I decided to make this story a Quikread©, where the chapters are short, to enable you to finish them real quick, and wait for the next one to come. This one's a flashback, by the way.

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Chapter 1. Childhood Days

(46 years ago)

The sound of a mechanical saw was distant in the snowy landscape. A father and his son strolled across the pavement, smiling. They were alone. Not a person in sight.

And then, out of the blue, another sound. The sound of a car. The father heard the sound, but he was too busy to worry. His infant son, just learnt to walk, gurgled and giggled. The pair was happy. Strange behaviour for people about to face a terrifying fate.

But the driver in the car was not happy at all. He was burning with rage. And the reason was the father. He pressed the accelerator of his car flat to the ground. The sound of the engine grew louder. He was going too fast. This was becoming suicidal, and he knew it. A voice in the back of his head said, stop! What do you think you're doing! Do you want to die? Stop the car! But he ignored it. He did want to die. As long as the man did too.

The engine droned on, and the father finally turned towards the car. He and his smiling son were halfway across the road. It was too late to move out of the way. He recognized the driver, and his intentions, and started to scream. The boy started to cry. The roar was deafening now.

A woman stepped out of a small, yet cosy house. She saw the events unfolding, and she too screamed. But nobody could do anything. She watched, in horror, as the car crushed her husband, the sound of crunching bone barely audible. The scream died away into a quiet sob. The father's body smashed into the windscreen. Now the driver, grinning insanely, could not be seen.

Pieces of glass flew everywhere. One of the pieces scratched the woman's leg, and she gasped in pain. But it was a minor cut, and she did not take her eyes off the road. Because her son, with his face blackened and dirtied, had somehow survived, and was trying to crawl over to her. His whole right arm, and his left leg from knees downward, were gone. His clothes were ripped to shreds. The glass had sliced it clean off. But he was alive, and the mother could not be any happier. She approached him, arms outstretched.

But just as quickly, she stopped. And she started screaming once more, a scream that made glass shatter. She looked upon her son with horror. She stepped back, wailing now, holding her face as if it were about to fall off her neck.

Her son's arm and leg was growing back. There had been no blood; just stumps where limbs should have been. But now, at an accelerating rate, his arm and leg was growing back. From the stump in his shoulder, tiny fingers grew, then grew bigger, and all the while a limb stretching out after it. The same with the foot; tiny toes grew out the end of his knee, followed by a leg. After a few seconds, he was whole again.

His mother fell down onto her bottom. And as she continued wailing and crying, another sound was added. It was an explosion that rocked the street, shattering glass, and cracking the concrete path. The car had hit a tree, and exploded. Flames engulfed the car and the tree. The crackling of fire filled the evening air.

But the mother heard none of this. Her eyes were transfixed on her son, slowly standing up on his new leg, then walking towards her. He was smiling once more.

Neither saw the man who dropped out of the remains of the car. He lay there for a few moments, then got to his feet, and limped away. The man smiled. Revenge was sweet.

(Present day)

Cormac snapped out of his flashback. He realized he had been sobbing quietly. Just thinking about his father, and his death, was enough to bring a tear to his eyes. He reached forward, and opened the tent flaps, where inside he could hear laughter and merriment. He smiled. He knew everyone would notice the tears he had shed, now dry on his cheeks. But only Mr. Tall, and a certain other knew what had really happened to him. And the other was his mother. Hw wished, once more, that he could see her again......

Yeah, so I know that in the real Darren Shan Saga it said he had found it out when he had cut his finger off, but I decided to go a bit extreme. Do you like it? R&R!