Chapter 5 Anger fuels Fire
Erza lay motionlessly on the floor with a puddle of blood staining her French maid outfit. My mind suddenly entered flashback mode and slipped into a time when I was six years old and living with my mom and stepdad. I walked home that evening from a relatives house that I had to stay with for the weekend until mom got off work, I didn't get along with my stepdad well and didn't want to stay alone with him for a whole two days. Along the way I had picked a few flowers for my mother to show her my appreciation for her working all the time, the only thing my step-father did was run a horrid Dark Guild but back then I didn't have a clue what that was. "I'm home!" I shouted and smiled setting the flowers on the table for mom to see. "Momma?" I searched the kitchen, living room, my room, the bathrooms, and her room but there was no sign of her. I then opened the back door leading to our back yard and went to go check the shed, sometimes she liked to organize the boxes of books in there. My hands touched the cold handle of the shed door; it slowly creaked open. "Momma…?" My smile quickly faded as I let out a high-pitched scream. There lying by my feet were the bloody remains of my mother, a slashed stomach, and a decapitated head. Tears welled up in my eyes. "You weren't supposed to come home until tomorrow." A tall muscular man grinned wickedly at me. As much as I hated my stepfather, as much as he got into fights with my mother, I never thought he would do such a thing. My mind slowly returned itself to the present.
I knelt at Erza's side and checked for a heartbeat. She was breathing but she has lost too much blood. Anger swelled up in my throat, this girl will not end up like my mother. I let out a soft growl and attempted to clean her wounds with my jacket as much as I could. "Oh looks like you've found her, I'm afraid she didn't meet my requirements." A large pudgy man with a weird Hitler style mustache and orange hair chuckled in the doorway. I could feel my eyes turn to demonic slits; my silver eye glowed a bit while my blue one glared in his direction. I stood up slowly not taking my eyes off of him. I allowed my instincts to take over once more. Without warning I slashed at his face but he was surprisingly faster then I expected him to be. "Oh ho ho, you're quick aren't you boy?" I bared my fangs in his direction. "You're dead you fat pig!" He laughed once more but I cut him off short when I punched his chubby face, it jiggled a little. He didn't seem too affected by it just a bruise forming on his nose but that was it. "You should save your energy boy, you'll need it." Out of nowhere a painful surge of lightning shot up my spine causing me to scream and drop to the floor next to Erza. After that I blacked out.