Born In A Cruel World

Prologue

"Talking"
'Thoughts'
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3rd Person View

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"Get that little brat!" A man yelled out loud as a young boy no older than ten years old in ragged dirty slightly bloodied clothing with black hair, unhealthy pale skin and storm grey eyes was running away from three men who were chasing after him.

He didn't look exactly like everyone, he did have unhealthy pale skin, but that was all due to the environment he was living in as the underground was a place of filth, prostitution and struggle.

As for why he was running these men, he just happened to steal not one but three loafs of bread just for himself alone. He didn't have a place to call home, no man to even call a Father, his Mother, who he knew was a Prostitute, abandoned him a few years back when he was no older than five.

He was a runt on the street that relied on lying, stealing and even killing just so he could survive, to keep himself fed so that he may at least won't be hungry for the next day, even if it was just scraps he was feeding on.

As he ran, he made a sudden sharp left turn into a alleyway, knocked down a trashcan accidentally as he ran deeper into the alleyway to try and get away from the three men who were chasing after him.

'Crap. I can't keep running forever... my lungs are hurting.' He thought to himself as he ran without stop until he came to a sudden halt.

Ahead of him, a brick wall that was two and a half times his height, for a ten year old that was born in the Underground, he was no taller than 5'2, but he didn't have the acrobatics to make the climb over the tall brick wall.

He turns around, hearing the footsteps of the men that chased after him, now had him cornered in the alleyway like a cat cornering a mouse. They chuckled as one of them cracks their knuckles, preparing to beat the boy to a pulp.

"You done goofed up now you little son of whore. Putting your filthy hands on those bread of mine."
A beer bellied man said as he and his two pals were getting closer to the boy.

The boy backed up to the wall, glaring at the three men that were approaching him.
"You want your bread back?"
He then threw the loafs of bread into the air, the men looking up at them.
"Then you can have them when you're dead!!"
The boy yelled as he took out a knife from his pocket, charging the three men.

The one who was in front looked back down and so did the others, only to feel a cold sharp feeling in his gut as he reacted with a sharp gasp of pain. The stab was deep enough to where it struck his vital organs, ensuring that it was a fatal blow.

"You damn brat!"
One of them yell as they threw a wild haymaker at the boy who removed the knife from his pal, ducked beneath the haymaker and jumped the man, stabbing him in the chest repeatedly.

"Die! Die!! DIE!!!"
He yelled in anger as he suddenly yanked off the now dead man by the third and was thrown onto the ground hard, making him gasp in pain, before finding a hand gripped around his throat.

"Y—You little damned Monster, you killed my drinking pals!!!"
The man yelled angrily with tears threatening to seep out from his eyes as he was choking the boy.