《Starting with Nothing》 Old Life "I HATE YOU, I ONLY WANTED YOUR MONEY ANYWAY...AND YOU HAVE A TINY DICK" That was the last thing my 5th wife said before our divorce. I knew why she was angry, why they all couldn''t stand me. I was not a good man. "P-please...I''ll give you anything, j-just let m-" Step Step Step I paid speculative attention to my wives and catered to their ''necessary needs''. Happiness, connections, status, wealth, beauty, pleasure...love. "P-plea..P-PLEASE!" No I guess the love was never there. I had never felt love for women as much as plain lust. My wives were attractive but so were others. "W-Why..a-are you doing.. this!?" I cheated on them whenever I desired, and the women I cheated with all wanted the same thing. A source of validation that lasted longer than the last. "W-wha..w-what are yo-" CRUNCHH "ARgHHHHHHHFUUCCCK!!" It was boredom. Tiredness. And fake. Those were the reasons why they left me. And I didn''t mind. To me, they were an alibi. A cover that I never enjoyed nor resented. Just a trophy for others to see and compare with their own. "F-Fuuckk...f-fuck..my a-arm" Nothing. I felt nothing after each of them left. How could I, my wives were an insignificant part of my life, just dolls to deceive the eyes of the public. Temporary, nothing more, nothing less. Step "S-STAY BACK...n-no.." It''s getting late. I wonder what I should make today. Click "W-wait..n-no...p-please.. I c-can''t..die...W-WAIT DON''T SHO-" Bang .... "Did you make sure to clean up" "It''s done" "The payments been deposited, I''m hanging up" A muscular dark skinned man disabled the Bluetooth and continued on driving in his fully black tinted car. He reached home and walked towards the entrance of his mansion. Once he got inside, he noticed the living room and the hallways all had lights on. He walked towards the dinning room and heard familiar bickering. The bickering were the ones he was familiar with, the sound of children. As he got closer and closer to the entrance, the voices got louder. "Hey, you think...it''s that...again?" Step "It... It probably is...I mean he... took his suitcase with him..today..." Step "Shhh...he''s gonna be home soon..and don''t mention anything about the call, got it!?" Step "Yeah...today''s our last-" "I''m hungrrryy" Step "Shut up! Don''t whine or he mi-" STEP The tall dark skinned man entered the dinning room and all the bickering and voices immediately stopped. The owners of the voices all turned their eyes toward the man in the black suit and erected their backs, as sweat began to pour from some of their temples. There was an eerie silence as the man gazed at all the eyes on him. They were children. Five in total. He was going to say something until one of them, the youngest one, bellowed out first. "Papa, I''m hungryyy!!!" All the other kids immediately glared at the toddler but quickly reverted their eyes back to the man as many of them gulped down their saliva finding words to say. "D-Dad...I-It''s okay...y-you don''t... have to...cook for us...!" "Y-Yeah..! We c-can... cook ourselves!" The man shook his head and went into the kitchen. All the kids followed his back and sternly shut their mouths so as not to make any sound. Even their breathing was kept at a minimum. All of them except for the toddler, who ran up to the man''s back and grabbed his leg with his tiny fingers. "Papa, I want chilli chicken!" The man looked at the small child clutching his leg, and waited till the child looked back up at him. He was going to say something, however one of the other children, a girl in her teens, quickly came and grabbed the child by his arm, and snatched him back. "S-Sorry D-Dad... he''s being dumb...W-We''ll have whatever you make...us!" "Y-Yeah...A-Anything you make...is good...No, d-delicious!" A couple of the other children immediately nodded and said the same things. However, the toddler protested till the last second. "Nooo!!! I wantt chilli chickennn! Chilli chicken!!!!" All the children immediately glared at the boy but suddenly tensed up when they saw the man looking more directly towards the toddler. The girl flinched as she saw him getting closer and quickly let go of the toddler and took a couple steps back. "Okay, I''ll go get some" "Yess!! Get the ones with gravy, lots of gravy!!" The man smiled lightly as he patted the toddlers head and went back out the front door. The children all sighed. "Fuck..that was close" "...Yeah, anyway stick to the plan, got it?" All the children nodded in affirmation, except for the toddler whom was just licking his lips. ... The children all ate chilli chicken that night and quickly went to bed after washing their dishes. The man was now all alone in the living room, looking at his bank account on his mobile app - making sure the money came in. Once he was sure the money was there, he tossed the phone aside and sat on the couch with a glass of coffee. He took a sip and immediately swallowed. Having no sense of taste, he just liked the texture of the liquid hitting the back of his esophagus.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. He pulled out his gun hidden deep within his vest and gazed at it inspectingly. He was going to clean it but his cellphone suddenly started ringing. He picked it up with one hand and didn''t answer but waited for the other person to begin talking. "It''s another hit, base is a 100k, 5 stacks, you need to reach in 3 hours- I sent you the info" The recipient hung up and the man viewed the info that was sent to him. The man checked the info and simultaneously started to clean his gun. ... The children began texting each other while they were in their rooms. [I think he''ll get the call soon, what time did it start?] [who fkin cares, as long as he''s gone I''m fine with it] [ya, we finally gonna be free] [Stfu, this is him we''re talking about - we can''t be too sure] [No, that lady gave me her word. Today''s the last day with him guys] While all the children were busy texting each other and pretending to be asleep, the toddler woke up and started heading downstairs. ''I''m hungry...'' ... The man placed his gun back within his vest and looked through his suitcase. Since there was no ''clean up'' required from him for this job, he decided he wouldn''t take it. ... The toddler tiptoed his way to his Papa''s car and opened the trunk with his dad''s duplicate keys. He couldn''t go to the kitchen since his dad was still occupying the living room right beside it, and he knew his dad never allowed him food after midnight, so he decided to sneak into the trunk where papa usually hid more food from the kitchen until the next day. ''Heheh, chilli chicken.sspp'' The toddler laughed inwardly as he found 2 boxes of chilli chicken in the trunk, however he immediately muzzled his breath as he heard the front house door opening and closing. ''Ahhh!!'' The toddler jumped into the trunk and closed the trunk on top of him. ... The man started the car and began driving towards his destination. As soon as the car took off, the children who were pretending to sleep, peered out the windows and watched the car drive off. "YESS!!! WE DID IT!" "We really...We really did it!!" "Hahahaha, tomorrow we''ll live normal lives guys!!" "Yeah, but it''s not over yet, we have to call the detective and confirm that he left" "I''ll get the phone" The kids all smiled and laughed as they finally were free from ''him''. "You know, I''m actually gonna miss Dad" "Hah, nice lie, you were the one who was scared of him the most" "Hahahaha you''re right, I was kidding, who wants a criminal for their dad" "Yeah, alright I''m gonna call her-" "GUYS!" All the kids turned back at the teenage girl. "I-IT''S RICKY...H-HE''S GONE!!" The children''s faces immediately turned pale and a sickening feeling welled up from their stomach as some of them realized what had happened. "He...H-he didn''t sneak in again...did he?" "Fuckk... he must have" "I-I''ll c-call the detective and t-tell her!" ... It had been 2 hours and the man in suit was still waiting for his ''hit''. ''Is it a detour?'' He was in an abandoned building. There was an eerily emptiness surrounding him, however the man didn''t mind. The super natural was not something that ever crossed the man''s