Flashback - George

It's 5 years ago, George is 8 years old. He's standing beside a bed, his whole head barely peaking over the bed, looking at an older woman who was laying in the bed, who had wrinkled skin, black hair with white strands, her brown eyes looking at George lovingly.

"George, my son, I'm sorry, that your childhood was like this. Taking care of an old woman like me all day long. You've never even seen your father at all. Listen George, none of this was your father's fault. Don't hate your father."

George's mother coughed up blood.

"Mum, stop pushing yourself. Sleep for now. I'll go get your medicine."

George left the shack, and went outside. The shack they lived in was extremely run down, it had two rooms, a kitchen and a room with two beds. The shack looked to be entirely made of wood, this was really bad because rain would often drip through the ceiling.

George hated walking to get medicine for his mother. But he made the trips anyway, because his mother needed the medicine. He ran out to the herb shop, his bare feet colliding with the course dirt. Around half way to the medicine shop he had to enter the magenta family's domain, he hated this.

He carefully sneaked on the stone slabs, looking left and right, trying to not get seen. However just like all the other times, he was spotted by 'them'. He turned a corner, trying to reach the herb shop, but as soon as he did so he ran into a group of 12 magenta haired kids.

"HEY, LOOK THERES GEORGE. One of the kids, inside the group of magenta haired kids, shouted. All of the other kids turned to him.

"HEY GEORGE! COME HERE!" The one purple haired kid, who looked like the ring leader, shouted. He was standing in front of all the other kids.

George froze on the spot. 'Crap.'

"I SAID COME HERE!" The purple haired kid pointed right at him in front of the group of kids.

George slowly walked forwards inching closer and closer to the purple haired kids. "MOVE FASTER, YOU DOG! OH WAIT, EVEN DOGS ARE BETTER THAN YOU! YOU BASTARD CHILD! NO WONDER YOU AND YOUR MOTHER WERE DITCHED BY YOUR FATHER."

"Shut up Alan." He murmured too scared to say it out loudly.

"Oh? The bastard started to speak? I can't hear it though?" Alan mocked George and his confidence.

"SHUT UP ALAN!" He shouted, before getting kicked and beat up by the other kids. After a few minutes the kids left him lying, shivering on the street.

"Leave him be, we have better things to do with our time anyway."

Lying on the pavement, George got up slowly and he clenched his fists, it was on this day he made a promise that he would cleanse the world of people like this.

A few years later, George was on top of an arena with his katana to Alan's neck, "Never thought you would be beaten by a bastard child? How does it feel to lose to someone worse than a dog?"

Alan nearly tried to lower his neck and bow down to George, however soon realised George's katana was still pressing against his neck, and he stammered, "D – don't kill me please, be merciful George."

"That's it? I was expecting some backtalk, I guess you're nothing without your goons." George left the stage, feeling good.

The announcer shouted, "George Magenta gets to take the Briston knight junior test!"