AFRICA:2008
(Kilimanjaro mountain)
The sky darkened, and the clouds took on a gloomy hue. "He came to kill you, not me!" Wolf6 shouted, fury etched across his face.
"Then why didn't you let him kill me?" the kid yelled, his voice filled with panic.
"I don't know," Wolf6 replied, a look of confusion crossing his face.
Suddenly, the kid caught a faint murmur emanating from the lifeless body.
He turned his gaze toward the corpse, only to find it had vanished.
"Look out!" the kid shouted in alarm.
The man with the white eyes stood behind Wolf6, With the knife that had once been at the kid's throat. With a swift motion, he plunged the blade into Wolf6's kidney.
Wolf6 let out a piercing scream of agony.
7 seized the wolves from behind and plunged a knife into him Again . In a hushed voice, he declared, "This is for our sister," he said.
"Sheep run," Wolf6 Said.
The Kid stood frozen in shock, as he helplessly watched his father, mother, sister, and brother collapse to the ground, blood oozing from His back.
7 licked the blood off his knife, his voice dripping with menace as he asked,
"How old are you?"
The Kid, still in shock, managed to respond, "Twelve."
"You've lived Ten years too long. Now, let's complete the task my brother couldn't."
Brother, the Kid thought to himself.
7 stepped through his brother's blood, advancing toward the Kid with a pristine knife in hand, each step a chilling reminder.
"Ha, look at you. I can't believe my brother left a sheep alive."
The Kid pressed his finger against the wound he had sustained the day before, screaming, "Move!"
"Look at You," taunted 7.
As the Kid regained control of his body, a surge of adrenaline coursed through him. He dashed toward the entrance of the shack, his heart pounding in his chest.
He recalled there was a Gun hidden behind the crumbling bricks of the fireplace. If I can just make it inside, he thought, determination flooding his veins. With each step, he could almost feel the cold metal in his grasp, a flicker of hope igniting within him as he approached the Shack Door.
"What are you thinking about?" the man with white eyes asked, his expression surprisingly intense.
With a decisive kick to the stomach, 7 sent the kid crashing to the ground.
"Damn it, he's so much faster than I am; his swift movements are almost a blur, Im struggling to keep up.
"What name did my brother give you?"
"He didn't," replied the child, wearing a sorrowful expression.
"Oh, how cruel. I will give you one, you know, there's a saying if a boy does not have a name he can not be allowed in heaven."
the kid spits blood and replaide, "so you believe in heaven."
"of course, we're not animals, we're humans after all, what do you think of Azrael."
"Why Azrael ask the kid? "
7 replay was frightening as it allows you to navigate your own soul to the afterlife.
He's just Toying with me; I can't compete with him. He's stronger and quicker than I am. I can't reach the shack—he's blocked the path, and I feel faint after that kick.
"I serander" said the kid
"Huh, so you've come to terms with your fate," said 7.
"I have a single request: could you let me Die beside the old man?"
"Weird request, I Guess You Got Attached To Him, I will fulfill it. Now, walk over to him."
The kid walked toward the lifeless body of the one person he knew in his own life.
With his back turned to 7, a dark figure loomed ominously behind him, pressing a knife against the Kid's neck,
"Now Azrael."
"Say your goodbye"
7 motion with the knife to stab the back of the kid's neck, then he noticed a blur in his left eye and felt a sudden impact on the left side of his face, he realized it was an axe.
Overwhelmed by numbness, he dropped the knife and let out a scream of agony before collapsing to the ground.
"What have you done, you damn kid?"
The Kid loomed over him, stating, "I did what any wolf would do—survive."
Grasping the wooden handle of the axe, the child yanked it from the man's face.
The man with white eyes let out another scream, as the child stood there, holding the bloodied axe. The man is gurgling blood.
"Don't do that," he said in a muffled voice.
The Kid lifted the axe and struck the man's face repeatedly, chanting,
"Die, die, die, die, die."
Eventually, he collapsed to the ground, positioned between the two lifeless bodies—his victim on the right and the man who had raised him on the left. Feeling empty, he lifted his head to notice that it had begun to rain.
He reflected quietly, "I took a man's life, yet I felt no emotion."