eyes. Just as the man was about to take a step. BANG A bullet shot at his feet. ''A warning s-'' "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" ''I see...a set up'' The man put his hands up and gazed left and right at lightning speed trying to gauge the enemies numbers. Armoured men began to come out of hiding and he eventually heard the sirens of police cars and a swat team approaching him. "KEAGHEN LUKE, WE HAVE A WARRANT FOR YOUR ARREST, NOW TURN AROUND AND WALK BACKWARDS TO US" Keaghen smirked and turned around as he said however he didn''t walk backwards. "I SAID WALK BACKW-" BANG Before anyone knew what had happened - a bullet had pierced the skull of the announcer. Everyone''s eyes immediately fell on the announcer and then rushed back towards their target, however he was - gone. CRUcNCH Another body just collapsed. CRACnHcCH "ARGHHHHHHhGGHhHHH" Another soldier fell down as he was shot in the neck. The swat and police didn''t know where he was and it looked like a ghost was just downing their men one by one. "F-FIRE AT WILL" Suddenly many soldiers started firing towards one side of the forest, where they had previously seen the man. However. Step. Bang. "ARgHHHFUCKKk" Step. Bang. Bang. "HUAHBbhBHHhHHH". Step. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. "ARGHHHhHhHGGhHhHHHHHHHHHhH" The men continued to fall one by one. Not even knowing where or even how they were killed - they just continued to fall as their body''s were drilled with holes and their eyes became lifeless. Eventually the screams of the many men died out until only the inhale and exhale of their breaths reverberated in their heads and the ringing of their hearts resounded to their ears. "NORTHWEST. HE''S THERE!" The swat soldiers and police force immediately aimed their sights in that direction and started spraying their bullets. However, there were no sounds of screams or anything they heard. They kept shooting and slowly expanded the firing range gradually until a whole minute had passed. Many of them needed to reload, while the ones still firing gradually decreased their rate of fire until the others had reloaded. It was until then. A shadow. A shadow that was going at a devastating speed towards them in a zig zag that seemed to have no pattern. It was like an eel slithering through the grass. Until, the shadow stopped right in the middle of all the soldiers, in a crouching position. It was only for a split second but the soldiers saw ''him''. The man in the suit. The man responsible for the deaths of thousands and their comrades. The soldiers whose ammos had been reset immediately picked up their guns to fire but they hesitated as they saw their comrades on the other end giving that same look of hesitation towards them as well. One of them didn''t care and fired, ultimately killing one of his own. This caused the police force to panic and begin shooting as well, as the swat tried to tell them to back down. However, it was too late. The battle now became a battle of survival of the fittest. The man in the black suit continued zig zagging through the field, sliding his feet across the ground in an unhuman-like manner and killed off soldiers at an unprecedented rate. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!!" "SHI-STOOP SHo-ARGHSHIT" "A-AHHH DONT TOUCHH ME" Eventually the gunfire ceased and and a blurry of smoke lay there whistling in the area. By now reinforcements had already arrived and were just gazing at the scene that had just unfolded before them. A demon. A thought spread through everyone''s mind. This man in front of them was a monster in human clothing that killed anything it touched. Behind the reinforcements was a detective with a group of children whom all looked terrifyingly on at the devastation. The female detective hugged the children and told them everything would be okay. But the children kept on screaming Ricky''s name as tears streamed down their faces, as some of them began hyperventilating. As the kids continued crying and yelling Ricky''s name, they suddenly heard a familiar yell behind them. "Geez, why are you shouting, I''m right here!" Suddenly the kids hugging each other immediately looked towards the voice and there he was - it was Ricky. "Ricky!!" "RICKY" "R-RICKY!!!!" "YOU IDIOT!" The children all ran towards Ricky and embraced him in a bear hug, as they all began crying once more and mixing their snot with Ricky''s face. "Ewww, why are you guys cryi- ahh hey, stop rubbing my cheeks!" The children all began laughing soon as Ricky threw a tantrum. The female detective looked on smilingly at the warm site- Step. But the smile didn''t last. The detective immediately turned her head around. All the soldiers erected their backs and concentrated their aim. The children all gazed sickeningly at the silhouette, a shadow, emerging from the dust mushroom of smoke. Step. A hand came out. Step. Then the arm. Step. Then the chest. Step. Then the legs. Step. Then the face. The soldiers, the detective and the children all stood there unable to move - petrified in their soles while gazing at the man in front of them. He was surrounded by at least a hundred bodies laying dead on the ground and there wasn''t a single wound on him - not a single scratch. The man looked at the eyes of the soldiers and smiled, showing his k-9''s that drizzled a tiny fluster of blood. That was enough to stun the soldiers speechless as their bodies remained etched in place and their body hairs stood on end. For they knew the future in store for them. This monster had killed a hundred soldiers like it was nothing, and they were a measly group of 10. It was like a goldfish trying to fight a whale. It was- "It''s impossible.." "We''re gonna d-die.." "Fuck" Step. "Hiiiikk" Bang. A soldier shot in panic as the monster in human skin started moving. "What are you doing?! Fire!!!" Soon the bravest of the soldiers screamed and the soldiers all started firing but- Slash CRUNCHH Swisshh The heads of 4 of the soldiers flew off. While one of the heads was in that man''s hand, gripped so tightly that the man''s skin started to peel off. "A-AhHHhHh" "F-FUCKK THIS" "H-HEY WAIT STOP RUNNING-" Bang. Bang. Bang. The soldiers that ran away were shot down with a single bullet as they plummeted to the ground. There was only one soldier remaining. He was the brave one who had yelled to shoot. However, he had already gotten shot in the arm and abdomen, and was quickly losing blood. The man in suit looked at him with his piercing jet blue eyes. ''I''m gonna die...here'', the soldier thought to himself and relaxed a little to get comfortable for the inevitable. The man in suit pointed the gun to his head- "P-Papa...?" The man in suit suddenly turned around and his iris'' shrunk in bewilderment. "Ricky...!?" The man in suit stumbled for the first time in years in the battlefield. ''What is he..'' "Why are you...holding..a gun...Papa..?" The man in suit opened his mouth but no words came out. He just looked at Ricky as tears came out of the boy''s eyes. A sting of electricity pierced through his heart as he saw the expression of his youngest son. Step. He took a step forward, but then- "RICKY!!!!" "DON''T FUCKING TOUCH HIM!!!" "RICKY, COME HERE!! "I-I''M H-HERE N-NOW, I-IT''S OKAY R-RR-RICKY" All his sons and daughters came and held Ricky in their arms, embracing him while giving glares at their father - at him. All of a sudden 5 patrol officers and a female detective came rushing and pointed their guns at him. The detective''s arms were shaking and the officers were millimetres from shooting. The man looked at the officers. He could smell their fear from here, anyone that looked at him felt that way. He looked back at his kids and gritted his teeth, and looked back at the officers. ''Right, I''ll kill them and then we can all move to somewhere-'' "Mrs. C-Celine, p-please p-protect us...!" The teenage daughter screamed at the detective. The female detective immediately stood in front of them and held her gun up and fired at the man. All the officers fired at the same time. It was slow. All the bullets looked like they stood still to the man as he easily dodged. He could have killed all of them by now but something seemed off to him. He was thinking