His eyes shudder open. Smelling the beer and rustic sweat. His hands hold over a small knife. This is it, He thought He got up looking over his shoulder. Hr sees a man, fat and drunk, passed out. He got up and hesitated to turn around his eyes slowly turning to the old man. "Wake the hell up, Old Man!" He yelled at him. His legs stretched out and kicked him in the side hard. The Old mans eyes shot open.
He grunted. "THE HELL!' He yelled in pain. The kids hands gripped the knife. "What the hell did you do to her!" He yelled. The old man got up. "Shut the hell up, boy!" He yelled back, his fists punching the boys face. The boy stumbled, but gaining his balance he rose the knife to his shoulder and sliced a deep cut.
"Where's Renati!" He yelled.
"Damn you boy! Your pathetic sister is gone now! " He chuckled holding his cut.
"You're pathetic..." The boy muttered. He raised the knife to the mans neck and and slitted it. Blood splattering on his midnight hair.
He looked at him in shame. He kicked the mans dead body aside to get past him. His eyes showing no mercy. Only filled with determination. He grabbed a pouch filled with money. His feet crossed the room, he stopped at a note,
Dear Hasio,I intersted in your skills. If you need assistance come to this location: District 461 housing 25. I will help you achieve.
Hasio stuck the note neatly in his pocket. His long arms stretches out to grab a brown bag.
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