'Till Death Do Us Part

The Begining

I've always thought I had it easy. I lounge around, sit in trees play with my toys, until it happened. Everything changed when I was five and my dad died in the Alkalaid Service War in our home town in Scandinavia. It was getting bad the soldiers shooting in through every nook and cranny, every civilian hiding in the dark.

My mom took my scrawny diminished body in her arms whispering reassurances in my ear as we ran far and fast away from the war, away from the death, away from the reminder shots. 1 week later we snuck on a cargo ship traveling to America. We spent 3 days in hysteria on that boat in the dark, alone, without food or sleep. When we arrived we ran again. Twelve days later in a dirty warehouse in Arizona my mother died next to me. It took several days of clawing through frozen earth, bloody finger tips, and warding away predators from my mothers body but I finally got my mother buried.
It was funny.
I envied her, my dead mother.
I was jealous, she didn't have to cry, she didn't have to listen to the screams of dying kids. I ran away the day after I buried her. I made a vow that day, I would never watch the bullets fly towards my family, never listen to the screams of anymore innocent children. I would get revenge on those that have hurt me, all the scraggly male soldiers that killed my family.

They would pay.