I was made by my parents before the world came down before we defiled God. I was only five when he gave up on us, all of us. Our sins were to high a price for him to bear we were casted away. He disappeared. My parents taught me all their was to know about survival from then on. Cities were destroyed, Countries were at war. And a while later it just became desolate and silent. No one would leave their house. I gathered all the people I could and they followed me. I wielded my sword, as soon as the lights went out the power went down and nothing worked, not even a gun. The president sits before me at the now destroyed house and eyes me carefully. I walk toward him and kneel beside him. Do you know where it is? I asked in a steady voice. He looks away from me shaking his head. I sigh and look toward one of my men. He tosses me my sword and I end it quickly and harshly. I sliced him up his blood seeping his family crying. I smile as I walk off tossing the sword back. Were going to South America, send ashchabal a letter, tell him Im coming in like a bomb. South America: Listen love, I dont care if your mothers giving birth to a cow. Bring her to me. Or I will find her myself. I sighed leaning back into the cherry red sofa chair. Times were getting hard. No one has the time to have a child. Let alone take care of it. Jabel, bring me my blade. He nodded and walked from the room. Ashchabal was still trying to figure out what to do. Think quick child. I said laughing. When Jabel came back I took my sword and stood. Which room ashchabal? He pointed toward a brown mahogany door. I smiled at his sniffles. To think a big drug boss would give in so easily. I walked into the room and looked at her. Christina Malingana. I walked over to her and grabbed her face as she squirmed. Do you know where it is? I was told youve been there and came back with something precious. She squirmed until I smacked her yelled for her to tell me. Her tears fell silently as she shook her head no. I smiled and looked at the baby boy the old women was holding. Isnt it sad how babies grow up in this world with out there mothers. I stabbed right down through her stomach. She looked at me and frowned silently crying. God, will get you for this. I laughed and spit in her face, smoothing her hair back before grabbing it in a big chunk and pulling it. God has already gotten us all. I walked from the room. Thinking: On to the next one. A moment: A white rabbit when I was traveling in Texas. She scared me with it. Shed put near my face and I wouldnt be able to see it. My eyes were bad back then. I petted it and I kissed it. so it licked my face and I cried my eyes out until she grabbed it and set it free. She picked me up and gave me a piggy back ride back to the base. That was one of the best days of my life. Mako, come here. I watched as my little cousin mako skipped toward me in a happy manner. She was always looking for ways to be like me. I picked her up and sat her on my lap. Mako, what would you like to do today? I asked her. She was jumping up and down and wriggling incessantly. I want to play with the swords. I put her back down on the ground and shook my head. She was to young to learn. Although only five years old I didnt want her raised like I was. Afraid and alone. How about we go ride the horses out back? sound like fun? She nodded with a twinge of sadness on her face. I picked her up and carried her to the farm out at the back of my manor in Bolivia. I still had an hour before I met with the Catchers. Here you go, lets ride dasher. I put her on the back of the horse and sighed. Was this life going to get harder or was it just going to pass me bye. Like the days of the week that we refused to realize existed. Mako, dont ever let those you love leave you behind no matter what the reason is okay? She looked at me with a large smile on her face and nodded. I looked down and sighed I dont want her to be like me. The days in Bolivia passed like a blur. over and over again i searched and found nothing. It was hard being let down time and time again. I just got so frustrated that whenever I practiced with my blade I showed no mercy I just went for the kill. I never once thought of how much they must love me to follow me as a leader. That was their mistake. I knew it was just going to get harder and harder for me to finally realize that what I was looking for may not exist, this power source. Until I heard, from a small little bird that a man had unimaginable powers and that he may well be the power source I was looking for. I held up the picture of a man in his late 20s and sighed. His name was Alex Kang and his last known residence was South Korea, Seoul. I now had a name and a face to go with it. Many of my followers asked if it would be over now that I found what I was looking for. I told them that it would never be over for this was just the beginning.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 00:27:44 +0000
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