Rogue One: An Untamed Story

Chap 5: Behold, The Storm

Liu Yang's Pov:

The second Liu Yang returned to the hut, she knew something was very, very wrong. It was too quiet, the air too still and filled with the smell of death.

Liu Yang dropped the sack she carried over her shoulder at the thought.

The weight of the sack bore no problem for someone who had years to build up her strength. Her golden core might not be as bright and strong as other cultivators, but she was far from average.

She abandoned the sack and dashed into the hut, her heart speeding when the main door swung open too easily.

She made her way to the living/dining room, and her face paled at the sight before her. It was like a hurricane had swept into the Chen family hut, leaving its exterior as it were and only wrecking its interior.

Plates were thrown astrewn, a pot was smashed and dirt and water covered the floor. Some of Ah-Chen's toys were also thrown onto the ground without a care. A wooden duck was even broken in half, one of its halves missing. Other than the wreckage, no one seemed to be home.

"No." Liu Yang gasped and her hands flew to her mouth. On the floor, there were spots of red. The red spots formed a trail leading to the kitchen. This made Liu Yang assumed the worst.

Her heart sped even faster as she nearly tripped in her haste towards the kitchen. The awful stench was even thicker here than in the living/dining room.

Liu Yang unsheathed Huiqing and Minzhe from their holders and stepped into the kitchen. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she continued to follow the red trail. Her eyes were glued to the floor and her legs trembled when she tried to move forward.

She prayed to any gods above that they would hear her prayer 'please let them be alive, please let them be alive'.

The red trail came to a stop, ending at a large red puddle. Liu Yang faltered and stepped back. She forced her eyes to look at where the red puddle came from, even when she already knew.

But there was a difference between knowing something and seeing it for yourself.

Clang! The hold on her daggers loosened entirely and they, along with Liu Yang, dropped to the floor.

"NOOOO!!!" Liu Yang screamed in anguish, hot tears sprung from her eyes. In front of her were the bodies of Mister and Madam Chen, their blood pooling everywhere and soaking Liu Yang's robes from where she kneeled. 

Good, harmless and innocent people, who generously offered her a place to stay without charge and treated her like family, were dead.

"AHHHH!!!" Her screams soon became wailing, and Liu Yang hunched into herself as she sobbed loudly. "Mister Chen! Madam Chen!"

Liu Yang scrambled forward and held the limp hands of Madam Chen and Mister Chen, and shook them. "Wake up! Please, please don't be dead! WAKE UP! PLEASE! DON'T DIE!!"

But the couple didn't wake up again.

Liu Yang squeezed the couple's cold hands tighter, and she cussed at the gods. She swore at them, yelling ever vulgar word she knew and had learnt. She threatened and she bargained, but there was nothing she could say that could bring the Chens back.

She yelled and screamed and cussed, even until her throat had long gone hoarse. She only stopped when grief overwhelmed her and she sobbed some more.

Innocent people were dead.

Liu Yang had failed, again.
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A/N: Dun dun dun.