Bittu’s back slammed against the wall before his body slid and collapsed on the floor. His eyes grew open as wide as they could from the impact, but his sight was still blurry. Blood rushed through his sedated veins, and with every fraction of a second, his sight bettered.
The young man in green, Edgar, was walking straight toward him like a beast whose shackles were on the verge of breaking. The peeping heads that were looking in slackened jaws couldn’t recognize him at all, as they couldn’t quite get a full view of his face.
However, that wasn’t the case for the one lying on the floor.
The moment he regained his sight, Bittu’s eyes grew as wide as they could. “It can’t be…” Time slowed down from the extreme tension he felt upon slowly but surely recognizing that face. How could he ever forget that face which cost him an eye? However, it wasn’t anger that rose in his heart but far from it. A strand of cold sweat trickled down his already sweaty temple. Even though he had drunk so much, his mouth went dry at that moment. His trembling lips parted with much difficulty. “Y-You…” Even though he recognized the person, he couldn’t believe that it was Edgar. How could that boy be so strong? It was impossible. This line of thought rang in his mind and cast away all the drunkenness off his face. “I-Impossible. You should be dead.”
“How can I die while you’re still breathing?” Edgar’s voice cut his heart sharper than a sword could and instilled fear deeper than he could imagine.
At that moment, Fabby walked out of the room, and when her eyes lay upon, her hope turned into something else entirely. That long overflowing messy green hair, how could she forget that. It was no doubt her father’s. She ground her teeth and ran ahead, tightening the grip on the knife she had made sure to pick up after letting it go only moments ago. “How dare you come here!” she ran up at him from behind, with redness creeping in her eyes. “Die, you scum!”
However, as she got closer, the image of the one in front of her didn’t quite match with the one she initially thought it was. And just at that moment, that fellow turned around to face her, and not only did she stop in her tracks, the knife in her hand fell.
“Sis!” Edgar was about to smile, but that smile stopped midway, when he saw the big bump in his sister’s belly. His expression froze. Veins throbbed in his face.
“Haha,” Bittu tensely laughed as he got back to his feed. “I’m your brother-in-law now, little shit. If you want to kill me, then go on,” he walked over to Edgar and then up to his sister, “but then the one growing in your sister’s stomach will have no father.” Seeing Edgar tilt his head down and clench his fists in silence, Bittu didn’t want to stop. “But knowing you… You may still kill me because I’ve lived a worthless life where I was only good at drinking alcohol,” he picked up the knife swiftly, with his feet, “which is why I’m going to take my family’s lives first.” He suddenly stabbed in Fabby’s belly, startling everyone. “Hahaha!” He laughed evilly and stabbed her a few more times. It all happened so quickly Fabby couldn’t stop him, but then she grabbed his wrist and shouted her brother’s name while pushing the drunk away.
“Eh?” Bittu, given how drunk he was, couldn’t stop himself from getting thrown back by Fabby’s push. However, what stunned him wasn’t her strength but the fact that she wasn’t bleeding. He was sure that he stabbed her three times, yet she wasn’t bleeding. He looked at his knife, but there wasn’t blood on it. He looked back at Fabby, who put her hands underneath her long shirt and pulled out a mass of cotton wrapped to look like a pregnant jump. Bittu’s jaw hung open in disbelief. His eyes broadened like that of a buffalo’s. “Y-You fooled me all this while!”
A few months ago, on one afternoon, when Fabby was stricken by fever and was resting in her room, a fully-drunken Bittu broke into the room and attempted to rape her, but she banged his head with a stick and made him lose consciousness. By the time he woke up, she cooked up a story for him. And with her story, she not only fooled him but every single one in the village. It was because of that story, Bittu stopped trying to get into her pants through violent means. All these past few months, she had waited for the hopeful return of her brother. Even after many months, there were no traces of him. He wasn’t the type who’d abandon her without leaving, which only meant that he was probably dead, so she was willing to join her brother sooner or later. And today, that day had finally come, thanks to Bittu constantly stressing her to the limits.
Coming back to the present.
Edgar, who was confused and puzzled until now, slowly but surely found his way back to this world. His shoulders were no longer slumped.
“B.I.T.T.U!” Even though Edgar just came to senses, a fit of anger swallowed up his senses again. He grabbed Bittu by the scruff and lifted him with a single hand, stunning everyone, especially his sister. Just how strong did Edgar get? Was he the same Edgar as before? And he was no longer limping and seemed perfectly alright.
“P-Please spare my life!” Bittu begged even though he was facing away from Edgar.
“Spare?” Edgar’s voice was as cold as ever. His other hand reached out for Bittu’s face, and his fingers gouged out the only remaining eye and crushed the eyeball in his fist.
Bittu howled in pain. “My eye! Ah! My eye!”
When Edgar let go of him, he crawled on his butt and moved away to the nearby wall, while screaming out of his lungs. He now had no eyes. He now could no longer see the world. But he kept looking for his eyes, and because he couldn’t find it, he kept looking for Edgar’s feet and eventually found them.
“Please give my eye back. Don’t put me in the dark forever.” He begged from the bottom of his heart, his head resting on Edgar’s feet.
But the damage was already done. The eye was long squeezed into a pulp. And it was highly unlikely for a weak blind man with no backing to get his eyes back, for it would require a lot of influence and wealth. Especially, given the place he currently was in, it was just impossible that he’d ever get out of the Shushui mountain range. So, Bittu’s future was all set in stone with that one move, like a wood tossed in fire. All it could do was burn.
