Day 4 Poem.
It was ridiculously easy to take a life, what was hard is how to cover up the act and dealing with the fallout of the action.
Alex knew first-hand the effect of abuse on children especially from such young age, so Alex decided to do something about it. He can choose up to 200 ways of killing that fuck of a man, but he chose not to. Instead, he decided to leave behind a message for Natsuki's father hinting of a possible termination if he did not repair his relationship with his daughter. A simple signature from a local mafia boss would be enough to quake any petty gangster in his boots.
If there's one thing Alex hate, that would be a wannabe hoodlum that covers their own insecurity by harassing innocents weaker than them. Alex hoped that the fucker would take note, as he rather not resort to violence any time soon. It was easy to kill a man, but hard to hide the body.
Alex then regretted his decision soon, for the poem he worked for ends up as the message he left behind.
A scream, muffled in the mist,
A clenched fist, a puckered up lips,
A caged beast, hungry for meat,
The door of steel, she rends and beat.
But can you see all this,
The irregular stripe on her pelt,
Her clenched fist, her gritting teeth,
A little girl, hidden in the mist.
Beware taskmaster, for the kitten hungers,
Her roar will tear down the circus's flap asunder,
In the day when pain was brought by your whip,
The kitten, will chew your bone, to clean her teeth.
Beware, for once she tasted meat,
She will always crave for a bigger feast,
And then, you will regret the day,
You raised your clenched fist.