and everything began to fit into the puzzle. His daughter yelled that detective''s name. Why there was no target today. His kid''s talk at the dining room. It was his kids who set this up. They wanted to be rid of him. They didn''t want him in their life. They hated him. He mashed his teeth and a surge of anger pulsated inside him. He shot. "ARGHHHHHhHgGhHH" He shot. "sHItTT MY HAND!!" And he shot. "ARGHHFUCK" But he missed all of the officer''s vital areas. He was thinking. ''I can kill all of them and then take my kids some place far away...but...afterwards... ''...They would call someone else to ambush me...Then I would kill them...then take them someplace far away.... and they would do it ..again...'' "SHIT OUT OF AMMO" "COVER ME!!" ''Again, and again and again...'' ''It would never end, nothing would change... The cycle would never stop'' All the officers were on the ground, none dead but all wounded. ''There''s no point to this'' Only the female detective lay between the man and his own children. The children were whimpering behind the female detective and the detective had bullets but she couldn''t move an inch of her body, even as she gazed at the monster in front of her. Step. Goosebumps spread throughout her entire body as she couldn''t move as if in a trance. Step. She wanted to tell the kids to run, to run for their lives and not look back but nothing came out. Step. This was it. It was over. The woman looked in front of her as the man stopped. He slowly lifted his arm and dropped the gun in his hand to the floor. ''Huh?'' The man walked to her and held her hand, which held her gun, and positioned it towards his head. ''Wha..'' The detective looked at the man''s eyes. The kid''s looked away from the scene in fear. The soldier looked in curiosity. Ricky looked at his dad as he held the woman''s gun towards his own head. "Papa..?" The man smiled. "There''s more chilli chicken...in the fridge" Bang. The father of five and divorcee of five - was dead. Chapter 2 It''s dark. ...There''s nothing. A person thought to themselves. The thoughts belonged to the criminal and father of five, Keaghen Luke. Keaghen paused as if contemplating something but eventually remembered what had transpired. Ah...That''s right. I shot myself. ...Ricky, I hope he- Keaghen imagined the tears on the boy''s face and felt emotions similar to grimace, and agony. No..He''s a strong boy, he''ll manage. Drip Drip. Hm? Keaghen felt something, something tangible, viscous and slushy flowing down slowly. He continued to focus on that movement as an itch to wipe it off came over, until- Keaghen''s blue eyes suddenly flinched open and instantly exited the oblivion it previously resided in. The first thing he saw ironically were another two blue orbs piercing his own. It was a woman. A giant blonde woman. The only difference was that her gazing eyeballs were convulsing and twitching, as if in a ugly dance. After a few seconds went by, keaghen had time to adjust to the separate colors surrounding him and the environment he was currently in, but more importantly he deduced where the drops of the viscous itch was coming from. It was dripping profusely from her nostrils. Keaghen calculatingly observed the woman with great interest and observed the minute details that etched her appearance. The woman was bleeding from her nose due to injuries as her nose seemed to be broken from a physical altercation, her clothes were dirty and rugged, and ripped at many revealing locations, her face had a mixed disposition of anger and disgust plastered all over it, and she was holding a knife on her right hand pointing it towards him. Keaghen didn''t mind the knife but was more curious about how this woman was such a giant and the sheer overbearing size she had over him. Keaghen''s curiosity got the better of him and he attempted to communicate. "Ugu UguU uguuuuuu?" However, only high pitched nonsense came out of what he assumed to be his own vocal chords. ''What...'' The woman flinched and her hand holding the knife trembled. Keaghen ignored her actions and instead focused more around himself.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. He looked down further too see his own body and then he saw a tiny pair of feet. He then looked left and saw a tiny left arm, and looked right and saw a tiny right arm. He tried talking once more but the same verbal nonsense came out of his throat. Keaghen went silent. With the information present he had concluded his own height, the woman''s height, and his own existence. A baby...? Keaghen was currently a baby and the woman in front of him was not a giant but just an average female adult. Keaghen couldn''t comprehend something so inconceivable and impossible but eventually calmed down as he had been trained to do so. He was also aware of one other situation. Keaghen gazed back at the woman in front of him. This woman The woman stared back at the small baby boy in utter disgust, as her grotesque nose dripped more blood. is going She mashed her teeth and gripped the baby boy harder. to kill me The blonde woman clenched the knife in her hand and stabbed the baby in his stomach. ..... The woman kept her eyes closed as she went through with all this and felt a sense of weight being lifted from her shoulders once she felt the knife entering the baby''s abdomen. However, she shuddered when she felt warm ooze flowing down her hand and her whole body started to shake as the image of what she was about to see would haunt her, but she knew she had to still persevere. The woman opened her eyes slowly, and hesitatingly, only looking at her hand first and avoiding the baby all together. She immediately flinched at the blood splattered all over her hand. "B-Bloo-Hiiii" She wanted to just run away as her mind was screaming to go but her body remained sickeningly to the ground as a part of her was curious to see the outcome of the baby. She slowly moved her pupils to the dead baby in front of her, inch by inch, curiosity now overcoming all her senses. However, that curiosity completely shattered her mind when she gazed directly at the baby''s face in front of her. Blood was dripping from the knife impaled to his stomach and some from his mouth. But that wasn''t what terrified her, no- The baby was looking directly at her, blinking in quick milliseconds. He was still - alive. The woman felt a sickening needle like pain inside her stomach as bile started forcing its way up her throat and immediately caused her to throw up, getting some on the baby. The blood from his stomach mixed with some of the slosh from her digestive tracts making the woman want to wince away in disgust, however she couldn''t. Her eyes were glued to the baby boy who was still alive, whom was breathing so frantically as if he wanted to live. He wasn''t even crying. The woman began to think the boy was in so much pain that he couldn''t even cry. This thought made her heart wrench and caused a seed of guilt to be implanted in her mind as all forms of emotion she had felt for the boy slowly began to disappear. "..Uuu..uu.." "!!??" The woman immediately listened to the boy, the boy she had tried to kill, as it tried to speak its last breath. She couldn''t bear to watch this any longer. She closed her eyes and immediately grabbed the knife from the boy''s stomach, ignoring the splashing blood and flesh bouncing off the rebound, and raised it high into the sky, her whole body trembling as she did so. ''I-I''ll end i-it with t-this!'' The woman clenched her teeth as she ignored the stinging pain in her heart and got ready to bring her arm down. However, she opened her eyes just one last time to look at the boy, the baby boy. As her knife came down - and fell to the ground, beside the boy. The boy was there with his stomach cut open, smiling so bitterly and trying its best to put his arms upwards. Upwards towards her. His own Mother. That''s when the pain came rushing in. Something inside the woman''s heart cracked and the overbearing guilt of her trying to kill her baby, her own baby, the baby that had her own eyes, came swooping in at last. "A-A-AAaaAAAAAAaaAAAAAaA!!!!" The woman screamed a horror filled cry throughout the alleyway and immediately grabbed the baby''s arms