The Broken Boy [Edited]

The mans fist connects with the boy's face with a loud sound, and he falls to the floor.

This is the 4th time today. The boy doesn't see the reason, but accepts it either way.

'I think this is better than the knives, at least. They take a long time to heal and are bothersome to move around with.'

The man is probably angry again. This is usually how it goes then.

"You fucking slave! why don't you react anymore!?"

He screams at the boy as he is panting for air.

'I don't understand what I should do, so I will just stay quiet and lay here.'

"F-fucking hutt-spawn!"

He yells as he delivers another kick to his face, and the blood starts flowing down the boy's face.

The man looks at the bloodied face with a strange smile and turns around, walking towards the door.

He has short black hair with an unkept beard and wrinkles on his face, he should be pretty old.

It shuts with a bang and it's only the boy again in this cold, dark room.

'I guess it's time to check the marks from yesterday. I look down and see my almost naked, malnourished body full of scars and dried blood.'

The only thing covering him is a cloth over his middle regions.

he tried to remove it a long time ago, but when they came in that day, they kept beating him for hours.

So It's probably better to just let it be.

'When ma'am comes in with the knife, it takes a lot longer for the flesh to close.'

He has a few open wounds on his chest and back that he can see.

He also has a ton more on his back, where he can't see.

'I guess I will just close my eyes and I will wake up once it's time again.'

***

He woke up to a sharp object slashed across his entire chest.

He opened his eyes and saw a woman standing there gritting her teeth.

She was an older woman with neck length brown hair and brown eyes.

The boy looked down and saw a long, deep red mark going from his left shoulder to his right hip.

Soon, the blood flows down his body en masse.

The floor quickly turns red from the gray brown sand color.

He looks up at her and she looks shakingly at his chest before she turns around and starts screaming.

"Mallan! Help! We need to dump him!"

'After a few seconds, Sir comes in and looks around.'

His eyes stop at the boy with widened eyes, then move to the woman with an incredulous look.

'So his name is Mallan. I have never heard that name before. Do I have a name?'

'I look up at them and ask what popped up in my mind.'

"Do I have a name?"

They both turn to the boy and freeze.

After the shock is over, Mallan runs up to him with a metal stick in his hand and swings it at full force at his head.

It connects with the right side of the head with a loud sound and everything goes black.

The couple looks at the teenager slumped on the floor in a pool of blood.

A strange thing is that his wound has stopped bleeding and is closing at a such speed that it is visible to them both.

They look at each other, and the woman is the first one to speak.

"We need to get rid of him before we get involved with the Sith Empire."

She says while biting her nails.

Mallan stays quiet and just nods at her words.

"Leave this to me. I know some people who can get rid of him before anyone realizes."

Right after saying those words, he sprinted towards the exit of the room at full speed.

He arrived in a well lit, luxurious room with various paintings and tons of boxes.

At full speed, he rummages through one of them and picks up a small item.

It was a comlink, a tool used for communication.

He clicks it, and a loud, brief sound plays before Mallan speaks.

"Hey, I need help to dispose of someone!"

He said in a slightly panicked tone.

For some time, the comlink was completely quiet until a creepy voice came through.

"Kekeke, what is it that the mighty Mallan the scummy would want from a small pirate like me?"

It voiced in a sarcastic tone filled with amusement.

Mallan gritted his teeth and took a second to calm himself.

"I need you to get rid of a kid with possible force powers."

the other side of the comlink went awfully quiet after hearing that.

"That's no good Mallan… Like seriously no good."

Was all that it said in a neutral voice.

Mallan's eyes went bloodshot and his anger went over the top.

"Do you think I don't fucking know that! Thats why I'm contacting you, you fucking idiot!"

It was a serious offense to have a force sensitive hidden from the Sith Empire, moreover now that the galactic war as people are calling it has started.

"Fuck it, I will fix it if you pay 10 times more than the usual, and I want a ship of planet."

After he finished those words, he disconnected.

Mallan stood there, his face going through a ton of emotions.

First, it was anger, anger at the high price, but also anger at the situation he found himself in.

Then came resignation. He understands why this has to happen and that it has happened.

After that was neutrality with a mix of irritation.

Mallan used the holonet to transfer the credits to the man he contacted.

***

After around 30 minutes, 3 people show up outside the residence on BH-7X Custom Hunter speeder bikes.

They all had a brown hood with only a skull mask visible.

A big blaster rifle was also strapped to their back.

Only one of them walked towards the entrance where Mallan and the woman stood.

After a couple of heavy steps, he stopped arm's length away from them.

"Good looking, as always, I see."

The woman frowns at his remarks and scolds him.

"Shut up and do your work, pirate!"

The pirate is not faced in the slightest and just laughs quickly before speaking again.

"Well then, bring it here and we will fix it."

Mallan runs back into the building, and after a few seconds comes back out with a big blood stained bag over his shoulder and hands it to the pirate.

He opens the bag to inspect the inside, then closes it and looks up at the couple.

"Your little hobby sure looks fun."

He said with clear disgust in his voice, then walks towards the speed bikes and placed the bag on the back of his speeder.

The pirates started the speeders and took off through the streets of the city.