The pool of blood traveled similar to a river bearing salmon upstream, twisting its way to the quivering, shock-filled boy. He couldn't take his eyes off the horror that had just taken place in front of his very own eyes. He knew there wasn't any life in the deceased woman, yet the boy scanned the body looking for any signs of life and hope for himself. Kenway's whole life was ripped away from him in fewer than five minutes. "That's all it takes…a few seconds and everything can be ripped from you". He knew the wolves had corrupted his mind beyond repair, they forced him to do bad things to people that he wouldn't forget. After what happened right In front of him, he knew that it would take a war to bring him back to reality. Killing his father was the only thing that flooded through his vacant mind. Kenway could rage a war against his father that he knew he could win, or so he thought. Thinking about a war helped Kenway cope with his loss, though he also pondering the thought of hundreds of thousands of people fighting and dying. The haunting thought about if they lost, the wolves would kill everyone in the town without mercy. Kenway would also have to get permission from Daybreak town to supply him with troops, not an easy ordeal. There was something he felt inside trying to tell him to stop thinking like this, even as the sweet sensation of revenge corrupted Kenway's mind, his thoughts wandered off thinking about all of his options and all his responsibility. He couldn't feel the pain on his body anymore but he could still feel something inside of him eating all the emotions out. He didn't know what to feel, thus so many emotions corrupted his body. He didn't know if he was mad, sad, guilty, or responsible; the thought of being responsible didn't sit well with Kenway, the concept hit him the hardest. Not realizing the sincerity until he felt something wet and cold traveling down his face. Not like a normal cry when you lose a family pet, more like a cry that tells you what happened without letting you know the full detail of what happened.
This must be a dream, please tell me that this is a dream.
This isn't a dream Kenway. You need to take revenge. Kill that sick bastard for what he did to your mother.
Is this my fault? Did I kill her?
Kenway don't beat yourself up. There was nothing you could have done. The one lesson you should learn from this is to not take revenge. Forgive your enemy's for what they have done
Fuck that! Kill him the second you get the chance! He killed your fucking mom! Don't you care and don't you want revenge?
No, Kenway don't do it. You need to find a way out of here and find your sister.
Roxanna. What would she think? I can't tell her that her mother was beaten to death by our father.
The camps party began to turn in for the night as the fire started to withdraw its flames. There was still the reminiscence of a few ashes and a log that only had only the tip of the timber charred. The pit of fire was about twenty yards away, located in the middle of the camp. Tents surrounded Kenway on all sides, surrounding him as if he was being caged in like an feral animal. Not a single soul was prowling around in the night until suddenly Kenway barely noticed a man stumbling all over the place. He had a glass bottle in his left hand and kept tripping over his feet yet somehow not falling down. The man stopped for a second and spewed his afternoon food on the floor near the fire pit, leaving an acid like taste in his mouth.
"Hey… come over here."
Kenway stumbled for a bit saying those words, he hadn't talked since his father beat his mother to death two days ago. Kenway didn't notice the days that had gone by, he slept most of the time, trying to let his body heal. The blood on face dried and blew away with the flow of the wind, all that was left were the larger wounds that were nearly healed. His blood-soaked jeans turned crusty, dry blood cracked and fell off with every inch he moved. His hair stuck together and loose bangs reached the tip of his nose while the back of his hair almost touched his shoulders. The open wounds on his back closed relatively fast after whispering the spell "Heilen."
"What the fuck do you want pussy." Uttered the thirty year old wasted man.
The man stumbled a bit walking over to Kenway, almost dropping the bottle. Kenway didn't stop eyeballing the bottle until the man was up in his face. Kenway knew what he had to do in order to free himself from the retched grasp of his father's hands. He wasn't able to summon his keyblade for his hand were too tied together and his wrists were bleeding from rope burn. The man kneeled in front of Kenway and lightly slapped him on the cheek. The beer that was in the bottle was almost gone; the top of the liquid touched the bottom of the label that was on it, which was about an inch.
"Can I have a drink?"
"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking booze?"
"I'm nineteen; I drink it all the time, but first you need to untie me so I can drink it."
"Sure whatever you want little man."
The wasted man unknowingly killed himself the moment he untied Kenway's bonds and gave him the small amount of alcohol left. Kenway drank the remaining fluids with one vicious gulp and could feel the cold liquid flow down his rough sore throat; it burned, yet at the same time soothing the pain only for a brief moment. After drinking the remnants, he held the bottle up in a vertical position so the bottle-neck was facing the floor. Kenway looked at the man and smiled before talking.
"Thanks for the drink, now can you turn around please."
The man turned his back to Kenway with a drunken smile then found himself on the floor with shards of glass in his head. Kenway slammed the glass bottle on the right side of his head and once the man hit the floor Kenway stabbed the man over and over. Once again Kenway was soaked with the blood that was gushing from the man's torn open throat. Not feeling any remorse Kenway felt the man's body looking for any kind of weapon he could use but couldn't find anything to aid him in combat.
Perfect you found a way to escape. Now you have to find a way out of this horrible camp.