but hesitated when she did. His arms were so delicate, were so tiny, and were so weak. Tears strolled down the woman''s eyes and mixed in with her blood. "IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSO..HIC...IMSORRY..HIC" She looked at the knife as she started hyperventilating and quickly regretted everything she had done now. "Cough...cough" However, her pupils quickly shrunk in horror as her baby spat out more blood from his coughing. "A-AhHH!A-AhHH!!" The woman screamed anxiously as she was still grasping for air but quickly held up the baby with her shaking arms and ran out of the alleyway. Chapter 2 - Regret Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Keaghen slowly opened his eyes and immediately felt an exhausting pain as he gained consciousness. He breathed in a quickened pace sucking in the oxygen and exhaling the carbon output, ignoring the pain, and moved on to gaze at his new surroundings. He was in a small dirty hut, there wasn''t much other than a small pot to the left, some dirty clothes laying on the mud to the right and himself snuggled in multiple pieces of messy cloth. ''Where is this..'' Keaghen tried moving his arms, however the pain he was ignoring got worse. ''Shit...'' He started examining his memories and pieced together how he got in this mess. ''...That stupid woman...Why didn''t she kill me'' Keaghen was contemplating on the confusing actions of the woman. He was sure the woman was dead set on murdering him and he gladly accepted the matter, even going as far as to open his arms to make it easier for her to get it done with in a timely manner, but she hesitated and started spouting all types of nonsense in the end. "...chu" Keaghen tried clicking his tongue but he hadn''t developed teeth yet, as only a slushy sound came out of his mouth. ''Whatever...At this rate-'' Keaghen moved only his irises down towards the aching pain that was his abdomen. ''I''ll still die'' Keaghen was curious about his situation but it was just out of curiosity, he had no qualms about dying and felt that he deserved it as his purpose in life was gone. His children would never see him again. He was glad, he couldn''t bear it when he found out his children were the ones who wanted him dead. They were the only ones who kept his sanity in check, the ones who made it so he didn''t fall into complete madness but everything crashed after that incident and he lost all reason to live at that point. It was the same now. Keaghen began moving his arms and legs, and flinched at the needle like pain that spread from his small back to his brain. Keaghen noticed the blood from the abdomen spreading out once more and began smiling as the cloth covering it began getting soaked in red. ''It''ll be over soon'' Keaghen continuously moved his body and grinned at the blood loss as he welcomed death''s grace. Just as the blood began flowing once more, Keaghen heard a loud wooden thud coming from the middle of the hut. ''Great...''This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. It was the blonde woman. The blonde woman entered the Hut panting heavily from a lack of breath, sweat drizzling from her pale forehead, as she gazed at the baby. When she saw the baby''s wounds open up again she immediately yelled and rushed forward frantically. "!@*@#&*!?!!" The blonde woman patted the baby''s forehead gently with her shaking arms, while spouting incoherent gibberish that Keaghen didn''t understand nor recognize. ''What is she saying..'' Keaghen stopped prancing around and silently observed the shaking woman as she began to try to comfort him. The woman continued massaging his forehead with one hand and with her other hand, she had with her a small pouch made of dirty cloth. She quickly unzipped the pouch and dipped her hand in what appeared to be a green viscous like substance. Keaghen gazed at that momentarily and gazed back at the woman as she began revealing his bleeding stomach. The woman hesitatingly began to spread the substance over the cut that was seen on the baby''s belly and gently began to tap the outer layers of the cut with a clean cloth she had on hand. Keaghen continued observing the woman giving him treatment and observed her wholly once more. Her skin was pale but it lacked a look of healthiness, her cheeks were hollowed from what he assumed to be lack of nutrition and starvation, and her figure was all skin and bones, to the point you could see the outlines of her bones on her twig-like wrist. As Keaghen continued observing her, he deduced the woman was actually no more than a girl that couldn''t be older than 17 judging by her height and the lack of wrinkles anywhere on her face. She looked older due to malnutrition and the state that her body was in but she was in essence a child herself. "@#*&^" Keaghen turned his irises back towards the woman''s eyes. She started saying words he couldn''t understand again. However, this time she was pointing towards him with an exhausted smile. She repeated the same gibberish again, however this time it was very short. "@#*&^" Keaghen looked at her in confusion but kept staring at her in curiosity. The woman''s smile grew deeper. "@#h&^" She kept repeating that sound as she kept pointing her finger at Keaghen. "@#han" Keaghen blinked a bit more as he became interested in the word that she was trying to convey. "Rohan" ''Rohan..?'' "Rohan!" The woman worded the word a bit louder as she smiled more exuberantly at the baby, wondering if he understood. Keaghen blinked slower and understood what it meant. ''You''re naming me Rohan..?'' Keaghen inwardly sighed and closed his eyes as exhaustion took over his body. A single thought played in his mind as he went unconscious. ''Why..'' The woman gazed at the baby as he slowly fell asleep. He was breathing in small breaths and sleeping with such a peaceful expression. She began to gently caress his head back and forth with her right hand. She looked at his wounds and breathed a sigh of relief as the wounds weren''t spurting out any more blood. ''The wounds seemed to be okay but Rohan never cried...'' The woman thought it odd that her baby never cried even when his wounds were open and even when she... The woman bit her lips, when she thought about how she not long ago tried to kill her child. She gazed back at the boy and then contemplated on the reason why he wouldn''t cry. ''Is...Is it because he has foul blood...?'' The blonde shook her head. ''No...He hasn''t done anything wrong, there''s nothing foul with him! Maybe he can''t feel pain?'' The woman compared her child with all the other baby''s she had met in her lifetime and all of them had always cried at some point when they were in discomfort or even when they were hungry. The woman then thought back to the way Rohan kept looking at her, more peculiarly the medicine she was applying. She had then came up with the name Rohan, as it was a name for healing, in hopes that her child would at the very least live... The woman gulped saliva down her esophagus, as an anxious and uneasy feeling welled up inside her. She got closer to the child to confirm that he was still breathing and sighed in relief. ''Right...I need to get food and-'' The woman looked down to her chest. The woman moved her hands and flipped up her gown revealing her skinny bonelike stomach and ribcage. She glanced at her chest and pinched both of her nipples with either hands, trying to see if any milk would come out of them but to no avail did anything happen. ''Damn it! I..I. need to get milk!'' She looked at Rohan staggeringly to make sure he was sleeping. Once she was sure he was resting, she placed more clothes around him to keep him warm and quietly stepped out of the hut. Chapter 3 - Name Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The blonde woman, the mother of Rohan, waited in the corner of a parlor to see if any desperate men would buy her. The place she was currently standing at was within the Vindred district, the underground and black market of her city. This is where rats, whores, slaves and other illicit activities happened. "Hey! Estia! You stupid brat, why the hell are you on this street, you''re gonna scare the men away!" Estia, Rohan''s mother, quickly looked toward the