Loss of a Father

Chapter 3- Without you

It didn't take Fredrick long to reach the local market to prevent himself from taking too long the young man made sure to only visit the stalls they needed stuff from.

Finally after sometime the long shopping trip was over he was now very tired all he wanted to do was rest at home with his father relaxing near a nice warm fire.
Fredrick started to head back home until a strange man that wore a black robe that was covering his face was suddenly standing in the middle of the pavement at first he didn't think much of it.

But the robe gave that mysterious man an eerie look to him.
The eerie looking man never said a word to Fredrick whatsoever.
At first Fredrick thought nothing much of the strange man strange in the middle of the pavement until he saw the evil grin that man was suspiciously wearing.

Something deep in his gut was telling him that something wasn't right but he wasn't overly entirely sure what they could have been though.

As Fredrick started walking straight ahead again heading back home this didn't seem like it would be very amicably possible for him, as the mysterious looking dark robbed man started to charge towards Fredrick getting ready to attack him, unfortunately for the hired assissine Fredrick was ten times quicker.

Once he was close enough he managed to successfully pull the asssissin into a headlock although he didn't want to kill him.
But as his grip never wavered it would just keep tightening by the second until the robbed man finally blacked out at his feet from a lack of oxygen.

Satisfied that the unknown attacker was now asleep he very carefully stepped over the body.

It was less than hour when he got back home but what he found strange was that the front door was open slightly and the hinges looked a bit worn out.
'This is odd I did shut the door before leaving' Fredrick thought to himself rather confused with that thought in mind and curiosity getting the better of him, the young man pushed the door open. Nothing could prepare him for what he was about to witness next, happy to be home Fredrick understandly had a smile on his face "Dad, you won't guess wha-" 

The man stopped mid sentence as his eyes travelled down to find his father's body laying limp and lifeless on the floor, the body was surrounded by a pool of blood.

He didn't know what to do for awhile Fredrick just stood there in deep shock and sorrow with his mouth gaping wide. It took him a few hours to process that his dad 'Christopher Green' was now dead.

Without the feeling of shock rendering throughout his entire body  now his feelings ranged from anger, sorrow, revenge and numbness.
Not wanting to waste another second he carefully walked over to his father's dead body, he knealed down near his father, Fredrick then held his  father's body in his arm supporting the extra weight he was now carrying.

Looking over at his father a small tear started to run down his face, he tried to calm himself but his mind kept thinking about all the memories he had with his father, thoughts and feelings combined together ultimately made the young man break down.

He didn't have anyone left now all he had was himself he felt empty as though he was just a shell of an existence.

When no more tears were left he dried the wet residue with the back of his left hand  as Fredrick's eyes hovered down looking carefully over his father's dead corpse still not wanting to believe that his father eas actually deceased.

In that moment is when he noticed a small narrow shaped knife that had a brown handle to it was deeply lodged into his father's chest, seeing this angered his more as now he knew someone had intentionally killed his father.

He also noticed attached underneath the knife was a note unsure what it might say curiosity got the better of him so he carefully reached over and started to read the contents of the note. The contents of the note angered and sickened the young man.

The note read:

Hello dearest nephew if you're reading this then I suppose my asssissin wasn't successful in killing you. Sad really you weren't able to see your father again- but no I do not regret it the only thing I do regret is not doing it sooner

Your uncle Carlisle

The young man reread the note several times making sure that he wasn't going mad and that he was imagining the whole ordeal but no sadly he wasn't it was all true.

Instead of scrapping the note he decided to keep a hold of it and carefully folded it up and placed it into one of his trouser pockets. After doing this the young man made sure that he packed all of the light essentials that he would need for his travels and put everything into a grey and brown coloured rucksack, there was one place he had to be now and it wasn't here in his homeland it was to find his uncle and get his vengeance.

Just before he headed off on his travels the young man started to dig a hole out in their back garden this hole was so that he could successfully bury his father's corpse. To a lot of avail and determination he finally managed to lift and place his father's limp and heavy body into the dirt filled ditch of a hole once the body was successfully placed correctly, only then did Fredrick start to shovel the dirt over so that the body was covered after sometime his father's body was now fully submerged into the dirt.

He quickly handcrafted a cross made out white pine wood then carefully placed it at the top of his father's burial area.

"I guess this is it dad I love you I always will- I promise you I will make sure you're avenged" Fredrick said to the burial area solemnly.

His heart was breaking by the second just knowing he wouldn't hear or see his father again broke his soul into he also felt like bursting into tears again, but instead of crying again after a lot of effort he eventually managed to swallow the sudden urge to cry, he securely placed the rucksack on his shoulders making sure it wouldn't fall at any given moment.

Away he went to start his journey of vengeance.