Kenway's eyes searched restlessly for some way to escape, the cold breeze of the midnight sky chilled him as he searched for his stolen clothes. The only things that covered his body were his pants and warm foreign blood that dripped from his body. A small sharp pain coursed through Kenway's left foot and felt like it was digging deeper with every painful step he took. Looking down he realized that he didn't have shoes, and had stepped on a piece of glass that had been discarded from the impact of striking the drunken mans skull. He pulled out the piece of glass and ripped the man's shirt to tie it around his bleeding foot. A strong discussing odor drifted to the sea like air and flew up Kenway's nostrils which made his stomach feel queasy. Looking around, he found the source of the odor and it was his mother. Maggots and flies were beginning to swarm her and eat at her exposed flesh. "She doesn't deserve this. She never deserved this" Kenway muttered to himself before bending down next to his deceased mother, which almost made him start to cry again. Shedding a single tear he reached over to his mother's neck and untied her necklace. Taking off the gold chain band, he wrapped it around his own neck and let it dangle next to his other necklace that was a little smaller than the one he removed from his mother. His new addition had a rosy/pink crystal-like birthstone attached to the end. The birthstone represented the month his mother was born in, and Kenway had the same month. After clipping it around his neck, he took all the force off of his knee and viewed with awe around the vast motionless campsite. Looking around, his eyes met the fire pit and the log that was burning in the center. Kenway quickly jogged to the pit, pulling out a board that was currently on fire. The camp was well lit, fifty pyres were blazing around him in all directions, and each pit had a ring of twenty or so tents neatly in place.
Shit…shit…shit where is the exit? I'm stuck here, I'm going to die.
No you're not Kenway. Fight; kill them all if you have too.
Kenway don't do that, it's not smart. You'll find a way out. Kenway to your right, Elxa is to your right.
"Kenway come on, I know a way out of here." Quietly shouted Elxa.
"Why should I trust you? You tricked me. You brought me here to witness my mother being beaten to death. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I didn't know that he was going to do that. Kenway I'm so sorry, I know that you will never forgive me but I can get you out of here. Trust me please. Just this once and then I'll be out of your life forever."
Kenway don't follow this bitch she tricked you and look at where you are now. You witnessed your mother get beaten to death by your father. Don't trust her.
Kenway it's your only chance to escape. Give her one more chance.
"Fine…fine…I'll follow you but you better not lead me to any more traps or so help me I will not hesitate to end your life."
"Thank you Kenway for giving me one more chance to redeem myself, I won't disappoint you. Come on the exit is just this way."
Elxa threw Kenway his jacket and shoes, the two then ran through the tents, almost tripping on every other one. Kenway's foot told him to stop running, though the adrenalin pumped through his veins ceasing the pain and urging him on. Everyone there was either drunk, having sex or just asleep, no attention was paid towards the fleeing teens. Running for near an eternity, they could both see the exit directly in front of them, about twenty yards away. Kenway threw the burning log onto a nearby tent which caught on fire relatively fast. The two didn't stop sprinting and ran right through the exit, plunging into the deep dark woods. Kenway, followed by Elxa ran about five minutes longer before they stopped to take a breather, looking back for any pursuers. The two walked through the woods without talking to each other, which cast a spell of awkwardness so strong neither could bring themselves to speak. Elxa wanted to apologize to Kenway so badly, but didn't know how he would react and or what he would do to her. Even knowing him for years and years, in this very moment she felt like he was a complete stranger to her. Elxa spoke first with a slight tremble in her voice that alerted Kenway, he didn't turn his head in her direction, he just stood there with his back facing her irritably.
"I'm sorry Kenway. I'm sorry for all that I have done and I'm so sorry for causing you more and more pain. I'll leave right now so I won't have to make you suffer anymore."
As she walked away Kenway, grabbed her delicate hand which froze Elxa's body in place.
"Elxa…I…I need you. Please stay, I forgive you for everything that you've done. You're…you're the closest thing to family right now that I have."
The love and affection that came out of Kenway's mouth overwhelmed Elxa and made her tear up before hugging him. She wrapped her arms around his body and squeezed him tight and firm. She rested her head on his chest as Kenway kissed her dirty blond hair. Elxa pulled away from his body and stared into Kenway's big soft brown eyes with longing. Kenway offered her his jacket and Elxa took the offer reluctantly after the two bickered about who needed it more. Kenway was shirtless, although he had Elxa's warm body to keep him warm. They leaned in nervously and hesitated for a second before Kenway felt her cold lips on his. Kenway had only kissed a girl once; he didn't know what to do so he pulled away so that the kiss was just a peck. Then he built up the nerve to kiss her again and this time seconds felt like minuets and minuets felt like hours. The moon illuminated the two runaways, showing the whole woods the loving affection that they showed each other. The stars shined on Elxa's face while fire flies came out of the shadows and hovered all over the grassy forest igniting the area around them with soft light. They removed their lips and hugged each other, feeling like they were going to be torn apart if they let go of one another. Elxa felt the rough, long cuts that streaked down Kenway's back and couldn't help but feel bad about what happened, thus she shed a few tears and told him that she was sorry.
"You don't have to be sorry. I forgive you."
"Just feeling the cuts on your back and chest make me feel guilty for what I have done. And the mandala wolf tattoo on your chest has a cut going right through the middle. It cut the wolf side from the mandala side."
"I didn't notice that. Well some stuff you can't fix no matter how hard you try I guess. Come, let's go home I'm feeling a little hungry, almost like I haven't had anything to eat for three days." Kenway nudged Elxa and kept his arm around her.
"Fine let's go home. Together." Said Elxa.
"Kenway…Kenway over here."