In the darkest background, nothing is visible to human eyes...
A small light flickers—the light of a carbide lamp with less chance of blasting inside the coal mines. We can see a boy reading books he created by combining and joining newspaper cutouts, which are used as food wrappers for the workers. The darkest background becomes visible with more light; it is a coal mine. But the light does the opposite work here; it doesn't bring happiness. The boy seems scared, so he hides his book inside his clothes. Tears start coming because the group of men who brought light with them were the Foot, the Righty, and the Whitey. They liked beating the kids who were coal pickers.
"Hehehe, that was some work, Whitey," says the Foot.
"Yeah… if he wasn't there, we could have died. Hohohoho," says the Righty.
"Well, look who is here," says Whitey.
"Hey, coal picky, come here," says the Foot.
They wanted to see who was there, and the boy didn't want to be seen.
"Hey, boy, you better walk fast if you want those legs to work later," says Whitey.
The boy walks slowly, slowly near them, and his face, safe in the darkness, gets revealed in a merciless light. His face was filled with scars and bruises, a testament to the pain this boy had endured. Even after seeing the pain this boy went through, the asses of the ugly trio spoke.
The Whitey said, "Hehehehehe. Look, it's starvy."
The Foot said, "Hehehe, is he still hungry? Let's check."
He takes out the garbage wrapped in the cutout newspaper and throws it in the other direction. Without even thinking, the boy runs towards the direction with hungry eyes. However, when he opens the newspaper, he looks at the cutout, not the food, and the uglies think he is gulping up the food.
And that was not enough. They went near the kid just to teach him a lesson about how hungry people should behave.
"Well, guys, I think his stomach will not just fill with some leftovers. Let's give him some stomach aches that will make him feel full for a while. Hohohoho," says the disgusting Righty.
"Come here, starvy, we have time, and you better not think of running. It seems your bruises are getting old; I will give you some new ones to cry about," says Whitey.
The boy was not scared; he didn't even know how to speak, or he was too scared to speak, fearing he would reveal something he shouldn't?
But he remembered the expressions; they were the same when these three were beating him mercilessly. He remembered the faces matched, and he caught a glimpse of his past, a hell she somehow survived. But this was not good, yet not that bad…
He didn't know what to do, but God bless him, the noise of the arriving mules distracted the three disgusting individuals. And there, present, was Sergeant Black Coal Hygiene, 5'5 ft in height with one glass eye he traded in S.U.I.T.E (SOUTH UNION INTERNAL TRADING for EMPLOYEES). He always used to wear his military uniform (sleeves off) for reasons unknown, maybe because he was a Sergeant in the military of Southampton suburbs before entering the coal mines region of works and industry. He was famous for his support for the laborers, that's how he lost his eye in the first place, and he had unions under him that worked to stop exact scenarios like what was happening with the boy. If TDS (the three disgusting shits) were caught abusing someone during the sensitive political times (there were coal mine bombings and ravage massacres, and investigations were still ongoing), they would not just be fired but also be subjected to mobster public execution.
While entering, he shouted, "Where is that slim shit of a coal picker?"
The area was full of coal-filled containers; it was the starting of the cave, specifically made in a very large area for easy containment of coal. Foliaris and TDS were in the east corner to the right of the storage, which was under the coal mine's mouth. Serge entered from the north gate with his mules, which were asked for mining purposes, but...
Hearing the powerful voice was enough to make anybody know who was coming. As he entered, the TDS knew who entered with the mules. They quickly grabbed anything near them: brooms, sticks, made mops by tearing their shirts. The fear traveled faster than B.C (Black Coal) Hygiene. As their setup was ready, they checked each other, nodded, and screamed back with the question.
"Sergeant Black Coal, is that you?"
Serge was furious; he shouted back, "Who dares to reply to my question with another question??? You better be in your tank position if you don't want to die today. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, MOTHER*******S?"
"We are in our tank position, Serge. Sorry for any offense, Serge," they screamed back in their tank position.
Even though Serge was not the tallest, he was the best fighter in Fengtor, Hwagtor, and Baguagtor, all three levels of fight styles Gtor (pronounced "tuh r '' of tor, g is silent just like Grothiá the punch should be).
As Serge arrived and saw them in the tank position and the coal picker slim in the opposite direction, all scared, he asked, "What were the three ugliest fats like you doing here with my coal picky? Answer once and answer right, or else you will die right here."
The three started sweating, scared to even lie. Then the leader Whitey said in his tank position, "Serge, as you can see... (pause)... we were cleaning floors... (scared)... and we saw your boy, and... we... (pause)... were just confronting him, and you arrived at the right time."
Serge called Slim (Foliaris Capote, starvy, all are the same) over to his direction.
And asked again, "Are you lying to me, Whitey?"
Whitey, in full confidence, answered, "No, Serge."
Serge said, "I don't like repeating myself. Are you sure?"
Whitey, boosted by confidence and making a smug face, started thinking about how he would punish that starvy for causing so much trouble. He didn't even consider Serge a threat to be scared of and replied, "No, Serge. As you can see, everything here is proof—broom, mop, and our sweat. We were just cleaning."
Serge grabbed fat Whitey's waist from the front in the tank position and lifted him (head first) to give him a flying suplex while screaming, "DID YOUR FATHER INVENT WAYS TO CLEAN COAL MINES WITH A MOP AND BROOM, YOU STUPID FAT FUCK...!!!"
He tossed him two meters away, and Whitey landed on his head.
All three were 5'10 ft+ in height and weighed more than 100 kg
, yet Serge was still able to toss Whitey with his raw strength, an unimaginable feat even for Whitey.
Seeing what happened, the Foot ran to check on Whitey and cried, "Hey, Whitey, wake up! What happened...!! Hey, breathe, breathe..."
In the background, Righty couldn't believe what happened and started looking blankly at Serge.
To which Serge said, "Come on, fatty, I can't sleep tonight after seeing you in so much anger. One of us has to do something to one of us, or else there will be more bad blood between us. Bring it on."
Hearing this, the Foot also started to come closer to Serge, and Serge felt the tension he hadn't felt in a while.
And so, the fight between the remaining brothers and Serge began.