Chapter  1.4

Cheap Life

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Few was surprised when Rayval had Loskai following behind him. Only when the new members ask what the hype was about, the bullshit spilling out in froth didn't stop.

"That's the younger brother all the older guys talking about?!"

"Sure it isn't other way round?"

Rayval seemed calm but Loskai knee well enough that he wanted to slash his sword out.

There was lots of rugged men laying about that were displeasing to look at. Many of them were under the shelter of plastics and fabric roofs covering alleyways during the time Loskai and Rayval's father reign.

From one look Loskai immediately realise this area no longer is under the rule of the house. Stragglers hogging shelter and deals made behind backs was all there was in the cramp district.

Noone wanted to come out otherwise their spot would be taken, it was the same for those outside. No one wanted to enter such a disgusting place that those hermits saw as a haven.

Dusk was hidden and only the warmless daunting shadow of worn buildings of lime, bricks and mortar and other older, cheaper materials. The environment itself defined the state of scrubs here. Exhausted, neglected and the same old abuse.

Loskai didn't need any explainion for the state of the area. Given the knowledge he has of mother's nature, she must've spoiled herself with everything she could take. She's a very apathetic person.

"How come mother buy you a sword though?" That was something Loskai didn't understand. Giving an advantageously dangerous gift wouldn't be in her nature.

Rayval leading the way, he had his long Nike gym bag at the side of him with the strap on his shoulder. Inside was a weapon all scrubs and police alike would fear in a meele confrontation.

"I bought it with my own money." 

...

'From where?

Some short of guilt, or fear emerged. Could Loskai degraded Rayval too much? He hasn't changed that much except for his looks.

From what was all Loskai could assume from studying Rayval's small, frail and thin size from behind. Those martial arts classes haven't done much for his built so imitation was very restricted on people for him.

'Mummys boy. Mummys talent.'

That wasn't an insult if your mother was a apathetic leader of a ruthless gang. The very same person who usurped one of the most wealthiest underground groups in the town.

 Thinking back on the novels Loskai read, he felt like a minor character with his lack of personality. Just a satellite character. Neither a good or bad guy, closer to a one scene bypasser but has a potential of being a filler.

'If- if you plan to usurp mother. Where would I be in the scheme of redemption?'

 There it goes again, his own mind daydreaming again. False hope; A flaw on its own, and appearantly Loskai was good at that.

Perhaps it was because his glasses were off and his blurry vision that his mind focus elsewhere. Reasoning made him put his glasses back on, but the thought that on lookers now know of his sort vision made him want to take it off again.

 He shutted his teeth down harder. Loskai hated his weakness, much like how his brother despises his short stature and weaker body.

 As they kept travelling through, there were those who had their eyes stalking them which pierced the conscious of the two.

Two college boys seemingly harmless. One at the front whose hair was long and slick, small and thin which made him look nearly like a girl. The one was the opposite of the first. Like a guardian for the little one. Unknown to them that the most weakness one was the most dangerous one.

 A gang of topless people, stitched with tattoos from all over their torso to face, stuck their sights at the two brothers after one of them began to report as he pointed towards their direction.

 Then their provocation began. Just shouting insults and racist swears in their very spot. However, their efforts were in vain as the brothers passed them. 

Ignored, they didn't feel humiliated by such weaklings. They look like pushovers with easy change getting away. 

Two of the nine followed after the brothers, their movements done with obvious intentions that they didn't need to tell at them to stop.

"Hey! You two black shits! Stop or else I'll fucking kill ya."

Loskai fluttered his eyes down at the zipped bag. Rayval showed no hints of reaction as if he was deaf to anything that related him.

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Rayval wasn't going to do anything. Infact, the possibility of him keeping his word of leading Loskai to the location of the ax was already being reconsidered.

Besides his short sightness. The thing Loskai hated most was being deceived no matter the form, that also includes Rayval cowardly nature.

'Of course this would happen you fucking idiot! Why do I always thought that he was better than before?! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' A spike shot Loskai inner spine and into the bottom of his mush brain. His tighten jaw suddenly gritted against each other so painly that it was like he chipped the tips of his teeth.

It wasn't going to matter what Loskai did now. If he retaliated against the upcoming murders,  Rayval would leave him behind, trying to escape anything bothersome and blame him. If he did do anything, the chances of a hit and run was more than just 'likely'. It is always a certainly.

"Are you going to kill them." Loskai muttered, almost spitting his anger.

"No."

"Can I use your sword then." He asked to confirm his assumption.

Rayval denied his request.

It was always like this, even when both of them lived together. Rayval is a pretty apathetic person himself as well. He would only plead when his own life was a second from death, never forgive anyone, nor was paid back. He's a perfect survivor in the dirt. That's why if Rayval decided to usurp mother, Loskai doubt he'd fail.

'But he's a the most shittist brother one to exist, partner, comrade, and anything that involves him being vulnerable.'

Loskai stopped as Rayval finalized his decision and slightly changed his direction to the house. Not looking back or hesitating.

