Hello there! I haven't been the most faithful writer, have I? (sweatdrop) Ah well. Well, here's the latest chapter of Battala de Paz!
And before you ask, yes, Kent Fresco is an important character. If you got the clue in the last chapter, then you'd get why he's important.
Now, his history!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OCs
This is for you, Entente! (blows kiss) (laughs like a maniac) (flails)
Kent Fresco was a good teenager. He lived with his father and mother, in his quaint French home. Everyday he would wake up, greet the plants on his windowsill, make breakfast for his small family, and wake the others to eat. Then he would head to school, go to the library, go home, and continue a book he'd started.
Four years ago, it changed.
When he'd gone home from the library, he found the rug on the floor was tilted slightly to the side. When he entered the door, some of the vases and pictures were switched around, looking a little messed up. By then, Kent just knew that something was very wrong.
He was only twelve years old when he first set eyes on a mangled, dead body.
His father lay sprawled on the kitchen floor, and by the looks of it, he'd just come home and started some coffee. Instead of the relaxing afternoon, the older man was slit in dozens of places, his eyes were open and lifeless, and crusted blood matted his hair and clothes.
And the coffee had spilled on his blue suit. It was his favorite suit.
Kent didn't even think of screaming back then. He didn't think of crying either. He couldn't think at all. His mind had gone blank. He couldn't concentrate on the dead body in front of him. So instead, he ran up the stairs to find if his suspicions were right.
Yes. His mother was dead and mangled as well.
It could have been a robbery gone wrong. It could have been one of his father's enemy companies. Or maybe it was a crazy drunk man who killed them. Whoever it was, Kent wished that he died screaming for help in the bottomless pits of hell. He hoped that the killer would get none.
Kent cried.
He wailed and cried like a little lost child. In a way, he was. He had no idea what to do. He didn't know what to say. He shouted for his mother and his father to come back, but he knew they wouldn't. At some point, thoughts flowed into his head. Why don't my neighbors hear me? Why don't I call for help? But somehow, he just knew that he was alone.
Kent didn't understand. He was a good teenager. He had great grades. He had many good friends. He was cooperative, polite, obedient and caring. He'd never hurt anyone in his entire life. He also knew a few martial art skills, and he was a talented writer.
His father was a successful entrepreneur in his business. The old man was kind, a little hard-headed, but all men were. He was benevolent and open-minded. As was Kent's mother. She was the sweetest person anyone could meet. She was a shy but independent housewife. Occasionally, she would take a job just to donate money to the less fortunate. The three of them were the perfect family. Why couldn't it have stayed that way?
"Nothing is perfect, son."
Kent froze. He didn't dare to move. What if the man behind him was the killer of his parents? Did he come back to finish the job? He had no other living relatives, so did the man want to wipe away the Fresco family?
The man put a warm hand on his shoulder.
"I killed your father, boy. Other men killed your mother. I was ordered to do so." He said. Suddenly, Kent felt strange. A dense, horrible feeling weighed his body down. His eyes widened, his nose flared. His face turned red. Kent bit his lip, trying to put away the strange feeling, but he couldn't.
"That's called hate, young man. Anger. Colère. You want revenge against my boss. The men who killed your mother. Me." He said. Kent did feel like he wanted to kill them. He'd never felt such rage before. The feeling welled up in his entire body, even in the corners of his eyes.
So he did what was sensible. He threw his had, aiming for the pressure point in the man's arm. After that, Kent was planning to disable the other limbs of the man's body, and possibly kill him, if necessary.
All his plans went to dust, however, when the man flipped him over and knocked the air out of him.
"Your skills are still very raw, but as a twelve year old you're pretty good. You seem to have extensive knowledge of human anatomy, and your control of your attacks is amazing. But," he paused, before letting go of Kent's arm, allowing the boy to fall flat on his back. "You lack le contrôle de vos émotions. The control of your emotions"
Kent growled at the man, who laughed. He jumped at the older man, wildly attacking, before being punched in the gut.
"If I train you, you could get a chance of killing me. You could even get the chance of killing the men who got your mother, if you get the chance. But you may never, ever kill my boss." He said. "Unless you do. I'd probably be dead by then, but that would be a great feat." He said.
"You want to kill me? Then learn how to. I'm offering you a chance at revenge, as you have nothing else." The man added.
"Do you honestly think I'd want to go near a bastard like you?!" Kent shouted, jumping away from the man, and attacking. He was able to dodge a few counters before landing on the ground again.
"You have no choice, son. You have no living relatives. None of the neighbors witnessed the killing, and my men are in the nearest commissariat de police right now, telling the men there that you violently murdered your parents. They can be convincing when they want to be." The man said, smiling devilishly. Kent froze on the ground.
"So I… I really have no…" he stuttered, biting his lip. He looked close to tears.
"Don't show me that face, you weakling. If you want to kill me, then learn how. Remember that I'm offering you the chance of a lifetime." He said. "Which you may not get, as the police are here."
The man was right. There were the distant sirens of police cars. Kent looked like he was about to cry, before he took the man's extended hand and walked out of the house.
"We'll get your things later. Right now, we need to evacuate the area." He said. Kent just nodded.
He didn't realize that the next four years would be one of the worst.
Muahaha. I really should give 'the man' a name. It's getting annyoing to type 'the man' all the time (sighs)
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