Red Hands

Trigger Warning:
This book contains descriptions of weapon violence, violence, cursing, murder, abuse, blood, and gore.

This is a prequel to my book, Gains Game. Go read that first! Please forgive the Spanish in this book. I am not fluent, and the only thing I had was a Spanish class I failed in high school and Google Translate. If there are any fluent Spanish speakers who want to correct me on mistakes, I would greatly appreciate it!

His hands were red. It covered his skin like paint and dripped onto the floor. It covered him from head to toe. His breath was heavy, and his body trembled uncontrollably. They were gone. He should be happy. He was free.

He wasn't, though. He killed them. His own parents. Their blood covered him. His breath hitched in his chest, and the bloodied knife clattered to the floor. What had he done? He was a monster...

No.

They hurt him. They never cared. They enjoyed watching him bleed. Laughed when he had to fear for his own life in his home. They were the monsters. They made him afraid. He would never be afraid again.