The Warrior never stops

The past was even worse

"PLEASE LET HER  GO!" 

The innocent boy fell to his bloody knees, upon the rough and cold snow. He held his head, cowering and sobbing.  The boy's body was covered in bandages, a eye patch lay on his right eye, shielding it from the cruelty of his life..

Not that far away from him, lay a motion-less women lay there. Cross lashes on her whole body, the blood streaking out like a waterfall. She was surrounding by local towns-folks with huge ignited flames in their hands. 

A man came forwards from the crowd and kicked the women's stomach hard, making her flinch and spit more blood out on the frosty snow floor.

"What..did she do?" the boy pleaded, "WHAT MADE HER DESERVE THIS?!" The innocent sounds of his face was too little to melt away any of the humans' hearts. The man which kicked the lifeless women grabbed the boy from the hair and screamed fury at his face: "SHE IS INFECTED! a.. MONSTER, the WITCH WHO WOULD HAVE KILLED US!"

The boy, wide-eyed, fell from the grip of the man near the desolate women. "Mother...please wake up-" he asked, but there was no one to answer back. to even a soul. His heart sank as the women's eyes opened a slight from the corners-

The women didn't move but placed a cold hand on the boy's face. "Aoi...were you crying?" she questioned, glaring deep into his eyes towards his soul. 

"Of course i did! they just-"

A hand slapped the boy across the face hard, bruising the area. It was the women whose hand fell in grief. " You are a member of the Nagasaki Clan. Be strong, never cry for anyone. Got that?"  the women stated as she panted for her last breath. 

The boy clenched her hand, not wanting to let her go- 
"Mom... i love you so much.." he confessed, kissing the hand which he clenched with his naked lips.
"I love you too Aoi.. Please be careful.. Your uncle will take you in as your  son" she groaned as blood splattered from her mouth.

The boy thought for a while, then quickly got to his feet staring down at his mother. "Mother i know who my father is" he confirmed, moving a hand towards his holed-pockets.

"I'm so glad..Aoi please become loyal to your fath-" Before she could finish her sentence..
The boy had already stabbed a dagger into her stomach, crunching the organs and pickering to the other side. The women was wide-eyed, breathless and finally kissed the boy's cheek before she could sleep for eternity. Her body crashed upon the wet, desolate snowy floor.

The dagger was pulled out, blood shooting up and over the boy's face. His eyes were surprisingly calm and collective. Viewing this scene, one of the local folks  a baker, hit a stone at him. "Y-YOU'RE A MONSTER!" the baker exclaimed. "YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO KILL YOUR OWN MOTHER!!"

"I only did it..so you demons would not torture her to death" he muttered, placing both hands on the dead women's eyes to shut them forever.

"Heh well aren't you the clever bastard huh?" the baker laughed through his cold words, as he lifted his arm to pat the boy.

 From one.

Fair swoop. The hand was sliced off his socket, withering on the col,  wind which flew from the spiked-trees. 

"My name is Aoi. Im a member of the Nagasaki Clan, if you think we are infected demons then- go run away insects" the boy smiled in pain, trying not to shed anymore tears.

In no more than a second, the local town-folks fled. Some tripped on the ground, some held on to their children, some burned their hands on the lighted flames.

Aoi. Was left alone, once again. He glanced at the dead body and hugged it for as long as his heart cried out his pain.