woman who yelled her name and stared at an annoyed older red haired buxom woman standing in revealing garments. "L-Lady Relis, s-sorry, I n-need to get money fast today, p-please, could I just remain here for a bit longer, just after 1 client I-I''ll go elsewhere! Please!" The red haired woman, Relis, sighed after hearing Estia''s remark. She observed Estia and noticed how skinny she was, Estia''s face looked hollowed as her cheeks were sucked in and appeared even grayish, she didn''t even resemble a prostitute much less a normal person, and looked more like a beggar-no more like a diseased vagrant. There was even a rumor going around how she had been raped and had given birth to a child, it would explain why she hadn''t seen the skinny girl in a bit but she nudged the thoughts aside, as the blonde girl''s tiny skinny body didn''t even seem like it could handle holding her own weight much less giving birth. ''..Well, her time is coming soon...might as well'' With a sigh and gruff of breath let out, Relis showed pity towards the blonde and gave her permission to stay in the area but she had to leave after getting one client. "T-Thank you, Lady Relis, thank you!" Estia brightly smiled towards Relis showing off her haggard yellow teeth and dirtied tongue. Relis winced in disgust but accepted the girl''s gratitude and told her to move a little further from her, as her smell was making it nauseating to be within the same vicinity. Soon, more and more prostitutes filled the street along with Relis, many of whom she knew and had close connections with, as she had been one of the veterans on this street for almost a year now. "Hi, Relis" "Heyyy Relis" Many pretty and buxom ladies in revealing attires showed up and paid their graces to Relis and all of them curiously looked to the far side where Estia was standing. "Is that kid..." "Oh it''s Estia! I haven''t seen her in a while" "She looks even worse than when I last saw her..." "Tch...Thought she would have died in a ditch by now" Many of the prostitutes showed glances towards Estia, the glances were a mix of surprise, pity, annoyance, and amusement. However, eventually the whores lost interest and focused on the incoming of men that came their way.
Relis was in bed with a man beside her as they had just finished their "bonding time" and she was massaging the man''s body with the warmth of her breasts. The man felt like he was in heaven, he couldn''t help but look back at the beautiful face of Relis and instantly went to embrace her, followed by a deep tongue twisting kiss. "Mmm...Heyy, stop that~" Relis teasingly said. The man kissed her neck and went back to his side and laid her head back on his shoulder. "You''re amazing Relis, the most beautiful woman I''ve ever seen!" Relis sighed. ''So cheesy'' Relis slowly got up and sat on top of the bed, slowly beginning to brush her long hair with the tip of her nails. The man looked at her doing this and got excited looking at the nape of her butt and her skinny waist. He finally got an idea. "Hey, why don''t I buy you a brush" Relis looked back at the man, as she tilted her bare chest towards him. The man became even more excited at the scene of her busty body. Relis smiled faintly. "Will you...really?" The man grinned even deeper seeing as how innocent she looked. "Yes! Of course, anything for my darling" Relis smiled as she then jumped into his arms. "Yayy!! Thank you, Charles! I love you!" The man, Charles, smiled as he received the hug and slowly made his way to her butt with his right hand. "Then, let''s go right away! I can''t wait to get something from you!" "Huh? Uh..You mean right now?", Charles flinchingly asked, as he paused his approach. "Of course! This is the first present you''re giving me, I want to remember this moment and cherish it", Relis smiled. "Uh..", Charles hesitated. "...Unless you don''t...want to?", Relis pouted. "N-No! Of course not! Y-Yes, Let''s go get the brush right this moment!"
It had now been an hour and Estia still hadn''t managed to find a client. She glanced towards her right and noticed all the other girls had already caught a man and some were even on their second or third one. There were some men who passed by her but they showed her no interest. There were even times when she approached first but the men simply ignored her or told her they weren''t interested. Estia grew anxious as she thought about Rohan and wondered if he was awake or still sleeping. She gripped her fists tighter and was determined to get at least some money to buy some milk and food. She gazed at a couple of men walking by and tried her hand at seducing them but they just looked away in disgust. Estia frowned and returned back to her corner. If it was like this, no one would buy her and Rohan would... Estia shook her head and clenched her fists. She looked at the street exit and convoluted a scenario in her head. She had an idea.
"Wow, this brush is so nice~ Thank you so much Charles"Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. Charles erected his back and smiled deeper back to Relis. "Of course Relis, you deserve it! Hahahaha!" Relis smiled and wrapped her arms around Charles'' Right arm, making sure he could feel her breasts pinned onto his skin. Charles lecherously smiled at the sight of the peak of Relis'' boobs and gulped some saliva down his throat. Relis looked up at him and smiled noticing his eyes wandering at her breasts. She inched closer to his ear and seductively whispered. "Let''s go back to our room.." Charles'' neither region instantly hardened and his face beamed with excitement. "Y-Yes! Let''s go back!" As Charles and Relis decided to walk back, they heard bickering going around up ahead of their path. They were currently in the Melodines Plaza, known for being a hot spot for merchants, stores and street vendors, as it was quite packed and rumbling with people, a bickering was easy to spot as it disturbed the social norm. As they walked more, they got closer to the squabbling that was going on and finally saw what was happening. There was a fight, well more of a one way beat down between a man, whom looked to be a vendor, and a blonde woman, who appeared to be a beggar. "You fucking mangy rat, you dare steal from me!" The man grabbed the woman by the collar of her gown and threw her to the ground. "Ahh!" The girl yelped as her back hit the ground hard, with her head bouncing off the pavement next, causing the girl to instantly grab her head. By now many people had already gathered around and had a rough understanding of what was going on. The man was a food vendor and sold all types of generic food and ingredients to the public, and the girl, whom looked like a street rat, had probably tried to rob him of his food. The man looked at a small wooden barrel which he used to store milk and looked at the small hole that was drizzling out milk from the side, dripping lightly. The man quickly took a piece of cloth and submerged the cloth into the hole, blocking the drizzles of milk from leaking. He sighed in relief but then quickly turned his neck around and glared back at the girl that was holding her head still in pain. "Hah, look at you acting all hurt, because of rats like you, us good people have to suffer even though we have done nothing wrong! You fucking trash-like bastard!" The man got closer and immediately raised his foot to kick the girl already on the ground. However, He couldn''t. "Huh?" Someone grabbed his shoulder and slid him back in one easy stroke. The man grimaced as he felt the grip on his shoulder to be too strong for someone on the friendly side and much too tight to be someone normal. He looked back and immediately saw a glare directed towards his face. It was Charles. "A-Ah, S-Sir Charles, t-this isn''t...I''m t-the one w-who-" "It''s okay, I understand, she''s the one who tried stealing from you right?" "A-Ah Y-Yes sir, that''s right" The man breathed a sigh of relief as he found out that Charles knew the whole story and wasn''t just gunning for him. "What was it" The man quickly stiffened and stared back at Charles. "Sir..?" Charles had an annoyed look on his face as he looked back at the man. "What did she try to steal" "A-Ah yes, it was milk, Sir Charles, from that