Chapter 3: To The Death
"Whoosh", an empowering wind engulfed the cave, the old man nowhere to be seen. As if he was never there in the first place.
"I'm sorry about this Mr. Lu, but I need the strength of the immortal to save my sister from that mean man from the city that keeps on trying to force her to leave with him.", her voice was filled to the brim with despair. "I need strength to protect her from mama and papa."
"W-w-wait a second, you can't seriously be considering this?", sweat covering his face.
Little Tao quickly dashes towards the middle age man surnamed Lu, swinging the short-sword from the top of her head forward. As she nears the handspan of the middle-aged man she had referred to in endearments mere moments ago, she was prepared to kill. Well, that's at least what she thought.
Even though the man surnamed Lu had worked on farms his who life, building up an impressive amount of muscle, he had never even considered working on his speed. His legs started quivering, not realizing the person in front of him was just a little girl.
The sword plunged inside him, making him aware this is no dream. The sword cut through him like a knife in butter, its sharpness counteracting the little girl's weak strength. He was really going to die today.
As little Tao saw the blood stain her sword, her face paled. No matter how determined she is, she is still a child. This was the first time she had ever seen blood, its heavy festering scent tormenting her petit nostrils.
She fell on her back, knocked out from the experience.
Tears and snot rain down the man surnamed Lu's face, pain coursed through his body like never before. His breathing ragged, as if any breath would be his last.
"AHHHH, NO, NOO", he screams like never before. All he felt in the moment was pain, fear, and anger. Anger like he had never felt before, anger that devoured his soul and mind.
The middle-aged man kicked Little Tao in the head, battering her minuscule skull. Blood started dripping down her disfigured head, never realizing she had lost her life. Her death brutal, but painless, something that very few people could experience in this day and age.
"Oh NO, what have I done!?", the middle-aged man surnamed Lu said petrified. He is trying his best to stop the bleeding, not his own, but the child's. He has never killed anyone before, he is a good man. At least he thought he was until that moment.
"You goddamn idiot, how could you do this to the poor child!", his hands around his head as he cradled himself. Seemingly forgetting about the sword in his chest, which he couldn't even sense because of his massive bloodlust. All he felt was cold, an ever-encroaching cold.