The MASTER of STRINGS

Chapter 1

-The Prisoner-

"Habu, is it done?"

She had been working for months just to finish her research and create the order that has been placed.

"Yes Master Metoro, just as you requested."

Sweat breaks out from her forehead as she stands  infront of him, waiting for his approval so that she can have her daughter back.

"Very well, you may go."

Habu looked at him in disbelief. She had been tired and restless turning night into day just to shorten the hours but still, she didn't get what she wanted.

"What about my daughter? You promised to bring her back to normal after I finished the product. I worked day and night just to accomplish it earlier than the said time. Please bring her back. I beg you."

She fell into her knees, sobing in her own tears. She felt weak after not having enough sleep and her body is just giving her away.

"Pathetic! Do you really think I would give her to you?  Her skills is much more valuable than your own life don't you know that? Why would I let her go?"

He hissed as he grabbed Habu's neck choking the air out of her. She wiggled in pain, kicking and punching her oppresor in a hope to free herself from him.  Just before she lost conciousness he released her, making her slump helplessly on the floor.

"That's what happens when you get in my way."

He kicked her ribs and slapped her face and stepped on her cheeks, making her turn it on his side.

"Let this be a lesson.  Because..."
He bend lower as he whipered close to her right ear.  "...there will never be a next time." 

"Master please...you promised..to... Hi..hikaru"

"Boys, take her away.  I don't want to see her ugly face again."

The men , both dressed in leather jacket and black pants caught Habu's arms and pulled her up.

"Boss, you what me to finish her?"
One of his guard said, eyeing her maliciously as he lick his lips.

"Oh no, not yet.  She can still be useful."
He waved his hand to them as two of his men held Habu's arms and dragged her along like a rug doll.  Her feet sweeping on the floor as she was being dragged down the stairs into the basement and tossed inside a small room like an old toy.

On the other side of the room was Hikaru, her eyes opened wide as she shut her mouth with her hands. Her green orbs locked at the door as her mother was being throwned on the floor, with the men not even caring if she was to hit something. Her eyes stung with hot tears as she stare at her. She wanted to hug her and hold her in her hands but the walls that separates them made it impossible.

It is only because if this small window, small as the size of a notebook that enables her to see what was happening on her old woman. Not to mention the railings that was in between them, making it hard for her tiny hands to push through it and shout her name.

"Mother, oh mother... what have they done to you?"

She cried, shouting at the top of her lungs, as she peek through the steel railings hoping that her mother was still breathing. As she scan her body she was covered with blood. There was a big gnash on her stomach, with black and blue contusions on her arms and her face was bruished, with hand marks on her cheeks, probably from slapping.