Eyes [A chainsaw man story]

Part 2: Chapter 0

My name is Tada Kazuki. I'm 27 years old and I'm the second child of three. My older brother works overseas, and my younger sister is an 18-year-old, college girl. I work as an employee of a small company that has no less than 5 workers, including me. I hate my job. My boss hates me, and so does everyone else even my parents. The only person that loves me is my younger sister, Kataoka Megumi. I want to quit. But I can't. If I did, I wouldn't be able to pay the rent for the apartment my parents and sister live in, I won't be able to buy any food for myself and for them, and I won't be able to pay for my sister's college tuition, and I won't be able to pay the strippers to dance for me. 

I walked down the street of my usual route. It was dark. It was cold. A simple coat won't do. The lamp posts flicker due to old age as I stroll further down the road. The buildings to my left were old, rotten, and abandoned. No one is in there. So it was safe for me to pass through. 

The wind howled, sending shivers down my spine. A poster is carried by the wind and slapped my face.

I grunt in annoyance. I remove the poster and stared at it.

"Chainsawman..."

He's cool. If only I was Chainsawman. I would be famous everywhere, I could protect Kataoka and I would be loved by everyone...But that's just not the case. It was just wishful thinking. 

I wanted to be a Devil hunter at first since they pay a large amount. But I discussed this with my family and they told me to not go for it. 

...At least they care for me. Even if it was just for a little while.

I threw away the poster and sighed in frustration. 

Clink

I heard something fall from behind, so I immediately turn around to see who it is--

"Guh?!"

I get punched in the gut.

I drop down to the floor and I get kicked in the face. I clutched tightly my suitcase. It contains everything. If I lose this, my boss has a reason to fire me, then I'd lose my job! I can't lose it here. Not to this scum.

I try to rise up amidst the man beating me down. I punch him in the face.

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And I miss. 

The man then punched me in the face. Really hard. I collapse to the ground. My vision's blurry. Then a dark figure stood over me and stomped my face.

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It hurts so much.

"Please, stop."

He doesn't stop. My grip on my suitcase was weakening. My body stings. Everything hurts. 

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I must stay strong. This is for my sister. This is for her. Yes. it always has been for her. She's such a blessing to me. I would be willing to do anything to keep her safe.

With the remnants of strength I had left within me, I curled into a ball to shield my suitcase from getting stolen.

I was continually beaten. He kicked me in my back, chest, head, and everywhere. Luckily, the robber didn't have a weapon with him and it seems like he was getting tired. This is my chance! If he becomes exhausted, I'll have a chance to run for it!