The Story of Yang

Chapter 2: Survival of the Fittest

It had been a few months after Yang's family was killed. He was sitting on a street in a city. He was asking strangers for money so he could get by. He has not ate in over a month and was wondering how he could still be alive. Then he heard that terrible voice in his head, "With my energy, I can keep you alive in almost any situation." Yang screamed like he did every time he heard that voice. He was scared. The worst part for him was that voice was the only thing he had left in the world.

He could not stand that voice. It was more than just the things it said to him but just the sound of it was enough to shivers up his spine. The voice started sounding more and more like his own voice which was the scariest part to him. It was always pestering him to kill someone, to torture them and make them feel pain. It said that it would make Yang feel at peace but he knew better.

At nightfall, he went back into the alley where he had been sleeping. He saw three grown men in ragged clothing, he knew they were homeless like himself. Their hair was greasy like it has not been washed in years. They were a lot older than him and who Yang presumed to be the leader of the group had a baseball bat while the other two had old pocket knives. Yang knew they came to take what he had but he decided not to do anything about it because of how small he was compared to them.

"Yo brat, give us your money and we won't have to hurt you," said the one with the baseball bat in a foreign accent while the other two nodded. Yang was wondering where he was from, probably America. The man crouched to be face to face with Yang repeated his threat. "I d-don't want to give away my money, I need it to buy food," stuttered Yang. "You think I care about that crap?" The man yelled as he kicked Yang in the face, "we're hungry too and if you want to stay alive to eat again then you better give us what you have."

They readied their weapons and Yang knew they were going to kill him. He was wondering why this was happening to him, wasn't his family enough? That was when he realized that he was destined to die like this, alone and with nothing. He knew he was not strong enough to stop these men so he was waiting for death to sweep him away, to release him from the terrible life Wrath have given to him.

"Let me out and you'll survive," it was the voice again. "Why do you care? You love it when others die," asked Yang. "Because we're connected, I still need you, child," answered the voice. Yang was about to say no but Wrath was able to take advantage of the boy's point of weakness and take control of his body again.

The boy's soul was too weak to hold Wrath back. Rather than getting all the traits he had before, he just got red the blood red eyes. None of that mattered now because Yang had the strength and bloodlust to take care of his robbers now.

One of the men with the old pocket knives ran at Yang. He grabbed the man by his shirt and flipped him over his head. Yang grabbed the man's arm and twisted it to dislocate it then picked up the pocket knife, he was looking at how dull it was. He then stabbed the man multiple times with his own knife then proceeded to stand up. He ran at the second man who was armed with a knife and was able to slit his throat even though it was dull. He looked at the leader and smiled.

"Y-you think this means anything? I'll kill you dead!" Threatened the last thug. "Please try, although I know you won't be much of a challenge," chuckled Yang. The man swung his bat at the possessed boy but he was able to cut the bat in half with the dull knife.

"H-how did you-" the man began asking but Yang interrupted, "I can do many things, why don't you watch?" He gripped the knife and drove it into the man's neck. He looked at the three corpses and smiled, he was once again proud of his work. He picked up all three of them and dropped them in a dumpster then ran off. "I think I'll take another rest."

Yang woke up in the morning on the other side of the city. He pinched himself to make sure that he was back in control of his own body again. He had the memories of killing those men. He knew they were not bad people but just desperate to survive but he took that away from them. He tried to tell himself that it was all Wrath but his own words did not work at soothing himself.

He was exhausted and decided to lie down against the brick wall. He did not even have enough energy to pull himself into an ally. He was confused and lonely and did not think he could deal with Wrath any longer. He looked at the dull knife that Wrath used to kill those men and he knew that he was ready to die. That was when he heard a someone beginning to talk to him, "You look like you could use a friend."

He opened his eyes and looked up to see who was talking to him. What he saw was an elderly man who had a beard. He had a cane to help him walk and he wore a black kimono that had a kanji that spelled "Dragon" on the back, but his most noticeable trait were the reptilian scales that covered his arms and the white glow that surrounded his body.

"Who are you?" Yang asked. "I'm just someone who'd like to help, I owe your family a favor," answered the old man. For some reason he made Yang feel hope. The man held out his hand and Yang decided to take a hold of it.

To Be Continued...