The Cloud-walker

Ch1: Tori

The train passed by, the tiny gaps in between put a little light on my face. I was sitting on the bench I went to most of the time, the only happy memory of my family I had happened there. The story of my family is depressing. and remembering it isn't good for me, it didn't take long until multiple people came up to me with bats asking for me to let them kill me so they can donate my dead corpse to the government, they'd be rewarded, that's how it's always been, kill for sport get rewarded handsomely. I needed money, and I could kill anyone I laid my eyes on, but I refuse to play this retarded game this government made to reduce the population. "Hey kid," one said, I ignored. "you know what we want, make this easy on yourself." another one said. I still ignored, "you ignorant piece of shit!" he said while his bat was raised in the air. Finally, I glanced over. It was weird ever since then it had seemed I was able to see past reality when threatened. Looking at him dead in the eye, his bat ready to swing for my head. I was able to avoid it just in time by using my arms to throw myself off the bench. I landed in a sprinting position and quickly took out the small, but deadly knife I always kept in my pocket and used all my lower body strength and forced my body straight at him knife first. I tackled him against the ground and stabbed him 28 times before making a fatal gash to his forehead while crazily howling at the top of my lungs and cut him like it was a machete on a marshmallow. Blood all over me, the memories starting flying back. to my families massacre. I screamed my name, Tori, the blood written name. I stood up and glared at the rest of the thugs my head tilted sideways. They were frozen in fear. I dashed at them unable to control my self while the memories were back. I dashed at one's throat and killed and then the other one's wrist, that one escaped. I walked back to the bench and sat there again gazing at the new train coming. 

What happened to my family, I would rather not remember, my dad was the top swordsman and taught me everything he knew at such a young age. My mom, was nothing more than an imbosolic psychopath. And tried to kill me cause she was scared of me, scared of my abilities and how I'd use them. And my sister never really had a care till that day, when everything went downhill. The day my dad died, it seemed like everything fell. When my mom got the news, instead of telling us, she pulled a gun out, and aimed it dead at my sister, Scarlett, she pulled the trigger and I was able to get my sister on the ground in time. And soon after I ran as fast as I could at my mom with the knife my dad gave me. And tackled her to the ground, stabbing till the screaming was no more. I looked back at Scarlett frozen in fear. My ignorance to my mom, caused my sister's death. "I wont see you in hell, I already have"
She mumbled as she pulled the trigger and shot my sister directly in the skull. I turned and looked at her dying corpse, I finished it, even after she was dead. I continued screaming and stabbing that night. I remember that night like it was yesterday, and I always will.