Chapter 2: Alone

The wizard was emanating enormous power, then a blinding glow come from his hands. The bodies of his two deceased friends started to shake…and all their blood disappeared, all wounds were healed, and they were fully revitalized—and brought back from the dead. I never expected to ever see Necromancy in my entire life, and there it happened before my very eyes. Not only were his friends alive again, but they were much more powerful as well. The warrior's Abyssal Whip was fixed and he lashed it at dad, right on his chest. He was bleeding, but definitely not about to give up. Then the ranger shot a magical arrow from his Crystal Bow, and this time, it was too fast for Dad to block it. It went through his neck, cutting his windpipe. Dad was gasping for air, but blood kept getting into his lungs from the hole in his windpipe. Then the wizard picked him up when he was about to die.

"Don't you die yet! We are going to make you watch your wife and son be slaughtered—slowly and painfully!" yelled the wizard.

"Please…" gasped Dad, "I beg of you…don't…hurt them…"

The wizard punched Dad, and yelled,

"You aren't dying until your family does!"

Dad spit in his face, and then the wizard threw him at the wall, took his Dragon Dagger (p++) and chopped off his finger. Dad was wrenched with pain, screaming, hoping the guards would hear him and help.

"You! Go search for the mother and child! And you, go look for food, money, items, weapons, anything worth taking. I'll watch ol' stubby finger here." commanded the wizard.

Mom grabbed me and pulled me as far into the closet as she could, then she squeezed herself in the best she could. I was hidden under some jackets and such, but Mom couldn't hide. I saw them take our gp chest, our food, our potions, anything valuable. Then the ranger came up to the closet, and he opened it, with Mom right out in the open. She screamed, and the ranger soon grabbed her and covered her mouth. Mom struggled, clawed, bit, cried, anything to get free. But it was futile, the ranger was too strong. Dad had his head down, the wizard grabbed his helmet and tossed it out of the room, then grabbed his hair and yanked up, making him look up. The warrior was holding Mom, with the ranger holding the magical arrow as far as the Crystal Bow allowed. He looked at Dad, and smiled evilly.

"I hope you enjoy the show." laughed the wizard.

"No! Please!" Dad was interrupted to cough up blood, then proceeded to saying,

"I-I'll do anything! I'll give you my Saradomin Godsword! My Dragon Claws! My armour! Anything! Please-" Dad coughed up more blood, "Please…just let her be…kill me if you have to!"

The trio looked at each other then back at Dad, smiling.

"Would you look at that? Every time!" chuckled the warrior.

"Wha-? What every time?" asked Dad

"Oh, it's the same thing every time we rob somebody." said the ranger.

"Except on a few occasions where our victims do immediately give us the item we seek, their reward for their cooperation? Prolonged life. But most people, including you, resist, thinking they can defeat us. Now, I will admit, that was the closest we have ever been to being destroyed. But the thing in common with all of you who don't like to cooperate? You deny us what we want, we have you staring in the face of death, THEN you beg us to let you live. You even offer us more than we wanted, but, no cooperation has a price, 'Daddy'!" explained the wizard.

"Oh, Thomas! I love you!" Mom sobbed.

"I love you too, Jane…so much!" Dad sobbed.

"Goodbye, Thomas…"

"Goodbye, Jane…"

Mom hung her head, her body stiffened, and the ranger released his grip from the arrow, and the arrow sailed through the air. It went straight through Mom's head, killing her instantly. I'm glad she didn't have to suffer.

"Idiot!" shouted the wizard, "Does slow and painful mean anything to you? She died so fast she didn't feel anything! That's coming out of your paycheck!"

"Aww, come on, man!" whined the ranger.

"Shut the hell up and find the kid!"

"Stupid ass…" grumbled the ranger.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! I didn't say anything!"

"That's what I thought, now go!"

The warrior and the ranger looked everywhere, but never found me.

"I think he left." said the warrior.

"No shit, Sherlock! Come on; let's get out of here before the guards are called." growled the wizard.

They were starting to leave when I accidentally knocked Dad's old Rune Platebody off the shelf, making a lot of noise.

"What was that?" yelled the warrior.

"Shhh!" hissed the ranger and the wizard.

"I think it came from the closet. Maybe the kid is hiding under something in there." said the wizard.

The ranger lifted up the piles of clothes I was under, and yelled,

"Gotcha!"

I kicked his leg, and then crawled around him.

"OOOWWWWW! Get that little brat!"

The trio soon cornered me; the ranger had a magic arrow ready to fire.

"This time…it's going in your neck!"

Then I saw Dad lift his hands up and then I was lifted into the air. I know now that he used Tele-Other on me, but back then I was confused…and alone. I was 8, no parents, no food, no water, no friends, no toys, no house, nothing but the clothes on my back. But I was old enough to know one thing: I would personally kill the trio that ruined my life.