1 Chapter 1: Drunk father
In a little village named Black Plum Village, the sun passed the horizon, causing the sky to gradually darken and the night to quietly make its coming.
The sound of the kids playing outside, wifes chatting with each others and of businesses disappeared as they returned to their home and started preparing for the night.
Only a couple wasn't doing so as in their home, screams of pain echoed: the woman was giving birth.
The woman pushed and pushed with all of the strength that she had and soon a little cry replaced the sound of screams, filling the couple's hearts with extreme joy.
The husband of the woman quickly grabbed the baby and after cutting the umbilical cord, he showed the baby to his wife and said "He has born! Do you hear Xiaoqing'er? We finally have a baby!"
"A h-he?" The woman asked, her eyes half closen.
"Yes, we have a beautiful boy" The man said all excited as he held the baby with a love un matched to anything that he had felt before.
"I'm so glad that he is a boy..." the woman said, before her eyes closed, falling asleep.
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Four years later
"Shin shin shin" A blonde haired kid with blue eyes imitated the sound of a sword with his mouth as he played around with a knife.
"You evil beasts! I'm gonna slash all of you d-"
"Stop it now or you'll hurt yourself" the mother interrupted the son's immortal like speech by taking the knife from his hands.
"But mom, i want to be like those people of the High Heaven Pavilion" the little kid protested, wanting his knife back.
"My little star" the woman rubbed her son's golden hair "You still have the time to become like th-"
But in that moment, the main door of the house opened, revealing a drunk man with a bottle of beer in his hand "I-i'm home"
"Oh no, dad is drunk again" the little kid thought seeing his father's skin redder than usual and the difficulty that the latter had to talk.
The blonde man limped towards the two of them, closing the door loudly. He was so drunk that he couldn't even walk properly.
"Mo Chen!" The woman called out her drunk husband and said "How many time do I ha-"
But a slap on the cheek cut her words, leaving the area red "H-how dare you shout to m-me, w-woman!"
That was one of the many times that he landed a hand on her when drunk.
"Y-you need to know y-your place in the h-house, bitch!" And another slap flew to the woman's cheek.
Then another.
And another.
And another.
The man then finally stopped when the woman cheeks were completely red and when she started to cough blood "T-that's it, w-women have to k-keep quiet when their h-husbands punish them"
The man's sight then accidentally fell on his son "Ah, M-Mo Fan, d-don't be scared, come h-here"
But Mo Fan was too scared to either talk or move, so he stood there without uttering word, his legs shaking.
"Come here I said!" The man raised his voice.
"Don't move, Mo Fan!" The woman shouted, turning with teary eyes towards her son.
"D-did you just dare to talk, slut!?" Another slap hit her on the cheek and another one was about to when the man got a spit on his handsome face by his wife.
"..." silence preceded the overwhelming rage of the man "I'm gonna kill you, wench!!!"
The man put his hand on her neck, elevated her from the ground and brought his wife near the kitchen counter, on which he shattered his glass beer bottle in half and then he pointed it at her throat "Let's see who spits on who now, you whore!"
The woman turned her head towards her son for the last time, tears watering her eyes. She feared not seeing her son more than death "My little star, I'll always love you"
And just like that, her throath got penetrated by the half of the beer bottle, her blood splitting everywhere, mostly on the man's face and a little part on the blonde haired kid. The knife that she previously took from Mo Fan, fell to the ground, this covering in blood too as her blood mostly spilled on the ground, where the knife was.
"Ahahahahahaha" the man burst out laughing as he retracted the bottle from her throath, making her head roll to the ground "This stupid bitch won't annoy me anymore!"
Mo Fan couldn't believe what he had just seen. He was playing and laughing with his mom just a while before and now her head lied on the ground and his father laughed as he held her lifeless headless corpse.
His eyes were completely wet as the memories that he had made with his mother resurfaced: the first time he ran, the first time he played to the playground with her...
But soon the resurfacing of his thoughts was cut when a voice, which was now that of a monster for Mo Fan, spoke "Hey, Mo Fan, did you see how men should punish their women if they are being noisy?"
"..." but no response came from the blonde haired boy, whose eyes looked at the man with an unmatched rage.
"Don't look at me like that or you'll end up like your mother!" The drunk man raised his voice against his son once again.
"Now, come here and see your mother's corpse closely" the man, who Mo Fan was now even disgust to call father, ordered to his son.
And the man seeing his son not wanting to do that, insisted even more on purpose "I said do it!"
And so, Mo Fan was forced to: he approached his mother's corpse, the stench of blood entering his nose and making him nearly throw up, the only thing stopping him from was the fear of what would the man do if he were to throw up.
"Good, Mo Fan, you're being a good kid" the man said, making the fear that poor kid felt increase, but so did increase even his anger.
Mo Fan quickly took the bloodied knife that fell from his mother's hands and turned towards the man, who, not expecting that his son would do something like this, got stabbed in the stomach and fell with his knees on the ground, the boy shouting out of rage "Die!!"
"Hahahaha" the man's laugh was now even stronger and blood came out of his mouth "You are just like me son! You are a killer!"
"No, i'm not like you!" Mo Fan retracted the knife from the man's stomach, only to stab him again and again, the blood covering his hands only increasing.
...to be continued
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