, in brief flashes as though his mind didn’t want him to see what he had done that night. The response he had to the middle aged man’s reaction, was quite comical, yet deadly serious. He’d picked up his glass tankard and smashed it swiftly on the balding man’s head. to which he had just grunted and fell to the floor. Whilst he had sat back down and finished off his beer, a burly pair of hands had seized him around the midriff and tossed him through the door like a rag-doll.
He had then paced up and down the cobbled streets screaming how much he didn’t need them anyway, this brought him some more queer looks from people leaning out of windows, although most people would want to find out what the racket is when you hear screams at three in the morning. After that however he had toppled over a rusted looking chain bolted to the floor, and toppled into a bail of dirty hay. Only to wake up in it several hours later by being kicked in the ribs by a passer by.
Well, he was up now, and there was no point trying to get comfy in some itchy hay! Kai stood up, dusted himself off and then looked round. His thoughts were “wow, this place looks familiar“. A sudden image of his past smashed him In his face, a dozen houses roasting in devilish flame, whilst the snow coated the floor in twisted patches. The screams, the sound of hurried footsteps, the tormented howls of dogs, as they ran hopelessly around the burning wreckage, searching for their owners.
This was too much for Kai, he felt faint, these memories were unwanted, he now knew where he was, and he didn’t like it, he didn’t want to be part of it, he wanted to break away, even if it meant his death. He hated this place, the tormented memories clung to his thoughts as if they had been painfully nailed into his brain. He could still see people running in his head, even as passers by casually strolled past not even giving him a second thought. “how can these people do this? How can they act like this place’s history means nothing at all? How can they just bypass the pain of the past?”
Kai stumbled, he staggered forwards slightly as he felt the colour drain out of his face. With a sudden rush, he felt the strength in his legs fail him. With a whistle the wind flicked past his face as he fell to his knees with a crunch in the dry dirt.
A strained force built up in his chest, he couldn’t breathe, he didn’t want to attract attention but he had to. He had to. inside he felt emotionally crippled, he had to let it out, he just had to!
With a deafening roar he released all the emotion he had inside himself. All he saw was red orange and yellow. As the very ground he stood upon cracked, nearby grass immolated as he released his rage. For those few seconds he was screaming himself hoarse, the fire which now surrounded him lapped at his kneeling figure, giving him an extremely horrifically demonic look. The rage extended into his eyes, as they had gone completely black using emotions he had suppressed down in training at the woods for all those years.
As he did this, he saw the fire ebb away back into him, leaving him staring into a charred black circle which surrounded himself.
All he felt was confusion, what caused him to do this? He didn’t want to think. He still felt faint. He had no idea how this had happened, what had made him burn the miscellaneous things around him with such force, that what was left had blown away in the morning breeze?
His state of confusion didn’t last very long. As he pondered what this sudden mysterious force was, the last of his willpower faded out, everything went black. The last thing he heard were his own screams echoing around the living quarter. His lifeless body collapsed on the ground before him with such force, that dust flew off the of ground he’d flopped onto, and risen up into the air creating the impression that his spirit was leaving his body.
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He awoke with a grogginess he’d never felt before, a kind of laziness flowing through his body, as if he had just ran a dozen miles with his bodyweight trebled on his back. Kai couldn’t see, all he felt was numbness, nausea, and a temptation to just fall asleep and lie there forever. With that he lay there, and thought about what he had just done. What he had just felt. What he had just remembered. the blaring image of his entire town once again flew through his mind. An image of his sister lying shredded in half on the floor then replaced that memory. The pain he had felt that night was still in his head. The suffering he had felt ever since was etched into his soul.
Kai didn’t even bother opening his eyelids, he couldn’t, he tried to pick himself up. He couldn’t. he was experiencing fatigue on an extreme level. One thing hit him though, he could still hear. With that almost valuable sense he could hear breathing above him, a slow tormented breathing, as if the person above him were afraid. As if they knew they wanted nothing to do with him. As if they despised his very existence and couldn’t stand it. That thought. That thought alone made him pick up enough strength, to open his eyes and swing a fist at the person leering over him. He missed. The fatigue was obviously claiming him.
NO! he wouldn’t let this happen, he wouldn’t let himself die in a hellish place like this, just by sheer tiredness! With that he sprung upwards into a sitting position and looked around. Yes, he was still here. Still here in this bloody place! but that thought had barely crossed his mind when he remembered the breathing which had been poised above him. He stared into the space in front of him just in time to see a young woman run crying into the wood’s. she was pretty looking, almost cute, but she had something about her. It puzzled Kai, and plagued his mind for a few minutes what was she doing looking over him like that?
