The room is silent.
A boy held his breath in the dark corner. He watched from under the rubble as the man who killed his mother walked toward the sleeping whitehead.
The man was looking at the whitehead with such terrifying eyes.
The frown on the man's face was clear, making his face ugly with all of its wrinkles.
The boy watched as the man raised his hand toward the white head, the knives¹ in the man's hand pointing at the whitehead below.
Just like before, just like with everyone else.
The familiar sight repeated in his mind as the boy closed his eyes tightly.
....please.
Stab!
Don't die...
"What the hell, this pest."
The harsh and pissed tone of an unfamiliar voice woke the boy up.
His eyes open as he looks at the scene from far away.
The whitehead held the knives struck at him by the man. The man had a relentless face as he tried to pull away from the whitehead grip.
The whitehead who's now awake seems pissed off, his grip tightening harshly.
Crack!
The clean sound of the man's hand being crushed sound vicious as it echos in the building walls.
He had broken the man's hand, forcing the man to retreat with an awful scream.
The white-haired man stood, he stood up, and ignored the knives and little bleeding on his chest.
He pulled the knives, throwing it away. The white head was not bleeding much through the hole in his shirt.
Rather, the boy could see how his skin was only reddening and had scratches from the stab. It didn't even resemble a wound at all.
The whitehead had a frown on his face and an obviously pissed face.
He was just sleeping a moment ago, getting a rest after 'training' with the future queen. It was quite raging, that some, motherfucking, human have the audacity and dare to stab him.
People just get more creative in dying, aren't they? It seems that people had been a little too nice around here.
He felt nothing from the little scratch. It was a normal occurrence.
But..
The audacity that this human has.
It fucking pisses him off.
"You fucker, Let me teach you a lesson for stabbing me! You shithead!"
His eyebrows furrowed as his face scrunched up, the anger clear on his face.
The man was startled by the white head sudden shout to him.
His sudden outburst made the man flinch. The man tried to run, but the second he turned away, a hand wrapped behind his head.
Something touches his head, and it's fast.
The boy could see only a second after the whitehead shouted. He moved so fast at the man. And-
Crack!
Blood seeps out from below the man's face.
Disfigured part of the face, broken nose, teared lips, pierced cheek.. the man is as good as dead with that hard punt.
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