Chapter9- (the red diary) risk
There is a war breaking out. The sons of the triad have awakened a state of unrest and because of this, we have no choice but to react in the manner we are trained for. When I look around me, I think that our sentiments are the same- we never thought the day would come when we would have to strike. How can there be no middle ground between being protected and being thrust into danger? Without this war, we are prisoners of routine- to study, to train, to keep up this pretense of being helpless. At the very first signal of a threat, we are called upon to take arms. How can there be no middle ground?
It is madness outside. Glass breaking everywhere. The sons of the triad are awake once again. These are the men who will stop at nothing until they get what they want. Ruthless, heartless. I hesitate to call them "men", for they do not deserve to be called that.
Master feung is dead. His body was found this morning in his shop, with everything in it a shambles. Like they were looking for something. This was all in the papers. I could not hide my shock and so, bewildering poor Anthony, burst into tears almost automatically.
"what's the matter?" he asked. He glanced at the paper he could not read, could not understand. And then, I felt something I haven't felt in a long time. Fear.
They were looking for something, I know it. The papers said foul play was involved. I knew better. I knew what they were after. By writing it here I risk everything- my life, the lives of my sisters, and everything I know to be true. Yet try as I might to stop writing, I can't. dangerous as it is, I know this is the right thing to do. I cannot own anything, but let me own my thoughts at least. My hands are shaking with this simple act of defiance, this reclaiming of my thoughts. Before I change my mind, this is what I want to say.
I know who killed feung. The sons of the triad killed him, yet everybody here pretends not to know. The most important thing is always the one thing everyone is afraid to say. The sons of the triad killed him looking for one thing and one thing only. I know they did not find it there. And I know master feung did not tell them where it is. The sons of the triad will never find it now.
Because it is with me.
There is a war breaking out. The sons of the triad have awakened a state of unrest and because of this, we have no choice but to react in the manner we are trained for. When I look around me, I think that our sentiments are the same- we never thought the day would come when we would have to strike. How can there be no middle ground between being protected and being thrust into danger? Without this war, we are prisoners of routine- to study, to train, to keep up this pretense of being helpless. At the very first signal of a threat, we are called upon to take arms. How can there be no middle ground?
It is madness outside. Glass breaking everywhere. The sons of the triad are awake once again. These are the men who will stop at nothing until they get what they want. Ruthless, heartless. I hesitate to call them "men", for they do not deserve to be called that.
Master feung is dead. His body was found this morning in his shop, with everything in it a shambles. Like they were looking for something. This was all in the papers. I could not hide my shock and so, bewildering poor Anthony, burst into tears almost automatically.
"what's the matter?" he asked. He glanced at the paper he could not read, could not understand. And then, I felt something I haven't felt in a long time. Fear.
They were looking for something, I know it. The papers said foul play was involved. I knew better. I knew what they were after. By writing it here I risk everything- my life, the lives of my sisters, and everything I know to be true. Yet try as I might to stop writing, I can't. dangerous as it is, I know this is the right thing to do. I cannot own anything, but let me own my thoughts at least. My hands are shaking with this simple act of defiance, this reclaiming of my thoughts. Before I change my mind, this is what I want to say.
I know who killed feung. The sons of the triad killed him, yet everybody here pretends not to know. The most important thing is always the one thing everyone is afraid to say. The sons of the triad killed him looking for one thing and one thing only. I know they did not find it there. And I know master feung did not tell them where it is. The sons of the triad will never find it now.
Because it is with me.