A dogs death. That's what they called it. A miserable ending.
I should have died, but why? Why didn't I?
"Get him some more!"
I thought this to myself whilst I was being brutally beaten in this dark and groggy back alley. It was the slums. It had this memorable smell, much more than that of alcohol. It smelled like that of rat piss and piss in general. In general it smelled like ass.
There were a bunch of cats peeking over the walls of the alley, silently watching. As if waiting for a chance to strike at their prey they just found.
"Nice kick!"
The walls were lined with an eerie ambience of gloom, occasionally interrupted with the sounds of impact being made on a fleshy surface.
"Ugh!"
Thin lines formed on the outer layer of the mixture of cement and stone, showing weathering.
The bricks were starting to erode, the paint was being covered with moss and the whole vibe of the place was trash. There were even piles of garbage scattered around here and there. It helped me stay sane in the situation I was in, just a little bit, staring at them.
"Is this it? Is this the end of my life? What did I do to deserve this! I am a man born from noble lineage! I shouldn't be in this damn alley-ugh!" I groaned in pain and jittered to the kick sent straight to the core my stomach.
"Hmm? What is this kid sayin' bro? Should I hit him again?" The tall sleep deprived man probed, "Don't. If you hit him some more, he could die. We wouldn't want that do we?"
Yeah I wouldn't want that either Fatty Wang lookin' guy. So just let me go man. I already have it hard here.
"Mhm, sure do boss!", the skinny man walked towards, to what I assume is his boss; still looking at me, with those damn sunken eyes. I hate them, it reminds me of my fathers.
"By the way is it really just that?", "Yes, it states that's that in the contract." I, surprisingly could overhear their murmuring from my crunched-up posture.
"Pfft." Then I heard a small whistling sound coming from the grunt.
His voice gave me quite an uneasy feel.
"Damn I feel sorry for this guy! Hahaha, couldn't believe his own family put a target on his head! Such cruelty from a dad, am I right boss?!"
"Indeed. Even I as a father cannot do such cruelty to my own children."
I stared at the duo blankly after they had made their conversation eligible, they shouted... Where did it all go wrong?
I vaguely remember my time at that rose coated room, with windows tinted yellow, making the yellow colored sun rays even more yellow. I hated it. It felt like I was a bird in a cage.
A plaything.
Family? Can I even call them that? Mother's been treating me like air since I was a child, my siblings always beat me up whenever they felt like it and Father only gave me money to shoo me away. Even the servants didn't care. If even they showed me the slightest bit of affection, they would be fired on the spot. Couldn't blame them for that. So I did what any sensible person would do.
I started acting like an ass to everyone, skipped lessons, broke stuff and punched people if they annoyed me.
That's when I stumbled across the Red Light District of the Tower. It was on floor 69. Funny right? Anyways that's where I started to develop an addiction to substances, alcohol and tobacco.
Even I, after a while, knew that my actions were kind of shitty. I thought it was shitty, perfect for an even more shittier son.
My father wanted me to be engaged to the rival Duchy. Supposed he wanted me to be a mediator between the recent mine he just bought recently. Didn't act like a good son though.
I skipped meetings with my fiance, poured water over her head and told her multiple times that I didn't want us to be married.
She was somewhat of a beauty, with flowing amber hair that flared like a raging flame if shone down with the sun, and with golden bead eyes that perfectly complemented her lion-like hair.
I liked her quite a bit. She had a serious personality, unlike mine. We were completely polar opposites, while I was out there playing around with alcohol and women, she was studious. She seemed to be a little aware of my situation. Maybe that's why she never complained even if I did those horrible things to her. She felt pity for me.
A first. It felt horrible, I didn't want anyone pitying me. After all I'm a horrible person, with a horrible personality.
After a while the frequency of her visits to the estate dwindled.
I felt relieved.
If she didn't come here anymore I wouldn't have to harm her. But deep down I was scared.
Scared to be abandoned by the only person that showed me affection.
"Ugh." The stinging pain of the kick still remained, which caused me to recoil back to the present, ending the reminisce. The two men were still laughing heartily.
Damn, I think can just get out of this situation right now.
They seem a little too happy. Probably got paid a lot by my father. I know he hates me enough to do that.
I slowly perch myself into a sitting position, while I put my hand to the side. "Ouch.", I glanced over to my right to find the object that pricked me. It was a shiv. Yeah a shiv, those makeshift knife thingies.
I was slightly taken aback. I remember that one of my bar mates told me how to make one, but I was drunk as hell that time so I couldn't remember stuff. Only bits and pieces.
I could really use a weapon though. What if they just come over here and attack me?
So I put the shiv in my pocket, just in case. I slowly started to stand up making sure not to make any noise.
Rustle, rustle. I shift my head to the side to see what made the commotion.
Nyan~
It was a cat. And it meowed. Damn. I stare to the side of me where the two men were. They were looking over at me, with deadpan eyes, before they realized the state I was in. I quickly got up and ran away from there.
I sprinted as far as possible with my dried up stamina, occasionally stumbling over rocks and trash. I'm slowly running out of breath.
How much longer can I go on for?
God damn it, I'm so screwed.