Capítulo 1

Pr (half assed) = Cpt. Ratchet

Part 6

Kill/Murder, the act of depriving of life. One of the most hated acts humanity can commit, and one of our innate instincts when facing a dangerous situation.

In my short life, I had seen people die a few of times. My life at that time was harsh and I didn’t know about the existence of places where people could be peaceful. But it was nothing compared to the bloody scene in front of me. My heart was beating like crazy, to the point where I could hear an echo with each heartbeat. My lungs burned each time I breathed out and every fiber of my being begged me to escape from there.

The children around me, who had woken up for some strange reason, seemed to be in the same predicament as me. Our minds wanted to run away, and survive from this madness, but our bodies weren’t responding, as if they were paralyzed. We could only wait for our end to come as the blood continued to flow into the floor.

Thud!

The mustached’s lifeless body fell on the floor with a “thud” sound, causing a loud sound, at least in our minds, and awakening us from our daze.

Among us, the first that snapped out of confusion was the justice boy. With a creepy smile and bloody clothes, he walked up to the “The butcher Jack” and looked at his face. He hesitated a bit before making a declaration I would never forget in my whole life.

- Can I be your disciple, Mr. Jack?

- No. - Jack said with his diabolic thick voice and his hand turned into a blur.

The smiling look at the justice boy distorted as streams of blood began to flow from his neck. I could see how his head slid slowly down of her neck, until it fell on the floor. The headless body stood there for a second, blood flowing out of its neck, and fell on the floor as well.

For a moment, I froze again. Although my mind was trying to figure out a way to escape from this death trap, my chances of survival were becoming thinner as the seconds passed. Or that was what I thought at that moment.

After that, Jack walked over a few steps. With his right hand, he searched for something inside the mustached’s jacket. His face seemed to brighten and his grin became more playful as he took out some documents from the jacket. From where I was standing, I couldn’t see the document's information. In my desperation, I had moved away from Jack and this “vehicle” was as large as a fire truck. Unless you had an extremely good eyesight, I doubt someone could have seen it. But I knew that it had something to do with us. What other conclusion can an eight year old child reach?

The children, who could not understand the situation, trembled every time Jack glanced at us and returned to read. No one screamed or cried, but the fear was present in every action we executed. It was an unbearable sensation, as if we were the cattle waiting our pitiful end.

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The stench of blood and piss was nauseating. After smelling it for awhile, I stopped feeling hungry. But it was a minor problem at that moment. Even if I were to have the opportunity to eat a great steak, it would be useless if I had to die because of it.

- Fine. Everything is ready!

Jack threw the book on the floor and started to observe us carefully, as if he were reading our very souls.

- Who are Marco and Erwin? – his voice was friendlier than before, but with a hint of boredom. - Did a mouse eat your tongues? Speak now or die!

The uncool boy raised his trembling hand. Another boy, the crybaby liar, raised his hand as well. He was trying to deceive everyone to believe he was me! I couldn’t believe it, the crybaby liar dared to lie to a man such a Jack!

Good job, lying to Jack only led him to his death. He wasn’t a great actor and Jack didn’t eat his lies, like hell I would call my father “daddy”. Seriously, at least you should know the one you’re trying to act like. The poor liar didn’t even have more than 10 minutes to explain his lies before Jack sent him flying through a window. Seeing this, I knew I didn’t have any option, so I raised my hand and said, “I’m Marco”.

Jack approached to me with an evil smile and put his hand on my forehead. Cold sweat began to flow from every pore on my body. I forced a smile, but I knew it was a weird one because I felt like my life was going to end soon. I could imagine my sister crying while my father was wasting the money he got from selling us.

- You’re a lucky one, you get to survive today. – said the golden devil in front of me.

I thanked God inwardly. I didn’t want to die here without having done anything worthy of mention. I had to save my sister from her master, and kick my father’s ass after all.

- Thanks Sir.

I lowered my head and a great sigh escaped from my mouth. Now I was very relieved, and at the same time, I was grateful to this man. My young mind needed a way to escape from the reality, so it created one different story where Jack had saved me from my kidnappers. But it was useless as seconds after saying so, Jack turned into a demon again.

- What a waste! – Jack sighed and looked at the other little boys.

The children were startled. It was a weird development. Just a moment ago, Jack was smiling, but now, he was looking at them with cold and merciless eyes. Something was wrong, and they couldn’t understand why.

- I’m sorry children, you all have excellent talents – he said with a wry smile. - But I don’t need these talents apart from Marco’s and Erwin’s, and I can’t allow the Empire have you either.

I could only hear a small “Eh” coming from the children before my sight was filled with that warm red. Then, I collapsed, my mind had had enough for a day and it was better for it to turn off for a time.