barrel over there" Charles looked at the barrel that had a cloth stuck to the side, allowing minute droplets of milk from pouring out. ''I see'' "Hmph this sneaky little rat tried to pull a fast one on me, but my eyes are better than that, these rats only have air in their heads it seems, hah!" The man complained and switched his personality after knowing that Charles had a full grasp on the story and that he was the actual victim here. "I''ll buy it", Charles said. "Eh?" The man looked on in confusion towards Charles. "The milk, I''ll buy it" The man smiled brightly. "O-Oh of course! How many lites would you like-" "All of it" "Come again, S-Sir?" "The whole barrel, I''ll buy it" The man''s eyes instantly brightened up even more and he quickly began to dump the milk in the barrel into another empty barrel, as he gave words of gratitude towards Charles. Charles ignored him and carried the barrel with one hand, and put it on his shoulder with ease, as his arm muscles flexed through his shirt. Charles looked at the blonde girl and sighed when he realized she was quivering in fear looking up at him. "You, Follow me" Charles bluntly said. "A-Ah Y-Yes!" The girl immediately nodded and stood up but grimaced at the sudden pain caused by her head, as the world shook around for a brief moment, however she ignored it and continued on walking behind Charles. After Charles walked a short distance and appeared in a corner without many onlookers, he dropped the barrel and looked back at the girl. The blonde girl flinched and looked back up at him, still trying to keep her nerves down. ''W-Will he tell the g-guards?'' The girl knew who the man was as she observed his whole form. He was a young man in his twenties, a handsome face with clear features, slightly long brown hair matching his brunette eyes, a muscular physique, and a personal guard of the Goldmers noble family - Charles. She also knew that this man was a client that frequented Lady Relis a lot and was a regular of hers. The girl gulped knowing what Relis would say to her knowing that she had interacted with one of her regulars. "You''re one of Relis'' friends right?" The girl quickly looked back up at Charles, confusion striking her eyes. "Eh?" The man titled his head at the girl''s confusion. "You''re...not?" "O-Oh...no..I-I''m not.. " "...I see" Charles sighed and closed his eyes for a short while, and then peeked back behind him. He could see Relis standing a distance away behind a store''s wooden hold, hiding and trying to peek at their conversation. Charles smiled and tapped on the wooden barrel. "Well, no matter - you wanted this right? Take it" The girl flinched and opened her mouth but no words came out, as she just continued to stare at Charles in awe. Charles ignored her and simply headed back towards the direction Relis was at. "W-Wait!" Charles stopped and turned back towards the yell. "Ah..T-Thank you..Sir" The girl hesitatingly said as she looked at Charles. Charles simply waved and headed back. The girl blushed and was stricken with wonder at how such a good person could exist, however the thought ended when another thought even greater pervaded her mind with even more wonder. The girl looked back at the barrel and smiled deeply. ''Wait for me Rohan!'' Estia was truly happy.
Charles got back to Relis and found her pretending to look at some goods at a street cartel. "Well, you''re friend''s in good condition now" Relis glanced back at Charles. "I-I don''t r-really know her..." Charles smiled lightly. "Suree" Relis put on an annoyed pout but soon whispered something underneath her breath. "Thank you..." "Huh, what was that?", Charles asked. "N-Nothing! Let''s just head back..!" Relis wrapped her arms around his arm again and started to drag him forward towards their location. "Heheh, sure" Charles excitedly smiled. He looked back at the place where he left the girl and looked back at Relis. When he first found the fight he was going to ignore it and let the normal district guards take care of it. However, when the girl was thrown, Relis had immediately gripped his arms tighter to the point of her trying to strangle it. Charles was going to ask her what was wrong but stopped when he looked at the expression she had on her face. It was an expression filled with worry, anger, and hesitation. It was directed towards the girl and the man that were in the confrontation. Charles figured she was her friend so he told Relis to wait while he saw what the commotion was about. When he got closer to look at the girl, he saw that she was measly a beggar or a poor rat and contemplated if Relis just felt sorry for her. He looked back towards Relis but she had a deeper worrying expression plastered on her face but it wasn''t directed towards him but towards the girl who was holding her head in pain now. That''s was all that Charles needed, as he immediately took action to intervene.
Estia carefully had rolled the barrel all the way to her hut and had taken only the most secluded routes she knew to avoid any lingering eyes. Once she got inside, she looked towards the one thing that made her heart pound with joy and wonder. "Rohan!" Rohan was awake, as his irises'' moved toward the side to look at Estia with no emotions to display on his face whatsoever, other than slight curiosity, however Estia had no way of knowing. Estia went towards the baby Rohan and gently placed her hand on his forehead massaging him. "Oh you must be so thirsty! Don''t worry I have so much milk now, I''ll give you lots and lots! So you can grow up strong!" ''Like Sir Charles...'', Estia thought as she blushed. Estia went to fetch the barrel and dipped a small crusty wooden plate to scoop up the milk. She brought it back up to Rohan''s neck and inched the plate closer to his mouth, however Rohan didn''t take a sip from the plate no matter how long she kept it there. Estia slightly frowned at this and then began to ponder. ''Ah Should I show him?'' Estia began bringing the plate back and forth away and closer to her mouth as if to demonstrate something. She then pouted her lips into a sucking position and opened her mouth up again revealing the location of her tongue. She then proceeded to drink from the plate to show Rohan how to drink the milk. Rohan simply stared at her but didn''t do anything else, as he simply continued blinking, as if he was pondering something. "Rohan...?" Estia anxiously poured more milk on the plate and brought it up to Rohan''s mouth again but the plate immediately dropped, as Estia''s face immediately hit the ground.
Keaghen''s eye''s shifted over to the sight of the blonde woman as she had all of a sudden collapsed to the ground. ''Is she sick?'' He looked at her mouth and found that she was still breathing as the nozzles of her nose grew bigger and smaller, however minutely. He observed the back of the woman and noticed there were more ruffles and dirt on one area of the gown than the others. ''She fell'', he deduced. To fall on her back, either she was clumsy, playing with dirt, or someone had pushed her. He then went to the head and observed a small patch of blood, mixed with dirt, sticking to her follicles on the crown of her head. ''It''s definitely a Concussion'' Keaghen deduced that she may have fainted due to brain trauma but didn''t bother delving any deeper into the matter. He continued to stare at the woman. He knew the fate that awaited this woman. She would simply die and wither away. He stared back up to the ceiling. Keaghen couldn''t care less, this woman was what he considered someone that was worthless to the world. He had seen many of these types of people in his own lifetime. Beggars, drug addicts, the poverties''. He closed his eyes and reminisced about his old life and about his own mother that had given birth to him. She was a lousy woman, one of the many whores that his bastard of a father had inseminated. He was abandoned by her before he had the opportunity to memorize her face but he eventually found her again when he was older. At first it was out of curiosity and unknown expectation that he placed on the woman, however when he saw her face and the life she was leading, he simply grimaced to himself knowing that his mother wasn''t anything