The sun was setting but still managed to create a dazzling beauty beyond the horizon. On the highest roof of the city stood a man.
He wore a bucket hat so it was a bit hard to see his eyes, a grey,, beggar-looking coat and pants that are barely reaching his ankles were what adorned his body.
He didn't seem to care about his look and was searching for something else. He scratched his temple as he looked around.
BOOM!!
Then he heard a loud explosion towards the east. He immediately picked himself up and leaped into the air, flying across the splendor of the horizon backdrop.
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After a few hours of sleep, Ethan was coming alive again. It was even better this time, although there were still marks of the slap and blood that had dried on the bridge between his nose and mouth.
He stood up and dusted himself.
'Damned monsters' He caused inwardly at them before picking up himself.
Why was he blaming his mother for everything. It is this mongrels that deserve to die.
Ethan's thought trailed off as he stood up. A profound hatred filled his gut for this guys but his moment was interrupted by the loud growl of his stomach.
"Come to think of it, the only thing I've eaten since is the two slice of breads..."
He held his stomach and closed his eyes, envisioning his mother's wonderful meal. If there is one thing she never fails at. It is cooking.
She was a very good cook, hundred percent tested and trusted.
With the thought of a hearty meal waiting for him at home, Ethan was able to walk despite being tired. So tired his legs were shaking.
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After a few minutes, he got home. But the scenery he met was unlike anything he had ever envisaged.
Cracks on the ground here and there, the top of his mom's annoying car dented, the windscreen webbed crack, the wooden walls smashed and broken, a circular dent that chopped away a part of his balcony on the ground.
His eyes moved up and beyond the dented ground, right at the balcony was a body laid.
Eyeballs thinned in, palms became sweaty, hearts began to go badump badump badump.
'Please don't let it be her, please don't let it be her, Please don't let it be her,' He begged in his mind as he ran towards the body, falling in the dent, quickly picking himself up and running out of it.
His fears were confirmed and tears swelled up his eyes immediately.
"Mom? Moommm?" His voice was foggy with mucus as he shook her body for her to respond somehow.
He needed her to respond. It made no sense to him, that the last emotions he had towards his mother was that of anger, so she needed to respond now, so he would be able to tell her how beautiful her cooking is.
Or how much he enjoys hearing her sing. He also would like to tell her that she had amazing hands, and a beautiful smile. Most times when he wakes up in the morning and he sees her smile, he ends up having a good day.
He wanted to tell her he is sorry. So sorry for being a rebellious kids and despite knowing that she had her genuine reasons as to why they were always moving, he still acted grumpy. He wanted to tell her he was really sorry about that.
There was a lot and all the words swelled up within his throat. But none could make it out. None but a loud groaning cry.
He laid his head on his dead mother's chest and wept, his shoulder shuddered and his hands that were tightly holding hers were trembling.
He cried till his threat began to hurt, he couldn't bring forth more voice. Of all days, why did it have to be today.
Today was his eighteenth birthday. Ethan hated the day, he hated everything.
His mind began to boil with rage and suddenly it drifted back to what happened a few hours ago.
"The next person is that your bitch mom. I will show you what it means to cross Sam Halaand."
The exact same words Sam Halaand had uttered after beating him to a pulp resounded in his head. Again and again, it began to fuel the rage the burned within his chest.
Did the bastard really come home to kill his mother? That son of a bitch?
Ethan's mind could not make sense of the situation, all that was in his head was Vengeance! Vengeance!! Vengeance!!!
'Yes, they are the one...'
There was no other explanation for this. It just had to be them.
Ethan stood up, something was burning within him. Yes, rage but there was something more. For the first time since he had known himself, a strange strength swam through his hands and legs.
'The seal is getting weak...' The bucket hat man was hiding behind the bush and observing everything.
He didn't need to near Ethan to see that there was a seal placed on his powers. It was evident in the subtle, and not yet visible aura that surrounded him.
The man was a veteran and could tell just by a glance. After Ethan had walked away. He stepped out of the bush and removed his bucket hat revealing his blonde hair and blue eyes.
One arm of his coat was empty, and dancing in the subtle wind of the night. He held his bucket hat with the other hand and bowed in front of the woman.
"Emilia, I wish I had arrived earlier... although I wouldn't have been able to do much still. I promised Lance to take care of you and the child and that is exactly what I will do."
He cast a sorrowful gaze at her and closed his eyes allowing a drop of tears to trace its was down his face.
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In minutes, Ethan was already there.
He knew where the gangs would be hanging out on a night like this. He usually goes around to buy cigarettes for them, sometimes they would even make him buy snacks and other things. It was a gruesome memory but they now fueled the rage that burned within him.
With everything these people had done to him. They deserve to die.
They need to die.
Ethan's mind was resolved to bring that death to them.
He entered the clubhouse by the side of the road.