In a tattered house stood a young boy leaning to the side of the house to rest his body against the wooden wall of the house.
The house was not too big 8 ft on every side of the house the roof of the house was half covered and not properly with some little space which light rays could pass through and if it was raining the whole house will filled with water
From his condition he looked very weak and pale with blood dripping from his mouth, blood stains all over his clothes and body. The young man struggled to take off his shirt like he was using his last strength to take it off. After he took off his shirt he revealed a body that was filled with scars with old wounds that have not yet fully healed with new wounds on top of those old ones given his body a very miserable look
The young boy stood in place cleaning the blood stain from his mouth, attending to new wounds and bruises all over his body.
His clothes that he took off were worn out and tattered like that of a beggar. In the room the young boy was wearing just his pants showing how very lanky his body was.
The boy was all alone in the tattered house looking at the moon from the house through the half part of the roof of the house that was completely opened.
The Youth stood there gazing at the moon with a smile on his face which was weird like he was not feeling pain, but to be serious he was dying from it but being continuously beaten to this point was already part of him.
"When is all of this going to end, taking all this serious beating all day from my fellow brothers and hated By the whole family, just because am an illegitimate son in the family it really such a pain that can't be bear, those that show a little bit of care was out of pity of what am going through. When Mom was still here everything was a little bit alright but after her death things started getting bad and after the disappearance of Dad two years ago, with no one knowing if he was still alive or not, then things got worst with no one to protect me any more the door to my every day torture was opened, the family authority just turn blind eyes to what is happening which is really helping and heart touching.
This feeling of not belonging to the only place you thought you would feel secure and safe but at the end it turned into an hell zone with no moment of peace, with all you could thing of is how to escape from the torture and chase after freedom without reasoning about any attachment to the place you are running from. That was how the young boy was feeling right now.
"Dad always said there is no place for the weak in this world, only the strong rules while the weak serve, so fortunate am the latter. I really want to get strong" the young boy said in his heart.
"I want to get strong...." with determination in his heart the young boy roared but as soon as those words left his mouth is like he came to realized something was wrong
"What !! Did I just say that out loud I just made a mistake? I got beaten today because I said this same statement out loud yesterday. I really like learning things the hard way, dead brain " hitting his head with his left hand'' "am dead, dead I hope no one heard me.."
Before the young boy could finish the statement in his brain he heard a voice like it was replying to his thoughts.
"Max I heard you clearly just wait till morning and you will get another sweet beaten after I report you to the rest of my elder brothers, it seems you don't like to learn easily" came a Voice not too far from Max's house
"Elder brother Jack it is not what you think, it was a mistake I never had the intention of saying that and I can't really do what you just heard please just let this matter pass".
"Who is your elder brother, how are we related and are you trying to say I can't reason very clearly anymore I heard what you just said, you are saying its not what I think, I think you don't know fear anymore just you wait till morning to get your beating understand be a good boy" Jack replied without wasting much time and left.
"I know you guys don't regard me as one of your brothers but must they tell me all the time about that, I should just wait for tomorrow for the beating, since they won't understand, it's really pitiful to have such a type of person as the family heir. Wastes they always leave someone to always keep an eye on me and my dealings.
Max walked to the bed in his room, bent down to pull out a box from under the bed, opened it and brought out a fruit that looked like an apple.
Silver blood apple is a medicinal fruit meant for healing injuries with regard to the grade of the fruit. Holding the silver-colored fruit in his hand with a touch of red like blood on the top part of the fruit. Max grin meaningfully
"I was able to steal four of this fruit from the medicine store, since the family likes treating me like a robber. I just have to act like one anyway. Everyone knows that food is a very special commodity and I have to eat to be alive in order to show the family that am worthy of their respect"Max took a huge bite out of the fruit almost biting half of it in an instance
"Food is the only thing that gives me joy and is meaningful to me in this world, so I cannot play with it My Precious..... " Max thought and started savoring the fruit. Brought out another box, took out some meat and bread, started eating like there was no problem waiting for him ahead of time.