special. She was a drug addict, street whore, and homeless, it was pathetic to even think that someone of that nature shared a connection with him. In the end, he simply killed her in a blazed manner as he threw a pebble through her forehead, without her even knowing what had happened, and simply continued on with his daily necessities. Keaghen opened his eyes again and looked back towards the blonde woman. ''You''re just another mutt fated to die, just like her'' Keaghen exhaled and looked back to the roof, as he steadied his eyes - welcoming his own fate. Twitch However, his sleep didn''t come. Chapter 4 - Non - Acceptance Chapter 5 Chapter 5 "Ung...Ow" Estia mumbled as she staggeringly got up while patting the back of her head. Her eyes were dazed as the world surrounding her kept spinning but eventually returned to their normal state as the dizziness faded away. She took a step forward, however, her face morphed into a frown when she stepped on the spilled milk sloshing around on the floor. ''What a waste...'' She sighed inwardly at the regrettable loss and went on to look at Rohan, whom was acutely staring back at her. Her sense of loss immediately vanished when she saw those two beautiful blue orbs gazing back at her ever so innocently. Estia couldn''t help but bring her face closer to her son''s cheeks and lightly smother him with a kiss, however, her son moved his head in the opposite direction at the last second causing her to awkwardly kiss his ear. "..." Estia tried bringing her face to kiss his cheek again however her son dodged once more by moving his head. "Rohan...?" Estia became perplexed at the sudden quick notion, it was the first time the boy had moved so quickly and showed such a quick reaction, she was partly happy that Rohan seemed healthy but the timing of his motion felt a bit too expected as a tiny seed of confusion and ache sprouted in her heart. She shook out of her thoughts and glanced back at the boy, and suddenly realized that he still hadn''t drank any milk. "...Ah, you must be thirsty!" Estia felt relief as that was most likely the trigger for her son''s sudden quirkiness. She picked up the crusty wooden plate from the floor and wiped it thoroughly with a cloth she had lying beside Rohan, before scooping a tiny amount of milk from the milk barrel. She brought the wooden platter of milk towards her son''s mouth in order to feed him.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. "Say ah~" However, Rohan continued to keep his mouth pursed and only stared at her in continued, in what appeared to be - annoyed discontent. Estia became anxious as sweat began to drip from her forehead lightly onto her cheeks. "Rohan...why? Just open your mouth..." She then tried inching the plate towards her son''s lips, however Rohan wailed his head around back and forth dodging the plate altogether. Estia became nervous as a sense of stress she hadn''t felt before starting surfacing from the pit of her belly to the back of her head. ''Maybe...He''s not thirsty...'' She contemplated feeding Rohan another time as she didn''t want to cause him any discomfort, however the irking ache of knowledge that her son hadn''t had any food for almost a full day and the fact that he was still recovering gradually won her mind over, as she ultimately decided to bare through her nerves and force her son to drink at least a tiny amount of milk today. Estia winced as she looked at Rohan seemingly glaring at her. "...Sorry, just bear with it for now...Rohan" Estia began to inch her fingers forward much too gently and began to chuck open Rohan''s mouth using the tip of her finger''s causing the boy to almost bite her. Estia''s hands and eyes flinched at the boys sudden rebuttal however she continued on plowing through trying to open the boy''s mouth, being careful as to not put too much pressure on the yanking. Eventually, after her struggles and Rohan''s agitated negations - Estia managed to get a sprinkle of milk to go down Rohan''s esophagus causing the boy to flinch and arch his eyebrows upwards, towards the platter of milk still in Estia''s hands. Estia relaxed as the stress she felt from earlier slowly began to dissipate as a calm relaxing sensation took over her mind. She realized Rohan had stopped refuting and instead went back to his neutral gaze, albeit a little more twitchy. She gently brought her right hand towards Rohan''s cheeks and sensually caressed him with the softness of her haggard fingers, slowly moving back and forth to calm him down, as she smiled delightedly into his dark blue eyes. "See? It''s not that bad" She inched her head slowly forward and lightly gave Rohan a kiss on the cheek. ...... Keaghen''s eyes shrunk and convulsed rapidly in quick succession when he felt the milk slugging around his tongue, before entering his esophagus. ''What...is this..?'' It was taste. In Keaghen''s orignal life, he was born with no sense of taste, causing him to grow up devoid of any care for the context of food other than it being a source of fuel and nutrition for his body. However, today he had found out two things. One, his body had a sense of taste and, two, that sense of taste had caught him off guard as it completely overcame all of the self control his emotions regulated, as his mind solely focused on the feeling that was rampant on his tongue. It was the first time he had felt a sense of non belonging that surmised of shock, curiosity, anxiousness, and thrill. As soon as this feeling passed, he felt the endorphins rush into his brain causing his desire to want this feeling to be present once more, as a new sense of desire swelled within his heart. Keaghen immediately looked up at the blonde woman, completely disregarding his original motive, as he shook his arms towards her and attempted communication once again. "Uguu dah uguu!" He wanted more milk. Chapter 5 - Fifth Sense Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "Sspp..Haah..." Keaghen slurped, as he finished gulping down a salver of milk. The tiny hut was empty as the blonde woman had gone out to seek work, leaving Keaghen alone with just him and the milk barrel. Keaghen took advantage of this and had assaulted the milk barrel several times to feel that scrumptious sense of delicacy on his tongue once more. However, after a week had gone by, Keaghen grew tired of the stale taste of milk and craved other forms of food. He slowly crawled back to his bed that were composed mainly of dirty cloths and sat there, as he began to observe his body, once more today. He glanced down and looked at the long scar he had on his stomach. ''It''s already healed...'' Keaghen was intrigued that the deep wound on his stomach was more or less healed already, leaving a scar as the after effect of the wound. He knew the wound was deep from the first day and expected it to attract many sorts of infections along the way, however not only did his skin recuperate but it had done so in only a week without any type of visible infections apparent. He recalled the green viscous like treatment the woman had given him and surmised that that may have played a factor in healing him so quickly. But let go of the thought when he factored in the situation and the background of the woman. ''She''s just a beggar'' It was unlikely that a medicine, if it was even that, that could heal so fast - could be bought by a lonesome begging girl. This left Keaghen wondering about his new body. His assumption was that this body healed faster than others but he had no way of proving this other than observations of the scar on his belly. What really baffled him was the nourishment required for this healing to be done so quickly. Keaghen had only drank milk since his coming to and had no other sources of food other than that. ''If I get proper nourishment...'' Keaghen smiled slyly thinking about what would happen if this body actually had proper nutrition given to it - how fast would the wounds heal then. Keaghen smirked lightly and began observing the other aspects of his body once more. He glanced down towards the skin on his body, his arms and legs, and observed the color of his pigments. It was a dark brown shade. Keaghen had a light tan on his original body but you could still make out that it was just a tan. However, this body was even darker than his original tan and resembled the color of a chocolate cookie, albiet slightly darker. ''Hm..'' He thought it was strange that he was such a dark shade of brown when the blonde woman appeared to be a much lighter shade of white than him. In the beginning he deduced her as the woman who had given birth to him but he made other assumptions as time went on. One possibility was that the woman had just taken him in but there was also the possibility that he may have inherited the genes from his unknown father, or the genes may have skipped a generation and been passed onto him however unlikely that was, as the chances were there. The other aspect on Keaghen''s mind were his current physical capabilities as a toddler. "Hnng!" Keaghen tried standing up, using his arms to push off the ground and placed strength on his legs to erect a straight pose. He was successful but keeping balance while standing was hard, as his body wailed around a lot - making it even harder to walk. But Keaghen persevered and began taking a couple of steps. "Uuu...Gahh..Guhhh..Oof!" He managed to take four steps today before tumbling back to the ground, it was a new record.