Loskai went in different directions, wanting to sweep away as many mold as he can before heading back home.

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The two of them felt like a cheap pair of gangsters. One a head sorter and the other only was taller by eye level of Loskai. They were laughing amongst each other by a joke that the taller, rounder one was taking up on.

"Hey, hey Mahammet. Watch this." The short one held a wide revealing grin as he pulled something out of his pocket.

In a surprise, the midget dashed at Loskai, a knife flashed in th air above his head. The knife slipped into Loskai right chest with ease, but the cold sharp edge impaled into him was a different story.

"GrrrAah!?" Loskai gasped out.

His exhaustion nonexistent in the instant. The slow moving blood flowing exploded in a burst which shocked his entire body, the momentary paralysis twisted his mind backwards with agonising pain and froze his body.

"AHHHRFG!"

'Appearantly those fucking actors who gets stab by a knife are fucking terrible at their role!'

It was a weird thing to complain but despite his thoughts rampaged, his body knew exactly what to do.

'OOHHH!" Mahammet shouted in startled awe. His fist poorly hidding his laughter.

While the midget was smiling at his feat like a champion, Loskai stared down at the oblivious midget. Even when he knew this could happen, he didn't expect his life to be so... -

-... Cheap.

It was like his life was no more than a scrub. But it was wasn't it? How can one life be more worth than another...?

Another scream unexpectedly shrieked infront of Loskai and his thumb was hot in liquid and soft stuff.

The tugging grip left the blade inside Loskai's breast which greatly relieved the paralysis. The midget was screaming horrifically with his hands over the flood of blood pouring down the side of his face.

A tear rolled down the cheek of Loskai burning skin. The revelation was so imediate that Loskai just watched the midget in suffering. He felt no remorse for the little cunt who stabbed him, nothing.

-No. Not nothing. There was something surging within him that felt so pleasant to have, more comfortable than his father's presence, greater than his false hope to see Rayval change. 

Loskai wanted to pull out the cold blade but he'd bleed out before he'd be able to be hospitalised.

Digging in his pockets, he realised he still had the knife he recently added to his collection. The high brand flip knife he forgot to take out.

Mahammet frantically trying to aid the midget. Loskai easily jabbed down the little weapon in the back of his neck and run it nearly around his throat.

Mahammet jumped back off his friend, curled backwards as he strangled his neck while the blood gushed wildly. The rich crimson blood spewed as he coughed up into the direction of the sky. His eyeballs were so close to gouging out but he fell before it happened.

Out of all his kills, this one anonymously tasted different. Was it because there was no self-justification in this kill? Was it because this time he didn't beat him to the ground and left for the dead? 

The suffocating, drowning boy who was near his second decade didn't need to be killed from an outside perspective. 

Loskai hands tingled and buzzed, tickled in the blood of another. It's not like this one is his first, nor would it be his last. So why did he feel this way?

The death of Mahammet cheered Loskai's spirit up that he'd probably forgive him for stabbing him. But he wasn't the one that stabbed him, and it was only a chance. 

The midget screams brought the rest in a rush. He was on the ground selfishly ignoring the whole world to soften the pain. To Loskai, it was... Boring. But he himself was being pitful so he didn't wait any longer to pierce he midget's skull.

Silence heavily weighted on the area that Loskai stood. The group were hesitant when they were upon the scene. It was freighting yet it goaded them to charge at the killer of their friend and member.

The names of the dead stumbled out of the more strong willed fellows. Hassling should only be a one way confrontation, but the idiot was eager and lazy to do it properly.

Mahammet on the other hand. He was a kid man haunted by misfortune and mistakes. He never partake in anything directly, but his homely charisma liven their deadbeat lifes. That chubby boy didn't deserve to die.

The older man with a sunken face glared at Loskai with unrivalled vengeance.

 "You. YOU! You're going to regret coming out of your mother's cunt!"

The rage that boiled in him made him leap hasty, however the members behind him grasped the older man as they predicted that he'll just wildly thrash around, only to be gutted by the creepy floundering kid who had a bloody smile ripped in his downcast face, his eyes hidden in pitch black pits.

Loskai, finally confident that his wound wasn't as serious as he thought grabbed the handle of th knife in his breast and slowly pulled it out.

Most of the knife was exposed outside in the dull dark, poorly glimmering the outside lights. However the knife was clearly stuck in him, he had to tweak it out to take it.

He felt a lost of short leaking of blood distinctively running out on his skin. The large stain of blood in his uniform showed no change as if to show the injury did nothing to him. 

"Come..- Come..- Come. Heheeehehee."

 The horror shock them back to their senses, especially this older one who went slack as his lips deformed into disgust.

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Left alone. All the witnesses freighten to the bone. Loskai had his shirt tied over his wound.

"I- I'm starting to understand Rayval.. I see why everything is bothersome.."

He staggered in an alley where no light from th street nor night sky could reach. He was blind and dizzy, exhausted to the point that his legs didn't feel like his own and insanely numb that he tends to forget what pain he had.

'Its not worth fighting for such a world like this..'

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'Shit.'