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Chapter 5: Times Past Paying A Visit
"Hey! Catch!" I turned around and saw a ball flying at me. I put up my little hands and caught it, falling back on my behind when I did. I heard Ed and James laughing as they ran up to me.
"Are you alright?" I smiled and stood up.
"I'm fine! That was a good throw!" I glared and cocked my arm back. "Now it's my turn!" They both screamed and ran away laughing. There was a loud bang as I threw the ball, hitting Ed in the back of the head and making him fall on his face hard. I got a little worried and ran to him, but James got there first. I saw his face turn pale as tears welled up in his eyes.
"James, what happened?" I called, but he didn't answer. When I finally got there Ed wasn't breathing. I saw a small hole in the side of his head, pouring blood. I didn't know what to do. There was another bang and James yelped, falling back hard. I dropped to the ground. James was crying loudly for a moment, then he was silent. I looked up and saw that my entire home town was on fire. People were running around trying to put out the fire, and men on horses were chasing them with long sticks that boomed now and then. I grabbed a stick from the ground and ran to my home as fast as I could. I ran through the streets, passing dead bodies and burning houses. I stopped at my house, starring in horror. It was burnt to the ground already. I peered in the window and saw my mother lying on the floor. I jerked away from the window, trying to forget what I saw.
"She's still alive, I know it," but I was only fooling myself. I heard the clash of metal near by and rushed to see what it was. My father and some strange man were fighting in the middle of the square. I watched from a distance. My father was a great swordsman, and he taught me everything I knew at my young age. But it seemed like he wouldn't win this fight. The other man seemed calm and steady, like he knew what my father would do each time he moved. My father swung, and the man blocked. Father sliced, the man dodged. Father stabbed, the man countered. He cut father's hand off, and he was screaming in pain, but he held his sword high in his other hand and fought more. But the man didn't want to fight anymore. He simply swung once more and my father fell. I gripped the stick tighter, but I knew it would do nothing against this man. I needed a real sword.
When the man turned around to leave I rushed out to the middle of the square and checked my father. He was dead. I closed my eyes and took the necklace from around his neck carefully, picking up his sword as well. It was heavy but I didn't care. I held it infront of me and yelled at the man.
"You killed my father!!! You killed my mother!!! You destroyed my home, my family, my friends, everything that matters to me!!! Now I'll destroy you!!!" I rushed at him as he turned, slicing at me. But he cut too high, clearly missing me. I had an open shot. I sliced as hard as I could, putting all my anger into it. I closed my eyes and felt the sword hit his leg, slicing through the skin, flesh and bone. It fell to the ground and he stared in awe. I jumped back, watching him, expecting him to fall. He just laughed, stand on one leg.
"You're good kid."
"Shut up!!!"
"That was a lucky shot, I didn't expect you to be so short."
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" I rushed at him again, but he stabbed me in the front of my shoulder. I yelled, grabbing the blade and trying to pull it out. He was going to kill me but I didn't care. I'd rather die than start over with nothing. He yanked the blade out and watched me fall to my knees. He laughed aloud.
"I'll wait for the day when you become a real swordsman. Until that day you should train. I'll see you again." I collapsed on the ground, passed out from pain. My vision started to blur as he faded into the fiery darkness.
I sat up on the couch, beads of sweat all over my face. My shoulder hurt. I remembered that night all too well. I balled up my fist tight, wishing that man was here so I could kill him right here and now.
"Vincent... One day, I will have my revenge... I swear it..." I laid back down, closing my eyes. It was still dark, and I needed rest. I slept once again and dreamed of the day when I would kill the man who killed me so long ago.
Chapter 5: Times Past Paying A Visit
"Hey! Catch!" I turned around and saw a ball flying at me. I put up my little hands and caught it, falling back on my behind when I did. I heard Ed and James laughing as they ran up to me.
"Are you alright?" I smiled and stood up.
"I'm fine! That was a good throw!" I glared and cocked my arm back. "Now it's my turn!" They both screamed and ran away laughing. There was a loud bang as I threw the ball, hitting Ed in the back of the head and making him fall on his face hard. I got a little worried and ran to him, but James got there first. I saw his face turn pale as tears welled up in his eyes.
"James, what happened?" I called, but he didn't answer. When I finally got there Ed wasn't breathing. I saw a small hole in the side of his head, pouring blood. I didn't know what to do. There was another bang and James yelped, falling back hard. I dropped to the ground. James was crying loudly for a moment, then he was silent. I looked up and saw that my entire home town was on fire. People were running around trying to put out the fire, and men on horses were chasing them with long sticks that boomed now and then. I grabbed a stick from the ground and ran to my home as fast as I could. I ran through the streets, passing dead bodies and burning houses. I stopped at my house, starring in horror. It was burnt to the ground already. I peered in the window and saw my mother lying on the floor. I jerked away from the window, trying to forget what I saw.
"She's still alive, I know it," but I was only fooling myself. I heard the clash of metal near by and rushed to see what it was. My father and some strange man were fighting in the middle of the square. I watched from a distance. My father was a great swordsman, and he taught me everything I knew at my young age. But it seemed like he wouldn't win this fight. The other man seemed calm and steady, like he knew what my father would do each time he moved. My father swung, and the man blocked. Father sliced, the man dodged. Father stabbed, the man countered. He cut father's hand off, and he was screaming in pain, but he held his sword high in his other hand and fought more. But the man didn't want to fight anymore. He simply swung once more and my father fell. I gripped the stick tighter, but I knew it would do nothing against this man. I needed a real sword.
When the man turned around to leave I rushed out to the middle of the square and checked my father. He was dead. I closed my eyes and took the necklace from around his neck carefully, picking up his sword as well. It was heavy but I didn't care. I held it infront of me and yelled at the man.
"You killed my father!!! You killed my mother!!! You destroyed my home, my family, my friends, everything that matters to me!!! Now I'll destroy you!!!" I rushed at him as he turned, slicing at me. But he cut too high, clearly missing me. I had an open shot. I sliced as hard as I could, putting all my anger into it. I closed my eyes and felt the sword hit his leg, slicing through the skin, flesh and bone. It fell to the ground and he stared in awe. I jumped back, watching him, expecting him to fall. He just laughed, stand on one leg.
"You're good kid."
"Shut up!!!"
"That was a lucky shot, I didn't expect you to be so short."
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" I rushed at him again, but he stabbed me in the front of my shoulder. I yelled, grabbing the blade and trying to pull it out. He was going to kill me but I didn't care. I'd rather die than start over with nothing. He yanked the blade out and watched me fall to my knees. He laughed aloud.
"I'll wait for the day when you become a real swordsman. Until that day you should train. I'll see you again." I collapsed on the ground, passed out from pain. My vision started to blur as he faded into the fiery darkness.
I sat up on the couch, beads of sweat all over my face. My shoulder hurt. I remembered that night all too well. I balled up my fist tight, wishing that man was here so I could kill him right here and now.
"Vincent... One day, I will have my revenge... I swear it..." I laid back down, closing my eyes. It was still dark, and I needed rest. I slept once again and dreamed of the day when I would kill the man who killed me so long ago.