Hi everyone, this is a story thing on Trains thoughts on what happened when his parents died and when Zagine trained him, also when he became The Black Cat, etc. It's sort of like, pre-manga/anime thingy. I hope you like it!
"Mom! Dad!"
The anguished cry was the only sound that disturbed the eerie silence of the still house. The young child's unusual, cat-like amber eyes were stretched wide, swimming with unshed tears. His messy, spiked chocolate brown hair hung over his face, so the only visible was his glinting eyes.
"Well, it seems that they had a child."
The boy's heart raced even faster and he was starting to feel light-headed at the amount of fear churning inside of him, tying his stomach in knots, flipping it over at the malice that soaked the mans voice. It swept through him, making his knees go weak and his body feel numb. As his mind tried to process what was happening, he felt loneliness, grief and fear kept reasonable thoughts and ideas at bay, refusing to ley any other thought apart from: I'm going to die, I'm completley alone, and I'm going to die!
"W-Who are y-you?" His voice –that was barely a whisper- cracked as he spoke, or rather, stammered. His emotions were spinning out if control-fear, grief, failure, loneliness, guilt and, most importantly, confusion. He didn't know why any of this was happening to him. He didn't know why his luck had suddenly turned sour. It felt like all the invisible forces that controlled destiny had turned on him, even though he hadn't done anything wrong. Sure, he'd failed the tests he'd taken when he actually attended school.
The towering the man before him let a sinister grin slide across his face, showing his startling white teeth. The long, tattered black poncho (I know, it sounds girly for Zagine, but that's all I can describe it as) that encased him blew in the slight breeze that blew through the open window. The sound of bullets being loaded into a gun was the only audible sound other than the child's ragged breathing, slightly broken by occasional choked-back sobs that he refused to let out.
His before-open ochre eyes were now tightly screwed shut as tears streamed down his pale cheeks, small shoulders shaking as he silently cried. His senses were blotted out by the emotions churning around his mind, dimming everything around him so it was only when he felt the cold metal of a gun to his forehead did he realize the danger he was in.
Out of all the mixed emotions swirling throughout his confused brain, fear over-powered the rest of them, clouding his once-again opened tawny eyes that were more suitable to a cat. Those almost-sinister-looking orbs glanced at the motionless, blood-soaked bodies of his parents, lying in pools of the same scarlet substance that drenched them. He felt the blood of his parents seep through the bottoms of his worn shoes and bathe his socks, a fresh douse of fear running through his veins, soaking him to the core.
"Do you wanna live or die, kid? The choice is yours."
The young child did not reply, or rather, couldn't reply, for he felt as if an anvil was holding his tongue to the floor of his mouth, and he knew that as soon as he parted his lips to utter his answer, the fear that was controlling his mind would snatch away his words as if he had leapt from a plane. Yet one word from his mouth would decide his fate, and there was a lingering question that pushed itself to the front of his mind: was it worth living now that his parents were dead, and he was completely alone? He opened his mouth to reply, but, as expected, the words he were about to speak had been stolen from him. Not a word was uttered from that quivering child.
A single shot was fired into the still night, and the ghostly silence reigned once again.
I'm sorry it was short! I'll try better next time, I promise! Only 725 words! I'm ashamed! Don't forget to review!