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Keaghen began to pant as he got his breath and resumed moving while crawling as he normally did. ''This method...is the best for now'' Crawling was the standard method Keaghen used for transportation, as it did not use up too much energy or muscles, and did not cause any lack of breath unless he ever decided to crawl at a fastening pace. The reasoning behind Keaghen''s attempts and observations were due to his new curiosity in this life. In the beginning he had no qualms with this new body and wanted nothing more than to die, however it was different now. After having lived in this body for a week - his appetite and lust for food or more so taste - gradually became his prying notion to live and experience what this body could offer, albeit justly his tongue. It seemed insignificant at first but due to Keaghen''s selfish nature and his narcissistic views, he vowed to live through in this body to satisfy and please the needs of his palate. Keaghen smirked and looked towards the hut opening where the woman usually left and came through. ''Let''s take another look'' He pulled a sheet of cloth over his body from his bed, covering everything but his eyes, nose and forehead - and ventured out through the dark alleyway. .... ''Damn it...No one is buying me..'' Estia thought to herself as she bit her haggard fingernails in worry. A week had passed by and Estia still hadn''t managed to secure a man, or any additional money. She had wanted to sell the milk she currently possessed, but she didn''t have any additional ware to sell them in. Nevertheless, she was also wary that people would steal the barrel from her if she stayed out too late, as that was a concern that boggled her mind every time she left Rohan to go outside. As far as whoring herself went, people avoided her like the plague, as her appearance resembled sickness itself. Estia sighed and started walking through the Vindred district. Right now her goal was to secure money or additional food that she could use to feed Rohan and herself. She was worried about how long the milk would last them. She continued walking down the district in hopes that another location would spark some oppurtunity- "Well - look what we have here ladies, it''s the dirty bitch" However, it didn''t. ... Keaghen observed the many people walking by. The most differentiating thing about them were their clothes, more specifically their attire. The majority of the men that walked by wore clothes that resembled the clothing from medieval times in his world. The woman wore long gowns, with a few exceptions of some women wearing buxom revealing clothing whom Keaghen deduced were street whores, wanting to seduce the average lad. Another intriguing thing were their actions, more specifically - the body language and the way the people communicated with each other. Everyone was standing up straight, barely scrunching over while walking, maintaining eye contact with whomever they were looking at. And, when it came to communication, the people showed no signs of hesitation and spoke without any form of nervousness or uncertainty towards a stranger, for the most part. It was different from the city life Keaghen was used to, where everyone stayed to themselves, huddled up on their phones, barely making an effort to talk to strangers or interacting with one another when outside, other than the average daily acquaintance they saw from time to time. ''How simple'' It was a breath of fresh air as he gazed at the people vibrantly talking to one another with no sense of anxiety or nervousness when doing so. Keaghen loathed people that lacked the mental fortitude to hold a conversation, much less start one. And he absolutely hated men that lacked confidence when conversing - shyness was an annoyance to him. Keaghen continued to observe the populace as he stayed hidden behind some wooden trash in his dark alley, when he noticed a familiar woman. It was the blonde woman. ''Who are they?'' Keaghen noticed that the blonde was surrounded by 3 other woman. Two of them had brunette hair and the last one''s was pure black. They were wearing clothes much cleaner and more refined than what the blonde girl had on, and their overall appearance looked much healthier and smuttier as well. It was clear they weren''t in the same social hierarchy. Keaghen carefully looked at the way they had surrounded her. One had her arms crossed, the other held her head higher than natural, while the last one was pointing her finger directly at the blonde. ''Makes sense'' It was clear as day that they were bullying the blonde. Keaghen had no qualms about harming the homeless, he was the same as those three himself, but harsher. He considered people who were homeless as nothing more than the trash of society. Failures that played no part in helping a country grow, whom just existed to leech of others without giving anything of value in return. However, Keaghen didn''t want the blonde to be injured too much to the point of not being able provide for him. She was his only source of nourishment and resource to live as of the current moment. He detested the feeling of having to rely on someone but made do with it as his current body wasn''t capable of anything that would retain a source of income or stability. As he was contemplating this, one of the women, a brunette, kicked the blonde down hard into the pavement, causing the blonde''s buttocks to dust the ground it collided with. The other brunette threw a kick, while the latter black haired vixen grabbed the blonde''s hair and punched her in the eye. The blonde screamed and pleaded them to stop but that only further reinforced their swings and kicks. ''What an idiot'' Keaghen grimaced at the fact the blonde actually thought that begging for forgiveness would actually do anything. He knew, the only way to win a fight was to win by force - complete annihilation of the opposing side. He glanced at the fight with a neutral face and looked around as the beating continued. Even though there was a fight going on, no one was stepping in and there was no sense of urgency as people just walked by without a care in the world. Keaghen contemplated whether this place had any source of security like the police but it seemed the people surrounding them didn''t even bother reporting this to anyone. Granted there were a few who had uncomfortable gazes directed towards the fight, but that was the maximum emotion felt. Keaghen looked back towards the blonde and it seemed that it had ended. The blonde was lying on the ground with her eyes facing the sky as she breathed in and out frantically trying to grasp the air, to the point that it looked like she was hyperventilating on the dirt from a distance. The other three woman spouted curses, which Keaghen couldn''t comprehend, and walked away from the scene as they each spat directly on the blondes face on the ground. Keaghen looked at the scene and sighed. ''What a weakling'' The blonde woman - was crying. Chapter 6 - Weak