What he had done is fucked up. But what matters is the whole, not these insignificant details. He's destiny was much greater than any others in this town. The most important people here were he's parents the lord and him off course. The rest of the people are like rat's, I mean what that's it matter if you kill one or two a thousand or even ten thousand. Well it doesn't, nothing would change and the world would go on. This was Marino's cold calculating mindset.
With this in mind, Marino took he's knife and ran straight towards the house. No witnesses, no lead's and no problems, he thought.
As he stepped on the ramp and started running. Suddenly he felt a strong grip on he's leg and fell face-first into the muddy ground.
Looking back at what had grabbed he's foot. He could see Neymar still barely alive holding on to he's foot.
Seeing this Marino got enraged as he got up and stepped on Neymar, he said. 'You fricking little cockroach! Die!'
Running he's blade through the man's eye. Marino felt a chill run through him. Looking at the deaths he had caused, he's heart ached. He felt like a needle was piercing he's heart as he watched the two dead men lay there. Something inside him was screaming at him to stop and that this was wrong.
Maybe it was the dying man's look in his eyes. The fierce, unwavering determination to protect his family to the bitter end. This man was a true warrior.
While normally he would respect such a thing. Now it just made him mad.
'My fault? No! This is your fault!' He started talking to himself as he pointed at the dead corpse.
'If only you would have just minded your own business! All this could have been avoided! It's your fault!' Marino yelled as he tried to justify he's actions.
Pity and regret are for the weak. A real man accepts he's fault's and finishes the job. He thought to himself.
Finally, with he's thoughts in check, he turned to look at the house. Only to see that the door was shut and there was nobody around. Just him, standing there in the rain alone.
'I guess we are gonna do it the hard way.' Marino said to himself, as he walked to the chicken house and got the axe.
Back in the house Lara Lopes and her family were panicking and crying as the Oldman tried to call them down. 'I want my father! Papaaa!' Cried Lara.
'I am sure he just went to get help and is probably coming here as we speak.' Her mother tried to comfort her.
They had not seen the man's death. All they did see was Neymar get kicked out the door with he's throat cut.
As this was going on the old man had gone into the kitchen and got himself a butcher's knife.
Then they heard it. A loud bang against the door. There they could see the axe's blade poking through the door.
Seeing this the women screamed in horror as the old man got In front of the door. 'Go to my room and hide.' said the old man as he prepared himself mentally to face this demon. 'Oh Sighard give me strength. Help me vanquish this evil creature.' He mumbled to himself.
Going to her grandfather's room, Lara started to look for a way out. Sadly for them, they had used Minecraft logic and did not build any extra windows. Except the one next to the front door. There were small holes that could be opened to let smoke out but they were too small for her.
With a loud bang one-third of the door fell off. Giving Marino just enough room to crouch through. He stepped inside with an axe in hand and a knife on he's black belt. He smiled and said. 'Honey I'm home!'
The old man just stood there shaking. And as he pointed he's knife at the intruder. He asked. 'Why have you come here? What do you want?'
Seeing this Marino said mockingly. 'What do I want, you ask? Well, that what all men want. I want more!'
With that said he threw the axe at the old man. With an axe in he's chest, the old man fell to the ground screaming. 'Aaaaaaa!'
'No Grandpa! I won't let you hurt him!' Came a young girl's Voice from Marino's right. As he turned to look he got a soft slap on the middle of he's face.
As Lara assaulted him she managed to push him to the ground. There she desperately with closed eyes started to swing at him. As her mother looked from the side not knowing what to do.
Marino was more shocked than hurt. The girls hit's were nothing to him. At least nothing compared to Neymars right hook.
Not caring about the girls hit's. Marino wrestled the girl to the ground under him. He then started to strangle her, just like Neymar had done to him.
Though Marino hesitated to kill the girl. He still decided to go through with it. She had already seen he's face. There was no going back.
Gritting he's teeth and putting all he's strength into the choke. He watched as the life faded from the girls beautiful light blue eyes, as she desperately struggled.
All Lara could see as her vision faded was a bloody, dirty and dark face. With bloodshot red eyes staring at her with regret and pity. Then her vision went to black as she passed out.
Right when the girls eyes turned lifeless. 'Pung!' A loud bang was heard as metal hit his head. Falling to he's side with ears ringing Marino looked up to see. A woman was standing there with a pan, preparing for a second hit.
Seeing this he quickly kicked the ground, creating distance as the women tried to swing at him.
Quickly doing a backward roll. Marino got up and tried to block, as he took a hit to he's left side. With he's right hand he pulled out he's knife.
As the woman prepared for a third attack. Marino got low and sliced her stomach while moving under her hand ditching the strike.
In horror, she dropped the pan and grabbed her stomach. But it was futile. With her intestines falling out of her stomach, she fell to the floor dying.
In pain and exhausted he looked at the now quiet room. He could see a dog peeking out the other room in fear as the girl lay there motionless and the old man groaned in pain on the floor.
Walking up to the old man he was surprised to see him still fighting. The man was trying to pull the axe out of he's chest until he saw him and said in pain. 'What did you do to them?'
'I gave them peace.' Came a short answer.
'So what now?' Asked the old man as blood came from he's mouth.
'I will let you join them. Do you have any last words?' He said coldly.
Hearing this the old man just said. 'Spare the girl.'
Hearing this Marino frowned as he thought. Who does this old man think I am? Does he honestly think I would go as far as to defile a corpse? I am not that evil.
With an angry expression, he said 'Sure.' And then he ended the man's life.
After finishing he's last suspect he let out a massive sigh. As he sat there he looked at he's clothes and realized how dirty and bloody they were.
I'm definitely not going to be able to go home like this Marino thought. After which he picked up he's knife and left the house.
A few minutes after he left. Lara opened her eyes and quietly got up. Peeking outside the door Lara made sure the coast was clear.
As she looked around the house she started to cry seeing that her family was dead. Finally, the dog came out of the other room and sat beside her, trying to comfort her.
In the dark of night, Marino soaked in the ocean water, trying to clean himself. Marino had run a few hundred meters to the beach to clean all the evidence of himself. There where blood and pieces of meat all over hes body and clothes.
After washing he's clothes for a while, Marino decided to just rip them apart and throw them into the sea. If he lost the clothes he's parent's would start to suspect something. But he could always come up with an excuse and those were not he's only clothes. Plus luckily for him, there were no DNA tests in medieval times. Even If somebody found the clothes, nobody would know they were his.
After throwing the clothes away he decided to quickly clean himself. While cleaning himself the storm started to subside and moonlight came through the clouds, lighting up the night.
With the help of the moonlight, he looked at he's reflection in the water shocked. Over he's right eye were three thin scars and he's eyes were pure yellow. They shined unnaturally in the dark. Looking around he realized it was not only the moonlight that was lighting up the night but he was.
He's eyes were like night vision goggles but clearer and overall better. He's body also felt slightly stronger, he's muscles were a bit more defined and he's meat stick was a few inches longer.
Even though he had just killed, he remained calm. It was as if it was no big thing. His mind had become corrupted and more accepting of violence. There was also an urge to start chanting and an urge to carve symbols on he's body. He felt that doing so would increase he's power. If he fully gave in to these urges, he could become something much more.
But now was definitely not the time for that. With a knife in hand, he ran through the bush-filled landscape towards home. He did this not to leave any footprints. Leaving footprints on the road would be asking for trouble.
After getting home he locked the door carefully put the cleaned knife in its place and went to bed. There he lay naked and proud of not being caught as he fell asleep.