Chapter 1: Dark Memories
The young woman, unable to get to sleep, stood watching the world through her window. At twenty-six, the woman had developed a sorrowful quality that she had not had when she was eight. She dressed simply, in a red top and brown skirt, her arms folded as she looked out of the window with blind eyes, her pretty face contorted into a frown. Raising her hand, Xiuying Hong, a master of Baij Quan Style, looked at the white bead in her hand, her only link with her estranged brother, Ziming Hong.
Closing her eyes Xuiying could remember...Ziming giving her the white part of the bead telling her to cherish it, then the death of their parents, murdered at some unknown opponent, then Ziming left to avenge their parents leaving Xiuying all alone. Her mind went back.
Eight year old Xiuying knelt on the rocks, her expression filled with worry and sadness. Ziming sat on the edge, his legs dangling over the side, his expression filled with hate and anger. Their parents had died around five weeks ago, and they had just been told that their parents had been murdered. Xiuying remembered, the news had been to much for her and she had run off crying, while the man dressed in a black suit, talked to Ziming. Ziming had never told Xiuying what the mysterious man in the black suit had said to him, but Ziming wasn't the same after that. He was snappy, and always seemed to be thinking about something. Then four days later Ziming asked Xiuying to go with him to the dry rocks, and that was when the nightmare began.
For a while they just stared into the distance, watching the sunset. The Ziming began to talk.
"Murdered...I will not forgive them!" Ziming said.
"No! Brother, please don't go!" Xiuying cried.
"I'm going to find those who killed mum and dad!" Ziming said.
"Find them?" Xuiying replied, puzzled.
"The Chi You Men know," Ziming said.
"You're going to join them?!" Xiuying said, urgently.
"I'll take my revenge even if I have to sell my soul!" Ziming yelled, standing up
"No, no! What'll happen to me if I lose you too!" Xuiying said, tugging on Ziming's white clothes. Ziming bent down.
"I'll be back, I promise." Ziming said.
"No! Please don't go!" Xiuying cried as Ziming jumped off the rock. "Ziming!" she called. Ziming looked up.
"Take care of yourself." he said as he walked into the distance. Xuiying stared after him, and for the first time in her life that look of deep sorrow came into her eyes.
Xiuying opened her eyes. For a second it had felt like she really was eight again, watching her brother walk off in to the sunset, down the evil path, which he still walked. Though she had never seen him again, spending her time training in the martial-arts, she had heard about the acts Ziming had performed in his relentless quest to find those who killed their parents. Xuiying raised her hand slightly. She knew what she would have to do eventually, and was that, more than anything else that caused her pain.
To stop him... Xiuying thought, staring at the white comma shaped bead.
Guilin, China.
The enormous room was deadly silent. Dark, except for a where a beam of light came to meet the symbol on the floor and gloomy, the silence only made the room more threatening. The exact effect it's occupants wanted for the Head Quarters of the Chi You Men, the Chinese Mafia.
In the center of the room a young man, around twenty-nine years old looked at the black comma shaped bead he was holding. It was the same shape and size of the one Xiuying had, except that it was black. The man holding it was dressed all in white; white top, white trousers, and a white sort of skirt. His brown hair hung to below his shoulders, near to his waist. The man's youthful looking face would have been attractive, if it wasn't for the burning hate and anger in his eyes, showing the person inside of him.
A young woman around twenty-eight years old came up silently behind him. She was dressed in a ridiculously low-cut red dress, and wore a matching hat of the same colour. She was very pretty, but her eyes held an icy cruelty, which her looks could not dispel. Walking up to the man she smiled flirtatiously, and quickly ran her finger up the man's chest, before stepping back and folding her arms.
"What is that?" the woman asked. The man, Ziming didn't even bother to look around at the woman.
"You don't need to know." Ziming replied coldly, walking off as he spoke. Behind him the woman gave a cold, cruel smirk.
Make yourself strong, Xiuying! Ziming thought as he walked. Stronger than me. Our time will come soon.
Wan Chai
Xiuying replaced the bead in her skirt pocket where she kept it. Folding her arms, she stared out into the stormy night...
I hope you liked this chapter. I know that the R rating doesn't seem right yet, but the later chapters will get more gory.