The woman left his mind as it dawned on him why he was in the living section of his town, the house, his house. The wreck in front of him, the burnt out shell which sat looking onwards into his direction, as if tempting him to go inside. Well, Kai just couldn’t help himself he ran at the house, he passed a small cart loaded with bread, with the flick of his wrist he held a loaf in his hand. His pace decelerated as he walked further towards the giant piece of ruin that was his last real house. And he casually tore chunks out of the loaf he stole, and wolfed them down without a second thought.
That old house of his, wow, it looked so derelict, even in the afternoon sun it made a shiver run up his spine. Although reluctant he pressed on, still walking until he reached his front door, it had been boarded up but that wouldn’t stop him, not now, not ever. The katana he now almost masterfully wielded, tore a chunk out of the boards holding the door forcefully shut. With that he kicked out at the door, and with a bang and an eerie creek it feel out of its frame, the door swinging downwards as it feel, and lay as if defeated on the floor.
He edged himself inward, instantly recognising his old home. Remembering every little detail of what had happened. It hadn’t changed, well not much anyway. The only difference was the mould on the walls, and the thick sheet of dust which plastered the floor and all the surfaces. He pushed foreword not changing his pace And reaching the living room he halted. The fireplace. It had fell off the wall and lay broken on the floor. Kai could see all of the groves in the birch wood had been eaten away at by termites, and over the past five years had rotted away, Like some decomposing corpse on the ground.
But the intruder had looked toward that direction for another reason. He paced over the rotting finish of the once warm fireplace and reached out into a glass box. He drew out a sheath from the broken case, however, this wasn’t a sheath. It of course wasn’t just a sheath, it was the sheath. It was the ornately designed sheath which fitted to his belt perfectly. The black leather shimmered almost as if pleading him to re-unite it with its lost partner. He drew out his katana, and stared intimately at the finely crafted blade. A smile grew on his face, he had always loved this blade. There was something about it, it was mysterious, it was beautiful, he couldn’t help but admire the detailed craftsmanship which was bore into the hilt and the pewter dragonhead which gazed lustfully down the blade of his cold hearted weapon.
He carried it around, trusting it more than any other thing he knew, and he did know, for a fact that he could depend on it. It had helped him from the odd bandit or two while he was training in the forest. Just the look they had bestowed when they had seen him draw the blade from under his cloak, had made him laugh for years. With an energetic thrust he poked the sword back into its beautiful carrier. Just the whine of the metal sliding into place made him feel content and a lot safer, it made him smile warmly, despite the fact he was in an abandoned ruin.
Then he remembered the other reasons he was here.
He trudged back into the corridor and back up the stairs. The memories still in his head, the screams he heard echoing off the walls. The bangs and the thuds of his sister trying to escape. Well, Kai wasn’t going to get messed up over that, it sounded harsh but she was dead, he couldn’t do anything, and what did mourning do? He clambered up the steep grooves till he reached the top. He heard crunching from under his boots. Looking down he saw the shards of vase which were broken that night five years ago. Raising his head slowly he peered down the corridor. He could see the tears in the walls and the carpet. Yes, this place was still the same, well after that night five years ago anyway.
Pacing into his room, he saw it hadn’t changed. he even saw the sheet he’d thrown on the floor when he’d ran out his room. He walked to a shelf. Picked up a teddy from the dusty surface and brushed it off. Staring into its eye’s he whispered “it hasn’t been fun here for you either eh?” thinking of the woman he pressed the bear into his pocket And walked to his bed. He sat down with an energetic lunge, And thought about his old room some more. He looked at a loose floorboard at his feet, and bent over and ripped it up out of its fragile space. He inserted his hand into the darkness and withdrew a box. Placing it delicately on the bed Kai tore open the lid and peered inside. With a boyish chuckle he remembered the things he had in there. A penknife which he had quickly inserted into the side of his boot, a small pouch full of gold he had pressed into his pocket, and a folded piece of paper.
Kai curiously opened this yellowed sheet and was horrified of what the paper had held. A picture, no more than that. A drawing of him, his mom, his sister and his dad all holding hands in a crudely drawn meadow. That took it. Just looking at the drawing filled him with pain. He folded it and swiftly put it into his coin bag. Kai didn’t intend to look at that drawing again for a long time. He flared up again. The sheet on the floor set fire, he quickly stopped before he set his whole house up in flame. As he walked out the room he thought “Rage isn’t the answer. Not yet anyway.”
Kai stepped into his mothers room. The sight tore him up completely. His mothers skeleton lay sprawled out on the bed.
He collapsed on the bed next to his long dead mother, crying out in vain how much he wanted her back. After around half hour later Kai stopped. He gazed up at the window as a beam of light fell on the bed between him and the body. That was enough to bring him to his senses. His mom was dead. He couldn’t waste time crying, he hated himself for saying that, but it was true. She was dead. He couldn’t bring any of them back. But he could seek justice. Justice that he would see this homicidal maniac brought to his level of suffering. He wanted to watch them scream in agony as his blade would twist through there poor excuse of a heart.
