smile always, ling 1

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The Swift Killer @ "smile always, ling" part 1
by treasure
written in 10.9.04
"We had to go," he heard his father say.
Slowly, he nodded. He turned and trailed behind his father. He could hear his mother’s teary voice, reminding them to write and to return safely. He hear his little sister’s cries. He grinned slightly, trying to calm his crying heart. He bit his lips to keep his tears from flowing. He looked up at his father. There was sorrow in his father’s eyes as he looked at his son. Maybe it was wrong to bring his son with him. As if he could hear his father’s thoughts, his eight-year-old son shook his head with a look of determination in his eyes that said he was going, no matter what.
They started to walk forward, away from their beloved ones. Behind them came cries, pleas and promises. Suddenly he turned and ran back to hug his little sister and look at his mother with tears in his eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his left hand, still hugging his sister’s smaller form tightly.
"Smile always, Ling?" he whispered into her ears.
With that, he pulled away from her and grinned. He gave her his saddest smile as he turned and dashed back to his father’s side. He waved at them from his father’s side and turned once more, walking away with his father. The grin on his face faded and tears flowed…..
*********twelve years later***************************
He stopped and rested in the shade of a big tree. He glanced around the clearing. He knew he was back in the village. This was the place where he had played hide-and-seek with his sister. This was the place he used to hide from his angry parents whenever he got into troubles. This place brought back memories.
He relaxed in the shadow. Somehow, the shadows of trees had been his friends for all his life. Even on that fateful day, these shadows had protected him. He loved the shadows. They gave him a sense of security. They had been saved him more than once. The darkness of the shadows protected him.
He remembered that day when his father and uncles were devastated. He remembered every details of that day. He even remembered the faces of the soldiers. He remembered every expression on his father’s face as he dropped to the ground. He remembered the smell of blood in the air. He remembered every word the general had said to them. He remembered them even when he wanted to forget.
It had been his father’s dream to give his family a better life. He was a good swordsman. He was able to lead his troop of mercenaries towards victories. He was a good leader who cared for each of his comrades. With a strength of less than fifty, the mercenaries made up the number with their skills. All of them were eager to prove themselves worthy and to earn money for their families. Yet, everything had to be taken from them as the war ended.
"You, mercenaries, are assassins! Upon the command of your Lord who is now the king of Vein Forest, you are all condemned to death! You cold-blooded murderers, get ready to receive death!" the general they once fought alongside with had declared.
That sentence still rang in his ears.he could remember how each of the expectant faces turned into bewilderment ones. After helping their lord to obtain the throne, he had betrayed them. Instead of rewards they had expected to receive at the end of the struggle of throne, they were given death! However, their bewilderment was cut short as the soldiers started to kill them.
Fortunately, even in their shock, they knew one thing. They had to save their leader’s only son and their youngest comrade. They had treated him as their very own son if they ever had one, teaching him everything they knew to him. They tried their very best to protect him. They urged, yelled, commanded and even begged him to run, to hide and to survive in order to look after the loved ones they had left behind. He was their only last wish. Leaving with no choice, he ran in the midst of the fighting as his uncles died to protect him. He ran and ran, not because he was a coward but because he had to. He stopped at a nearby bush, concealing himself as he was taught and continued to watch the battle from afar. He prayed hard for a miracle he knew that would not happen.
And it did not happen.
He struggled to stay quiet as he watched more and more uncles dropped to the ground.
They were the best fighters but outnumbered, one to ten, they still lost. He screamed in anguish in his mind, stopping any sound out of his mouth. He could not made any sounds. One little sob and all the lives of his uncles would be futile. He fought hard to choke back the sobs. It was difficult and almost impossible when he watched helplessly when his father dropped slowly to the ground.
No! no! no! He screamed in his mind, this must be a nightmare it had to be!
At that very instant, he decided to be a messenger from Hell. He was going to be a killer. He vowed to seek revenge for his betrayed loved ones. His first victim was decided. He would bring chaos to the one who caused him this grief. The one they had once brave their life for. Yet at the same time, he fought to keep himself from joining his uncles and father. He would live for them as well as for their revenge. Though his heart was still breaking, he put on his best mask, the mask of grins. With a grin, he shall have his revenge.


Still recalling but e story goes on……. next chapter will reveal more……