swords men

need to know pain

Has type grew he made almost everything a joke and tried to live life with a sense of humor given his father was a cold and callous man, type mostly got this type of behavior from his nanny who was like his mother and shielded him from his father has much has she could.
By age 8 he started to pull pranks on people in the gang given he knew what they did when they left the compound. Type had a gentle way about himself, even though he was brought up to handle the sword and to become a killer.
To one of his sword lessons, aawut sat criss cross to watch has 4 teens were attacking type to which he defended himself quite well with ease and steadiness.
Aawut then moved up his phone for it to play a loud noise for type not to get distracted to make one of the boys fall, the other three to render then unconscious, type kept his sword out to him for the boy to breathe heavily to gulp, aawut placed his phone away to narrow his eyes.
"What are you waiting for type?"
Type looked to the boy confused to keep his eyes to him.
"Father?"
Aawut sat up to then step to him.
"When your opponent is to this position or the only that are around you, what do you do next?"
Type flexed his jaw.
"You..... Kill them."
Aawut widened his eyes a bit.
"What are you waiting for?"
The boy snapped his head to be side to look to the boss with woe.
"Sir!?"
"You shut up. Now type, your old enough, kill him."
The boy looked back to type to breathe and hard.
"Please..... Please don't!"
Type gritted his teeth to then move back to place his sword back to keep his eyes to the boy who was quivering with fear.
"This is just practice."
Aawut scoffed, he then placed his hand to the back of his neck to grip and hard, type winced to go to his ear.
"You may have great talent for the sword, be better then I was at your age, but when I tell you to kill, I mean it! You worthless bastard!"
His father the took the sword away to then throw it to the boy to then toss type for him to lay to the floor, he moved up to put his arms behind to look to type.
"Finish him boy."
Types eyes widened to then look to the boy who made a hard face to slowly get up to point the sword at him.
"Sir, I really don't....."
"Either you kill him or he kills you. Chose."
The boy looked to type to sign.
"I'm sorry."
He moved the sword up for type to then kick him in the balls to grab the sword to use the back end to ender him unconscious.
Type step back for the sword to fall out of his hand to stare at the boy to breathe heavily to then turn his head to look at his father in anger.
"I hate you!"
"Mm. Good. Have something that drives you to kill."
Aawut stepped to him to place his hand back to his neck to then take him off, going through the hall the nanny had a book open to then look up to part her lips has she saw where he was taking type.
Oh no.... Not again.
Going to his room, aawut tossed type in to then close the door to lock to take off his belt.
"Take off your shirt."
Type stood there to breathe heavily, he then took in a deep breathe to peer his eyes to the side to be able to use something to trick his father to try to run about to leave for his father to then slap him and hard with the belt to his face to then push him back for him to then fall to the floor to his stomach, for his father to place a foot to his back.
"You are going to learn from pain my dear boy, I am not raising any pussy men here!"
Types body tensed has his father hit his back with that belt to place his mouth into a hard line, he wouldn't give his father the satisfaction for hearing him scream.
After, aawut stepped back to then grab a cigarette out to then lit.
"You are useless."
He then turned to place the cigarette to his mouth to the place his belt back to his pants to then leave, hiding the nanny watched him leave to then run in, she went straight to type who was trying to get up to go to her knees for the two to eye the other, then his eyes widened to look with horror over her, his father watched this to go to her to place his hand to her head to grip her hair to move her head up.
"You coddling him is making him weak! You are not his mother!"
Aawut then looked to type to raise an eye brow.
"Pain needs to be your teacher type not tricks, pranks or humor, you are a child of a Mafia boss!"
Aawut then moved her up to make her follow.
Type winced to scramble to get up to stumble to try to find out where he was taking her.
Going down the hall, he winced in pain, to try a few doors to then go to another to open to widen his eyes to part his lips, the nanny had her back to a desk, with her legs spread out to have her head turned to be eyeing type with tears in her eyes has aawut had his hands to her throat to be ramming himself in to be eyeing his son.
"This is your fault!"
Type made a hard face to then go to his father to grab his sword that he always had to cut into his back to help the nanny up for them to stumble away while aawut placed a hand to his back to wince.
"Type!"
Helping the other, type knew a place to then move her about to then start to push she held onto him to shake her head.
"You need to come with me, don't stay here."
"He will find me, will kill you. Please...... Please you need to leave!"
"Type please...."
The two looked back has type heard his father and other foot steps, he then looked to her to push her away to then close the door to lock to place his forehead to the door.
I have endured at much, you not living, I couldn't live through that, I...... Love you....
Type then turned to see his father breathing heavily to see the other gang members for type to sign to then throw the sword before his father's feet to then go to his knees in defeat.
Aawut smirked to then point.
"I want my son to be severally punished."
The members looked to the other to then go to type to move him up to take him away with his head hung has type couldn't help but make a few jokes. He was going to keep his sense of humor.