THE LONG LOST SON (Baki Hanma Fanfiction)

Deaths and hope

Aunt, the old couple and my little cousins passed away already as they arrived in the hospital, my mother survived, but she was badly injured and needed to be treated. Cries of the parents that lost their children and screams of the suffering patients that arrive time by time ruled the whole hospital, my tears fall from my eyes because of these men, women, and children that are suffering in this hospital. A 6 years old, yes, a 6 years old, have her leg broken due to an airstrike, a 5 year old boy, never made it due to his skull that cracked open, an 8 year old child, is screaming as the doctor cleaning her gunshot wounds in the cleavage. This is no longer done by a human, but by monsters. I check on Julius, his gaze is lowered while his hand is holding the brace of the hospital bed where my cousins are laid. No surprise,  children  are near Julius' heart, because he grew up as an orphan, his mother died when he was born, and his father, he never even knows what his father looks like. Julius tightens the grip on the brace, and as he tightens his grip, he squeezes the metal brace like a plastic bottle, I ran to Julius so I can stop him before anyone notices and he'll end up scaring everyone around us. "Julius" I approach him, he then looked at me then I shake my head while facing him with my lowered gaze, he stopped and let go of the metal brace, and he walked out. I follow him by my gaze until he walks away. When I look at the metal brace that he gripped on, I was so shocked  to see that he really squeezed the metal brace, the part where he gripped change its shape. I learn how to bake when I was a kid, till I grew up, you apply pressure on the bread as you shape it, and as a child where our parents teach us how to bake, we gripped tightly on the dough, and that will shape the part according to the pressure we've applied. I also study science, and it was discussed in science that applying pressure, will change the object, not so far from Julius' grip, except, he is able to do it in a metal where an average person has a hard time, and this only shows us, some people are gifted with superhuman strenght that are times more than those an average strong man even the world champion wrestlers.

The next morning, after the bombing from Israel, nothing left but ruins and rubbles of the remains of each Palestinian's memories of families and friends, the cries of the children, women and innocent civilians hoping for salvation to come among the camps set for them as refugees of their own land. Our food supply are now run out, the foods that Biscuit Oliva give to Julius run out now after we share it to the starving children who lost their parents and homes. "Amira" Julius calls out, "Yes?" I replied, "Don't you want to come with us find some food?" Julius said, with the sling in his hands, "Where are you two going anyway?" I asked, "Me and your dad will go find some food" Juius, father and I go out and we come with Julius to hunt some birds using just the sling. I can't believe the effeciency Julius has as he strike birds while flying in the air, even the fastest bird can't escape from his strikes, in this times of desperation, food is important to live, and thankfully Julius able to hunt for food. We return in the camp with bunch of birds for meal, Julius and the kids have fun together while eating, I see the children's smile once again as they enjoy the bird meat.

After we eat, Julius and I have a walk among the rubble, then we sit in a large pile of rubble and look at the beauty of the sky. Then we started to share our stories as we used to be, and then he told me his experiences in america when he got there, when he learned about the escaped prisoner Sikorski, he became intrigue about him, he never encountered such a strong and formidable bounty as Sikorski, so his interest brought him to america, just to meet two person, first Sikorski, then Mr. Unchained, so he travels from the Philippines to america to find these two and meet them personally. But before that happened, he encountered a formidable opponent that gave him a memorable fight, he is Muhammad Alai Jr. The son of the well known Muhammad Alai. The way he talked about Alai, I can see the satisfaction in his face, according to him, he floats like a butterfly, but if he strikes, he is like a bee that stings you, his powerful punches, speed and his skill is unmatchable, that Julius is like a dead resurrected from the life, "You know Amira? I still wonder, why I am like this, I don't know who I really am" Julius said, "I thirst for a fight, but the most dangerous fight, and besides, I got these unexplainable strenght and ferocity, if I'll never control my strange nature, I know I will brought chaos to anyone" Julius explain everything to me, "Julius, the most important thing is, you able to control yourself" I said, Julius shared his childhood, he is considered as a demon child in his community, because his strenght and aggression, can destroy even someone older then his age those time.

Day by day, countless lives are added to the casualties, but the worst is.. they are children, little children, what have they done? What is their fault for experiencing such hell on earth like this? A little girl, passed away, while, she gave oxygen to her little brother, and the more horrific sight I witnessed, a little girl, age 8 years old, filled with blood, her leg is crushed and her bone exposed, blood comes out from her mouth and nose as she cried so loud, I can't take all of this, but I need to be as strong as rock, I must help the doctors, I must use what I've learned, to help my people, no matter what. After we take care of every patient, I run to the most isolated place, and scream as loud as I can releasing all my pain and sorrow through my river of tears. "To the river... To the sea... Palestine will be free.." I said while looking up to the dark sky.

(Amira's sorrow and scream background theme)