(Alright new story, now this will most likely not be too long in terms of chapters, really this is just to be part of another story im planning to do in the future. but thought it'd be interesting to write)
He had seen it; he had watched his beloved older sister getting tortured and raped by the goblins that invaded his village. He clenched his teeth and watched them have their way with her, unable to do anything as she screamed.
His red eyes stared on and once they were done, he watched them drag her out slowly. It was only when one of them stared back at him, his eye widened as the goblin grew and evil smirk and left. Rage shook in his body as tears streamed down his cheeks. 'You… You bastard.' The boy with light grey had been given, by a single goblin of all things after what they did to his sister and village. His vision was swarmed with red as he came out from the spot his older sister put him in and looked for an object. He saw a broken piece of the door which could be used as a stake and he started to run out.
Looking he didn't notice he was still crying; he ignored the fear in the back of his head as he looked and saw a single goblin standing guard. The smell of wood burning around him along with the corpses meant nothing as he ran and suddenly stabbed the sharp end of the stake, he had into the goblins neck.
The little green monstrosity had screamed out before he jumped onto its back, stabbing its neck and collarbone multiple times before throwing it aside, it was covered in blood and flesh and he searched its body, pulling out a small dagger and grinning a bit as he gripped the handle and saw another look at him. "One." He said with a feral look and smile as his right eye had an intense fiery red glow.
He saw his next target, and they were terrified to see one of their brethren slaughtered in such a way. The boy let out a sudden yell and ran towards the scared goblin who yelled and held its hand out. It didn't stand a chance against the boys blood lusted rage.
-Few hours later-
Squish! Shick! Thump!
The boy let out soft laughs as he stabbed the goblin in the chest, he made sure it was alive to feel each sharp movement he made as he panted. "Ten… There's more though." He said to no one. Slitting the Goblin's throat letting it bleed out alone and stand up. He panted and started to walk towards a corpse, he looked down at his naked older sister. She was already dead, her neck stabbed by a goblin before he could get to her. He gave a cough and wiped his mouth and noticed the blood left on his sleeve. 'I-Im bleeding.' He thought before he quivered and got onto his knees, his wounds catching onto him before he looked down at her sister. Slowly he crawled over and shook as he curled up at her side, panting and moving her arm around him. He started crying again, the cold feeling of his sisters once warm hand haunted him. He was only glad he somewhat avenged her, then he got a thought.
He looked at his sister once more and thought of her last words to him. "… Liar…"
'They took everything from me.' He thought, he did not even know if his friend was gone. But that thought was gone as he gripped his sisters' hand. 'I'll make them pay... ill kill them all, all of them!' He thought before he passed out, leaning against his deceased sister with nothing but thoughts of revenge.
-one week later-
It had been over a week since he lost his family, having lost his only family he buried her and left the village. Following trails and eating what food was left in the raided houses. He only had a dagger which was good for his small size and perked his head up over some bushes before walking towards the cave. His clothes were coated in dried blood, his hair matted as well. His pale face had traces of blood and a few fresh scars as he gripped the knife. 'Two at the front… and one going inside…' He thought as his eyes were covered by his hair. He was going to make his move until he heard movement behind him. His eyes widened and he quickly turned and got into position to see who was there. But to his surprise it was not a goblin. Though it looked close to one.
"Killing ten goblins and you think you can take on a small horde. I should let you go and kill yourself." He said with a raspy voice. The old Rhea burglar stared at the somewhat feral boy, he had spirit, but he was foolish in thought. "You're still bleeding from the neck down and you want to kill more goblins?"
"If… If it means they will be gone for good. Yes." He said, pausing only due to flinching at his injury. Burglar saw and snickered.
"Tenacity and wits will only get you so far. You look like your about to pass out boy." He said almost mockingly as the boy gritted his teeth.
"Do whatever you want, but don't waste my time with talk. I have goblins to kill." He said turning around to face the green monsters before he was struck in the back of the head. He flinched forward before he fell. He couldn't move and was passing in and out of consciousness.
"Foolish boy, if you cannot even register your own demise. It must be beaten into you." He heard the voice get closer and a hand roughly gripped his leg. He was then being dragged away, the soft grass turning to rough dirt as his skin scrapped against it.
The boy clenched his fists into the dirt and tried to claw his way back to the goblins but passed out. The pain, injuries and thoughts getting to him as he was stolen by the burglar.
(Also i did receive some help from GreyH, i did draw some stuff for his awesome Howl Of Vengeance story as well so check it out!)
