2 Dante's Plight [Chapter 2]

As I walk into my home, I see my mother taking a nap on the couch in the main room. The house has 3 bedrooms. My parents share one room, my brothers share another, and the last room I have all to myself. I assume it's out of pity due to my stats and abilities.

Even if I say I could never be a Adventurer. Even if I feel as though I'd never be a Dungeon Diver. It doesn't change the fact that I wish I could.

I think to myself as I sit at a wooden desk and pull out a notebook. As I grab the book, the paper cuts me slightly.

[-1 HP]

Luck determines everything in my life. If my luck is normal then the minor cuts don't do damage, but if my luck spikes to the underworld, there's a chance a paper cut could prove to be a severe injury. Thankfully this time my luck was only unfortunate, not horrible.

I slowly flip through the notebook to all the drawing, ideas, and dreams I've had.

I hate my life.

I think as I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

My life is meaningless, why do I even exist. Maker tell me.

I think as I close my eyes and ball up my fists.

"Why would you curse me with these abilities. And if you didn't, why would you allow the demon king to give me these abilities."

I say quietly as I close my eyes and try to fight back tears.

"Why couldn't I be born stronger. Instead I was born to he a burden to those around me. Even the simplest tasks are difficult for me."

I whisper through deep breaths while crying softly.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!"

A scream comes from outside. I stand up, but immediately freeze. As I start to step into the hallway I hear even more screaming outside.

"MAKER PLEASE!"

I hear a woman yell followed by a slam against the front of our house. I see my mother standing up, watching the front door holding a knife.

"Mom what's happening."

I say as I force myself to walk up to her. Her eyes are wide and filled with fear. Tears roll down her face, dripping down to the carpet.

"Are you guys o-."

Gregory opens the door but large claws pull him outside as we hear him screaming. I quickly pull the knife away from mother and start walking outside. As I get close to the door, the wall gets knocked down to my left as a large wolf runs in and grabs mother. As I start to lunge towards it, it drags her outside and starts ripping at her arms and face. Gurgling screams are deafening as I feel tears rolling down my face.

"I'm sorry."

I say with tears streaming as I turn and run out the front door to see Gregory tore up, but still fighting back.

"Run! Dante!"

He yells as he waves his hand at me. I raise the knife amd charge towards the wolf as it looks at me, and almost smiles. As I stab down towards it, the knife presses against its skin, but doesn't pierce it.

I sit in silence as I see several wolves standing almost 5 feet tall eating the villages people.

"No."

I murmur as I feel my heart drop. I see several people trying to fight back to no avail.

"Dante run!"

I hear my father yell as a pitchfork suddenly sticks into the side of the wolf in front of me. It growls and uses it's back leg to push the pitchfork out. It bears its teeth and looks passed me.

As I look back, I see father holding a short sword with blood streaming down his arm.

"I would've never imagined there would be a Class-C hiding amongst the trash here."

I hear a man say from behind a wolf. As the wolf lays down, I see a man with long black hair and leather armor walking towards us.

"What reason does a Class-A guild have here? WolfPack."

I hear father say as he limps towards the man. As he walks passed me he moves his lips without saying anything.

Run.

He stands face to face with the strange man. Father stands almost a full foot above him.

"Ooh, you seem to have seen a little of combat in your day, old man."

The strange man says as father swings his short sword towards him. In one swift movement, the strange man pulls out a dagger and slits fathers throat. I suddenly get pushed out of the way by Gregory as a wolf lunges towards us. It narrowly misses me, but bites Gregory's head off. I feel fear welling up inside of me as I start running.

"I'm sorry!"

I yell as I run as fast as my legs will carry me. From behind me, I faintly hear it.

"Hunt him, have your fun."

He says as I quickly dash into trees and brush. The sticks and sharp leaves cutting my as I run through the. I feel a vibration in the ground slightly while running. As I stop and look back, I see 4 wolves watching me from a few feet away.

I can't outrun them.

I think as I stumble back and fall into a pile of leaves. I quickly bury myself and hold the knife to my chest. I feel my entire body shaking as my heart pounds.

A dripping on the leaves above me. I can feel a slight dripping.

They're salivating over the kill.

I feel tears welling up heavily. Suddenly a sharp piercing pain through my leg. As I scream in pain I sit up and swing the knife towards what hit me. I see my knife dig into its eye as it yelps and runs back to the others. I look down to see most of my right leg is pierced from its teeth. My vision starts fading as the other growl and walk towards me.

I guess my life truly was meaningless.