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+Chapter 1+

…War had broken out…

I could feel the ground shaking beneath me as I kept my innocent gaze outside. As much as I wanted to avert my eyes from the nasty sight outside, I couldn't. It was if my eyes were stuck there on that scene like glue.

Another scream

I was frozen for a long period of time until someone bumped me and knocked me down on the floor. I fell with a loud thud and hit my head on the nearby table. It was my mom. She seemed to be in panic as she clung to the wall for support. Then, her eyes darted at me, they were filled with hate. I felt scared as I backed up against the wall.

"You stupid girl! Stop getting in the way!"

She yelled as she approached me and grabbed me by the hair. I could feel my eyes swelling with tears as a stinging sensation made its way on my cheeks. Even at a time like this all they could think of was being cruel.

"It hurts! Please stop!"

I cried out as she kept a strong grip on my hair. Then, as if on cue, she hurled me towards the corner with her brute force. The look on her face was frightening as she approached me. I couldn't help but cower in fear.

'Don't come near me…!'

I thought. My mind started to panic as she inched closer and closer and then suddenly the doors burst open. My mom stopped in her tracks as she looked at the door, her face filled with fright as she ran towards the corner of the room. She was shaking as a pair of men in yellow attire entered the house. One of them was carrying a sword while the other carried a torch. I was still frozen at the spot where my mom threw me. I wanted to move, but my body wouldn't allow it, the only movements that I was able to make was a few shudders as I heard the two men laughing as they proceeded to approach my mother. I could see them look at her, adoring the fear that showed upon her features instantly. There was a smug look on their faces as they began to talk.

"Well now, what do we have here?"

"A civilian."

"Lets kill them."

"Are we allowed to do that?"

"No one would know that we killed them for fun."

"Good point."

My eyes widened as I caught a part of their conversation. They planned on killing everyone inside that house.

"Please don't kill me! Kill her instead!"

Suddenly their eyes darted at me. I think I froze more, if that was even possible. The smug look on their faces soon turned into conceit. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run away, but as fate would have it, my basic motor skills would not work. I was terrified. These monsters might really kill me. The glint in their eyes says so. There was so much murderous intent in them that I felt that I wanted to faint at that very moment. Further more, my own mother even suggested to kill me instead, talk about parental love, huh?

"This kid might just prove to be quite an amusement for the guys."

The other said as he returned his gaze back to my mother. She still had that terrified look plastered on her face. I guess it was only natural seeing that, the guy with the sword was pointing it at her.

In a few minutes, a nerve wrecking scream filled the room. What flashed before me was the image of my mother being slashed mercilessly by these yellow monsters. Not only did he slash her once, he did it multiple times, each strike seemed more forceful than the last. The room was flooded with my mother's scream. I wanted to cover my ears, but I couldn't. I wanted to avert my eyes away from the horrid sight, but I couldn't. Soon enough, silence overcame the small house once again.

"Now…"

I heard one of them say as they slowly turned around to face me. Their eyes were filled with malice, they were truly monsters. At that time, as they were slowly approaching, I felt something hot and stinging just underneath my hand. The more, I pressed my hand down on the ground, the more it started to hurt. Then, as my eyes shifted to the ground, I saw a red puddle forming form underneath my hand. I was bleeding. I was applying pressure on a knife that was lying on the floor, and because of the fear I felt earlier, I failed to acknowledge the pain, and felt it only now.

"Well now, aren't you just a beaut?"

"Yeah, for a kid that it. She would make a good play toy."

They commented as they kneeled down. The one with the torch threw his burning piece of wood at the other corner where my dead mother was. Looking past his shoulder, I saw how quickly her body was caught in the fire and how it began to spread. The smell of the burning flesh was unbearable. It was disgusting, I haven't smelled something like that before.

The one who was carrying the torch reached for my chin and grabbed it hastily, giving it a hard squeeze. In return, I flinched from the pain, my right hand, wrapping around the sharp blade of the knife, making a deeper wound.

"Better yet, we sell her."

He said looking at his comrade then back at me. At that time, something in me stirred. My body was beginning to move, and as he returned his gaze at me, my right hand lifted from its current position, bloodied and bruised. I swung my hand at his face the moment he turned. Then, the next thing I knew, he was clutching his face and screaming.

"MY EYES! MY EYES! IT BURNS!"

The moment I swung my hand near his face, it seemed that a large amount of blood got in his eyes. Talk about convenient.

"Why you little brat, DIE!"

I hear the other one say as he stood up and brought down his blade to kill me. Before he could hit me, I instantly grabbed the knife and stood up driving it onto his stomach. I then drove it deeper and soon enough felt his weight on my small body. I backed away and watched as he stumbled on the floor, coughing blood. Walking away from the slowly dying body, I approached the other one who was still recovering from the pain in his eyes brought about by my own blood. I still clutched my knife firmly. He squinted his eyes as I approached him, for some reason he was backing away from me. I didn't know why. The only thing I knew was that there was this feeling the kept on stirring inside of me that eventually had to be released.

Stopping in front of him, I clutched my knife tightly and looked at the man. I was mumbling incoherent words at that time. Then my lips curved into a twisted smile. Without any hesitation, I drove my knife at his skull. He was able to scream, but it soon faded. I pulled the knife out and watched as the man dropped on the floor, dead.

I began to look around the house. I knew that I had to get out of there, as the fire was slowly spreading. My eyes darted towards the place where my mom was. She was still burning and her body was almost gone.

"Serves you right mother dear…"

I murmured to myself as I went out of the house. I looked at it burn as I reached the outside. The snow was still thick, but not as thick as it was before. I suddenly fell on my knees as I looked at my bloodstained hands. I just killed two men, and I watched my mother die, plus I thought that it was a good thing.

I then looked at the knife that rested against the snow, picked it up and pocketed it quickly. The feeling was gone now. I had my first share of blood, and I liked it.