Bittu’s future was all set in stone with that one act of gouging the eye. Like a wood tossed in fire, all he could do now was burn.Seeing that pitiful state Bittu was in, Edgar’s anger softened a tad. “Your eye is gone.” He spat out the truth.Those four words crushed all of Bittu’s hopes. “No!” he cried and sobbed. “You’re lying. No!” If he had his eyeball, there was still a slightest chance of him regaining his sight, but without it, he lost that last ray of hope, as transplanting someone else’s eyes would be a lot more harder.“Take it however you want,” Edgar coldly said. “Just as much as I want to kill you, I also want you to suffer. Repent for your sins and change your ways, otherwise, the next time we meet will be your last d
Tempting Woods, the name, as per popular belief, was solely given from the slaves’ perspective, for they had always seen the woods as their means to escape. Still and all, the creatures dwelling in those woods weren’t something regular humans could hope to intimidate, let alone defeat. The only hope the slaves had was that they could somehow get through those woods without getting seen. Till date, no one knew if any slave ever made it out of the woods and stepped in the world on the other side.Currently, in the morning, Edgar and Fabby were resting outside a rather small cave tucked away in tall bushes, eating roasted meat of a boar that Edgar had caught and killed.Though Edgar was right next to her, Fabby was feeling tense. After all, there were tall trees around her in the distance. And from high up in the trees, a few monkeys were looking right
Wee~!! Cree~!! Boo~~!! Six monkeys sat on the side and played the audience role in the fight between Fabby and the leader of the troop. The leader actually played with her in the beginning by making her run around. Then it had her arm in its mouth and bit her hard enough she thought her arm would fall off. And then it got rough with her in many other ways through scratching and kicking. Even though she kept trying, she couldn’t even get an inch closer to the monkey, which always seemed to have heightened senses. And she could see the cockiness the leader exuded, as though suggesting to her that it could eat her alive if only her brother wasn’t around. If anyone were to ever tell her that animals didn’t have a soul inside them, she would surely reject that idea and show them the expression the leader was making. T
As she looked around at the one-meter odd tall spikes all around her, she was left in awe and disbelief. Was it really her who did that? So many thoughts ran in her mind, but the ends of her mouth ever so subtly rose by themselves.Edgar, on the other hand, was calculating things in his mind. He had to go through hell of a physical training to unlock Drive, but he didn’t want Fabby to experience such tireless practice. So he bet on her absorbing the core would be a better thing to do. As for unlocking the drive, she could slowly get closer to that. Though his Master told him that physical training wasn’t necessary to unlock one’s Drive and that it could also be achieved through severe mental training, Edgar knew where that path would lead. He just didn’t want his sister to put through the mental burden again. The trauma she had gone through all these years was already too much. If t
In the early morning, loud noises woke Edgar and Fabby out of their sleep. They tracked the source of the voices, and there was a group of three fighting a ten-foot-tall gorilla with an intimidating build. Two of them were dressed in black, and the third in white. “That’s one big gorilla,” Fabby was startled. She could feel her heart picking up speed. “It’s breaking trees with ease.” The monkeys she practiced fighting with were nothing compared to this monster. Even Lice might not last more than a couple of punches. “Yeah, those guys are not bad,” opined Edgar, squinting his eyes as he observed the patterns with which the beast moved, “but the difference in skill is a bit too much.” Both of them were watching from a higher ground, while hiding in the bushes. And a few dozens of feet behind them were t
Some days later.In the western border of Orseya Town, two guards were resting on their rock benches, guarding the entrance leading into the town. A man was coming from the woods, having killed a deer with a longbow, and the guards took the antlers before letting him pass.On either side of the entrance, a good ten meters away from them, there were dozens of metallic boxes placed in a row. There were grains in those boxes with open doors. And there was water placed in a wide saucer next to the box. Birds came alone or in groups, drank water and then stepped into the boxes for the grains. The doors of the boxes then suddenly shut, trapping the birds inside.“There aren’t many birds visiting this year, other than crows and pigeons,” one of the guards said. “I wonder what’s the reason.&rdq
Not long after entering the town, Fabby saw a public well and stopped there to drink water. Edgar, on the other hand, went to an old man who was sitting on a rock and was chewing on some leaves. Before Edgar spoke, the old man gave him a glance and scanned him from top to bottom and then said, “Want something, lad?”“How big is this town, sir?” asked Edgar, as softly and politely as he could.“Big enough to breathe,” the old man sarcastically said. He surely didn’t like how the boy was being over polite, which came across as acting.Just then a horse cart was passing by. The cart was being ridden by three horses with a lot of sparkling metal glaring at everyone as though pridefully begging to be looked upon. A couple of thieves hiding in a nearby tree jumped onto the road an
“A recommendation from a well-known figure, huh…” Fabby was tapping her finger on her chin, while strolling down a street. “We don’t know anyone in this place. This could get tricky.” “Mm,” nodded Edgar. “Though he talked about impressing some masters of some sect, he also said that it’s very rare to come across them.” He was thinking back on how he spent five bronze for the food and five more for obtaining information. “So, I think we can only focus on the baronet of this town. Do you think we should go and meet him first?” “No, that’s risky and reckless,” Fabby slowly shook her head. “Rather than us going directly to the big fish, it’s better that we go through someone else.” “Someone else?” “Let’s find out who are the important families in the town,” she stretched