That
bloody night which was soaked up in the countless prickly drops of
frozen water, the night where the clouds howled and thunder tore the
sky, that night brought with it the dawn of a deep and dark future.
A
young boy Sat beside his mother in a shelter that shouted poverty,
waiting for his father, expecting food. Finally he saw a familiar face
come inside the folds of the miserable space only to witness a terrible
crime happen in front of him, which was going to change his life
forever. The man that came in, drunk and frustrated couldn't confide
himself anymore and knew that he had to let out his anger lest it would
eat him and make him despise his own self. The way it was to be, no one
would have thought, but then it happened. As angry and agitated as he
was he put all his force and soul into one fatal blow that was to steal another's soul, the soul of the lady in front of him, the soul of the
young boy's mother, the soul of his own beloved. He picked up a knife
and tore apart the woman, the one who bore his child.
Having
seen something as terrifying and depressing as the whole act was, the
boy couldn't help but weep, weep all the water out that was in him.
Little did he knew that this would irritate his inhuman father further
more and would lead to his own demise. The Man, with the knife in his
hand, begged for the boy to stop crying but was only met with denial.
When there was nothing more he could have done, he moved towards his own
child, with insanity on his mind, and carved out a Blood red grin across his face.
The
young man, in as excruciating pain as it was, with a mouth full of
blood, yet a smile across his face, could not have possibly taken
anymore. He rose himself up and avenged his mother with the same weapon
that was used to put her mother to death and a smile to his broken face.
The morning that followed was the one that witnessed the greatest villian of his age be born.
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