He then rushed over to the closet, and drew out an old bag. He then started stuffing a pair of boots and several spare sets of clothing hastily into the folds of the bag. His dads clothes. He had disappeared that night too. He just didn’t know where he had gone. Maybe he had ran away. No his dad would have confronted the villain. maybe he was killed. No he would see the corpse. He wondered where his dad was. What he was doing. Maybe he was thinking about him now. no. he wouldn’t. his dad had been loving but had never thought about anything much. It was just who he was. He smirked as he thought about the great man that was his dad. How he was brave and funny, and how he been able to make bad situations hilarious by telling a witty joke at the right time. Or by just doing something randomly stupid. Either way his dad wasn’t there. And there was nothing he could do about it.
He picked himself up and hastily wiped the tears from his reddened face. He looked at his sisters ring on his finger, in the reflection was his pitiful looking figure. no he wouldn’t get upset. None of his family would want him to cry, and he hated showing himself crying anyway. that moment he had made up his mind nobody, nobody at all would do this to him or his relatives! he promised to himself that even by death he would take the life of their murderer. No matter what the cost….
….no matter what the cost.
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- chapter three -
- (the annihilation of the unwanted) -
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That night Kai slept in his bed for the first time in years.
He awoke with a cheerful mood, even though he found he was sleeping in a derelict piece of wreckage. His home, that home had of course been the start to all of the bad that was in his life. He was haunted in the day by flickering images of the lost, however at night he was tormented by acidic dreams, of which he would wake up drenched in his own sweat. The most odd thing was he’d wake up with his voice no more than a whisper, as his throat would ache as if he had spent the night constantly screaming.
This puzzled Kai, but he couldn’t honestly care. To him his entire life was forfeit to the ambition of slaying his loved ones killer. He would do it. He knew he would. He’d spend the night either trying to sleep through abominate dreams, or just sitting there awake as his brain would shut off to rest, yet his body would still move. he would gaze all night in the same direction with his eyes open, this would probably be somewhat unnerving to anyone else, but yet again he didn’t give the slightest care. He thought people were entitled to their opinions, but the opinions of others were (usually) a complete waste of time.
He didn’t want to be noticed. He couldn’t, he had to keep a low profile in order to assassinate that pathetic son of a b***h who killed his family. He didn’t know who did it, he could clearly remember the figure was hooded. But, just because he didn’t know who they were, didn’t mean he couldn’t find them. He would find them, he knew he would. May god damn him to hell if he didn’t serve justice! And he knew what he would do… he’d search for the scumbag. He saw the direction they headed in, he’d just follow that till instinct told him to kill them. But he would have to dig. He would have to dig info out of anyone or anything. the question was where were they? Knowledge was the answer. The blade was the solution. his blade was the solution…
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Firstly Kai felt awkward about the young woman he scared out of her wits. Well she had it coming anyway. She just didn’t realise it till she stuck her face next to his. served her right, but he still felt pretty bad, so he promised himself he would make things up to her. But how? For a split second he realised he still had his old toy bear in his pocket. He dragged it out and grimaced at it. Subtle yet cute. Shed love it. Then he would be able to dig out info on her while she was all “flattered” by him. The plan was so devious it just might work.
But there was one problem, if I was an oversensitive middle aged woman. Where would I go to spend time? DAMN! He’d had it all worked out as-well!!!! Kai then spent his time walking around the town in a sulk looking for anyone who might know about the slayer of his loved ones. He got so frustrated he began to growl quietly to himself. Eventually it worked out though, eventually.
Then he saw her, a young cute looking woman, with a basket in her hands. he knew it was her because she dropped the basket when she saw him. She immediately ran off into the woods, Kai swiftly followed with precision in his stride. He twisted through the tracks in the wood till he heard crying, was it her? Was it? He couldn’t tell.. He then came into a clearing, THERE SHE WAS! His heart leapt for joy, finally he could interrogate this stupid woman about his past!!!
He leant forward expectantly, and started to walk towards her. Wait. She was crying. Why was she crying in the middle of the woods?…. He heard the swish of an arrow flick past his face as it thudded into a nearby tree, the roars of several men. “WHAT THE HELL?!” he drew his katana with methodical swiftness, and buried the white tinted blade into the throat of the nearest man leaping out the tree‘s at him.
His eyes bulged in midair as he realised the cold steel blade had ripped through his windpipe, severed the jugular and ripped it open. A grin came across Kai’s face as he realised what he’d done, he’d severed the mans windpipe and his central vein, he knew the blood would flow through his windpipe into his lungs and he would drown in his own crimson essence. The quickly dying bandit’s twitching body cracked off of the rocky floor, where it immediately started to spasm and make gurgling noises.
