Curse Or Cure?

I'm Lost But So Are You

Wen Kexing dragged the body of Qin Song in a whirlwind of rage, red pulsing energy emitting from around them as they made it to the base where his little A' Ling would be. He flung opened the doors and threw the body of Qin Song through the dividers, the corpse landed with a thud right beside the body of a blonde buff man that he hadn't cared to look for the name of.

No, his attention was caught elsewhere.

Two women stood before him, one in bright robes of pinks, reds, and purples, and another in dulled robes of soft blues, greys, and blacks. They both looked in horror at Wen Kexing, no doubt the result of the crimson sea of energy that circled over Wen Kexing, ready to lash out if need be.

"What the Hell are you?" The woman in bright colors breathed out.

Du Pusa.

Dies within a year.

Qiao Luohan.

Dies within a year.

"Mother!"

Wen Kexing immediately zeroed on the voice, coming from farther behind the two women. Zhou Zishu stood, as beautiful as ever, in silk metallic blue robes with his hair half up and half down, properly brushed out. Contrasting against his pale skin, blood dripped from his lips, the same lips Wen Kexing adored pressing against his own. Shocked eyes stared back at Wen Kexing, maybe if a little hint of fear in them, as Zhou Zishu leaned against Zhang Chengling. His baby was hurt, too, his cheek bruised, his lip split, shaking on his own legs.

Wen Kexing had to get to them immediately.

He lunged forward, sending energy off with his arms to the two women that tried to block him, throwing them against the walls as he landed safely beside his love.

"Who did this?" Wen Kexing asked, steadying Zhou Zishu as he looked over for any physical wounds. Surprisingly, there were actually none, at least not visibly that he could see. The only sign of Zhou Zishu being injured was the obvious exhaustion and the blood falling from his lips.

"Mother, they kidnapped me and hurt my Shifu," Zhang Chengling stared wide-eyed at Wen Kexing, sad puppy eyes that broke his heart.

How dare they!

Wen Kexing angrily turned towards the entrance, where the two women had fled, ready to pursue them for daring to lay a hand on his dear family. Zhou Zishu held him back though, much to his surprise, drawing his attention with a tug of his hand.

"No need to follow," Zhou Zishu managed out, his voice showing just how worn down he was. The exhaustion laced in his tone, braided with the sound of it, "We have to get Chengling out of here."

"No," Wen Kexing snarled, refusing to simply run from it all. He may not be a Martial Artist, but that didn't mean he was just going to drop the fact that some self-important people decided to go and kidnap his kid and beat him and the love of his life! The audacity! "I'll destroy whoever dared to lay their hands upon you both!"

Just as he said that Zhou Zishu froze, causing Wen Kexing to pause as well. His anger faded as the sound of something akin to a growl sounded out from outside, followed by multiple ones of varying pitches.