1 Beginnings

In a small village, there lived a poor, down on their luck family. The father known as Ezel M'Baaka, was returning from work in a furious state. He walks into his humble household to see his Aurora, a plump woman of caramel skin, playing with their only child. The boy he believed to be cursed with bad luck. His son, Ezekiel, was an average boy but was slightly smaller than most other children, he wasn't fed as much as other kids. Ezel hated his son. The reason was because the boys birth put a strain on their finances. He cost too much to feed, to take care of. The doctors expenses for his wife's pregnancy and child birth were too much on his average salary. Ezel never wanted a child but his whore of a wife wanted one. He could only think of his wife as a tricky, two-bit whore who might be messing around with one of their neighbors. His woes with her would carry on for endless days but this day was exactly the day that made him hate her and their son even more.The reason was because he had lost his job. He was fired because his employers were tired of him sleeping on the job. He worked as a gardener for a rich family that lived one village over.They did not pay him much but every time they caught him sleeping they would cut his pay. He wasn't always sleepy but it all started with the child.He was staying up late, always taking care of that shitty 5 year old boy and his bitch wife. That child was crying or saying he was hungry. Aurora would often coddle and spoil him. She knows we don't have enough money to spoil the brat but does it anyway.They were the reason, it's all their fault. He wasn't to blame, they were. If only they didn't exist. If only he was spared this pitiful lifesyle. He could get back into painting. Something most be done, something had to change. Ezel knew he had to get rid of the problem.

Ezekiel loved his mother. She was always kind to him,always caring. She always wore the prettiest dresses with her waistbands.He loved her dearly and he believed their family would be perfect if it wasn't for his father. A tall dark-skinned man, who always looked angry. That man would sometimes paint pictures and then throw it away and would sometimes hurt mother. His father called her many things that Ezekiel didn't understand and his mother would always cry. As the days progressed it kept getting worse and worse. On this day, Father walked in towards evening, looking even angrier than yesterday. I say "Hello Father." Father doesn't say anything, all he does is look at mother and me. It looked like he was thinking of something. Mother says with a wobbly voice, "Hello dear! I was able to trap a rather plump rabbit to cook. We should be able to eat it for a couple days." Father makes a "puhh," sound and walks to the kitchen. Two breathes pass before I hear a loud bang in the kitchen, as if something was thrown. Mother rushes in, yelling for father to stop. Father yells back, "Shut up, you impudent bitch. I could of gone anywhere and done anything but I had to get stuck with a fat, tub of lard like you." Father was so hurtful towards mother. He continued, "My troubles started because of you and now I'm going to finally fix it." Mother screams, "Ezel, put the knife down! What is wrong with you? Whatever it is we can fix it!" Father answers, "Oh, I'll fix it but first I have to get rid of that shitty child and his bad luck!" I felt fear creep through me. At that instant, I knew he was talking about me. He is coming to kill me, I'm scared. I could the sounds of them having a scuffle. My mother yelps a hear something getting knocked over. After the noise he came through the door holding the biggest knife I have ever seen. It was true. Why did it have to be true? Mother came rushing in, slightly limping, to stop him. She says, "EZEL, STOP! He is just a child. He hasn't done anything wrong." She placed herself between father and me.I noticed there was something thin and shiny attached to the back of her waistband. Father advanced with the knife, "Fine then. You will go first then him and I can finally be done with this family." As he advances mother pulls the object from her waist. Father rushes in and stabs her in the stomach but at the same time mother swings the object and it goes through father's cheek. They both scream in pain and pull their weapons back.I watched in horror as they stabbed and stabbed and stabbed each other. My father slicing at my like he was cutting into fresh meat. My mother kept poking holes in him.A constant stream of blood was going everywhere. Some blood splattered on my face, it was warm and revolting and I almost vomited. It looked as if my mother was losing, she wasn't steady and her,skin was losing color. I was so afraid, I was cowering in corner near my bed. A quick burst of energy caused her to stab father through the eye. She kept pushing it in further as father screamed and made rapid stabs into her abdomen. A moment later all the noise stopped. Father fell back with along metal pen sticking slightly out his eye saying in a whisper, "He really is my bad luck." He was completely covered in blood. It was mostly not his blood but there was blood all over the room. My mother is standing in front of me with a knife in her side. She turns around, her round, plump face covered in blood. She was crying while looking at me, her tears told me that she wouldn't be able to take care me anymore. She spoke, "I love you son. I love you more than anything else in this world. I want to protect you but now you most run. Run far away from here and never look back." She gestured for me to go through the back door. I understood but before I ran I hugged her with tears and said for the last time, "I love you mommy!" She patted my head as we both cried and then she quickly pushed me away. I left her and ran towards the forest in the back of the house. I ran and ran and never looked back. I am, after all, just a scared 5 year old boy. How was I going to make it out there?

Aurora did what needed to be done. She had slain the beast that plagued her family. She had to make sure he would never rise again. She pulls the knife out her side and covers the wound with her hand to slow the bleeding. She goes back to to the kitchen with weak steps. She was hurting all over but she had to make one final push. She grabbed the small amount of oil they had in cabinet and she grabbed some two pieces of flint. She slowly walked backed to where her husband was lying down. Her legs are so weak now that she falls on top of him. Some of the oil falls on her fingers. She laughs dryly and withblood flowing out of her like a river, she turns over to her back.She says, "With my last moments, I will rest with my husband. I pray to you mighty Twin Star Gods, protect my son and may he find happiness." She pours the oil on herself and her husband. She strikes the two flint against each other creating a spark, igniting the oil.Her last words are, "Ezel, life was hard on both of us but in the end I still loved you." The fire burns bright and soon the flames spread through the small living room where Ezekiel slept every night. It moves to the kitchen where there was a stove, a table and three chairs and moves to the only bedroom, where a married couple used to lay. The small house made of shabby wood is now completely on fire. A place where a happy family could have lived. The neighbors noticed but didnt do anything about it. Water is something sacred and should not be used on a poor person's house. The fire burns until midnight. No one asks any questions about the family. They weren't important in the slightest. No one will ever know what happened to that family.