Blood of Revenge

Chapter 2

   I walked up to the entrance of the grocery store after I freshened up. The gate opened as I entered and grabbed a trolley. I strolled through the aisles because I needed FOOD!!! I ate very less since I didn't earn much.

I only worked as the book sorter at a local library which was really cooool since I LOVE reading. If not this way, then painting was my life-saver, my passion. The colours spoke to me ever since my eyes opened and I learned that we, as humans, gave all emotions a specific colour, so I just play different for every emotion.

I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water. I strolled to the bakery section, and took out dozen eggs, bread and butter. I decided to get a fillet of chicken as well. On my way to the cash counter, my eyes caught something that filled my mouth with water, my favourite bag of chips—flaming hot Cheetos!

I checked my wallet and payed for the grocery items as well as the five bags of Cheetos.

It was dark outside.

No soul, no creature, no life.

Just a few flickering sidelights I saw this eerie atmosphere everyday but it never stopped the cold that ran down my spine because of the awful taciturnity. I know, we should let silence speak sometimes but at this time of night, silence screamed.

I walked quietly humming, "Where are you now? Are you lost? Will I find you again?"

It was one of my favourite songs 'RED—HYMN OF THE MISSING'. It had a soothing peaceful tone that always made me feel better.

Out of nowhere, I heard a low whimpering voice from a building nearby. Well, curiosity killed me and so I tiptoed towards it. The best way to describe it was an abandoned, wrecked building of which many ghost stories were popular. Through the planks that were put on the window, I peeped in.

It was a total death wish.

All I saw was six men in black, holding a gun, which was pointing at a teenage boy who was probably younger than I was. He looked really bad with blood oozing out of the wound on his head. His leg's angle was so ghastly that it looked like it was broken and he was holding his bleeding shoulder with his hand.

"NOW SPEAK!" one of the men shouted.

"I don't know... I-I swear!" the boy screamed, "I don't know how or when or who took the box. I was just here because I ran away from home. I swear I didn't steal anything!"

"YOU LIAR!" The man kicked the boy's stomach, making him crunch on the floor.

I wanted to help the boy badly. My memories and flashbacks were killing me. I couldn't make the same mistake again.

"Shoot him."

"NO!" I gasped out as I picked up a brick and threw it through the space between the planks.

It hit the man who was standing with his back towards me, which made him fall. The rest turned around and shot at where the brick came from but I ducked quickly, surviving from inches.

I slid aside and found the apartment stairs, which I climbed swiftly. I heard the main man shout, "Simon, stay here and make the boy speak! The rest of you! Go find the person who made the biggest mistake of his life!"

They all scattered in different directions and all I could think of was not his life. It should be her life. In addition, I'm sure this isn't the biggest mistake of my life. I mean, seriously, I've made a hell lot of mistakes.

I leaped down when no one was in sight and peeped in from the door. I saw the man, Simon; kick the boy, trying to make them speak. It reminded me of my brother and I just waited so that the rage in me would set my body flaming.

"Hello Simon."