The others were more reluctant to attack after the swift death of there comrade, who’s body was now jerking on the floor in uncontrollable death spasm’s. they pressed on further by sheer number whilst the young woman hid in the bushes. Kai got more agitated now. He swung his blade in fast repetitive strikes he’d cut there arm, scared there face, he cleaved through a poor mans leg whist he screamed in pain on the floor. that’s another out for the count.
Suddenly a crude axe whipped through the air and buried itself in Kai’s back. He fell to the floor in a sudden downward motion. Everything went red. He could barely see. He could hear the bandits chuckling merrily to each other about his death. He had lay there for around thirty seconds when a burly man had joked, “oh so this Kai Metsutai… after what I heard he’s been through I thought he’d be tougher….”
That moment, something flipped. Something took control from deep inside of Kai. He was so agitated they thought he was dead. And the fact they had cursed his name by saying it with there unworthy lips. Damn them. Damn them all to hell. “DAMN YOU ALL TO BLOODY HELL!!!!” Kai leapt up as he screamed this, a fire in his eyes like never before, the first bandit spontaneously combusted into a mass of fiery screaming as he ran around and fell to the floor charred, burned and dead.
The second barely had a chance to escape, he turned to run as a silvery white katana blade hit him squarely between the shoulders. He fell to the floor mouthing silently with a look of surprised anguish on his face. The third looked at him and grinned showing some missing teeth. Kai would’ve ripped him limb from limb. But now he was unarmed. FOR GODS SAKE! Why did he have to be stupid enough to throw his sword? Well at-least it killed one. He remembered, he still had the axe in his back. He ripped it out painfully. The battered metal tearing his clothing, the scream he did then as the single handed war-axe shredded through his muscle as he tore it out. Running insanely at the third he dived on him, pushed him down and decapitated him in one swift, brutal stroke. Like a fountain, blood poured out of his severed neck and squirted down in the clearing. He ran to the corpse of the other unlucky bandit and ripped his katana blade out of the dead man’s back. The squirt of blood upwards on Kai’s shirt, was accompanied simultaneously by a gory squelch as the blade shredded through his internal organs and came out.
The last started to run. He’d had a head start.. DAMN! He really wanted to kill this poor excuse of a warrior! Kai screamed at the coward, as he pulled up a bandits crossbow from a corpse. It was pre loaded. What luck. He drew the weapon up onto his arm with a single push. Aimed. He held his breath expectantly, would he hit him? Damnit he had to try! Drawing the bow further to eye-level his cheek rested on the sight, he had him. Waited for a clear shot. THERE! Ffftthhheeww…thud, he had clicked the trigger he’d hit something, but where was the bandit?, all he saw was the abomination of a human being fall down into the meadow’s grass (was he hiding?). Oh well he should’ve killed him, so he’s probably dead. Even if he wasn‘t, It was no difference to Kai anyway.
Kai looked around, breathing heavily, his heart pounding in powerful lunges, he’d been worked up, no he’d been almost suicidal. Wow, it dawned on him he could have been killed, he looked across the clearings floor, all he could see was blood, the innocent forest was stained in it, well they deserved it. Kai looked down, aww crap they covered my shirt in their gory filth!!
He felt a pain in his face, raising a shaky hand he pressed it over his eye and ran it swiftly across his cheek. He pulled back.
Blood. The scumbags had made him bleed. Damn them, damn them all. Now Kai had a scar which shifted down the side of his face, narrowly missing his eye. Oh well, even though he’d been physically scarred, he had still came out better than his enemies!
As he looked around, he saw the destruction he had made, the dead, the blood, the gory entrails all over the floor. HA-HA! His sword did all that? He couldn’t believe it! He never knew he could wield such an ornate blade so skilfully. So looking around it made him think, the still burning corpse had made him remember something. hadn’t he set the floor on fire while he was emotional? hadn’t he set his bed sheets on fire when he had visited his house earlier? And when he had got worked up, hadn’t the bandit burst into flame? He looked at his bloodstained hand and focused his rage. Wow! Was that a tiny flicker of light? Kai tried again, this time putting all of his past into consideration, and focused on his hand.“vumphhh…” his hand was now holding a flame, it was licking at his arm, but he couldn’t feel anything hurting him. Strange, very strange. Without thinking he pressed his blazing hand into a nearby tree and watched the bark ignite and burn marks fanning out from the spot he had singed.
So, if he could hurt things, and not himself. Well, now he had another weapon. One someone couldn’t steal. One which couldn’t get lost in combat. One which was very effective…
Kai smiled, the bestial grin crawling up his face, he stood there with the image of a homicidal maniac, his face a barbaric grin in a clearing full of blood, bodies and fire. he could kill in his own unique way, and proud he was. Very proud, that he, of all people could be a way unique to himself.
One which was very effective indeed….
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 Kai_wolf_666 · Tue Aug 14, 2007 @ 11:01am · 2 Comments |
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