God Slayer Chronicles 49 A World Of Darkness, A Dream Of Home

Song Yi's eyes shot open looking at the sword that had gone underneath Song Ping's arm, like a child play fighting and pretending to be stabbed.

Song Yi tried with all his might to pull the 'Blood Soaked Sword' out of the wall, but it was stuck! Even holding onto the hilt and using his leg to push it out didn't work.

Song Ping muttered a single word, "Fool."

He grasped onto Song Yi's wrist, "Blood Theft!"

The words resounded throughout the courtyard until its effects started to take place.

It was like bugs were crawling underneath Song Yi's skin and travelling into Song Ping's hand, with each little one of critters making him feel stronger and stronger!

With an abrupt movement, Song Ping removed his left hand, which was on the ground, forming a fist and throwing it into Song Yi's stomach!

With a barking cough, Song Yi was sent flying, landing on top of Bing Yuanshan who was still unconscious.

Rising once again from his deathly state Song Ping walked over to Song Yi, each step he took with his leather boots resounded throughout the courtyard, not a squeak could be heard.

As Song Yi and Song Ping were only separated by but a few steps, Song Yi felt a terrible hatred for the first time. The self-loathing that he usually felt in his heart had long since gone, now all that re-sided within was a hatred.

He wanted to hurt Song Ping, but he was weak.

But what was it that hurt Song Ping the most, a stab, a kick, a punch? No, what a.s.saults Song Ping the deepest is a slap. A slap to the face and his 'n.o.ble' Song Clan.

"Hahahaha!" Song Yi sn.i.g.g.e.red.

"Ironic, the son of a notorious cuckold is the one to end me! Will your kill be stolen like mothers' legs were by my father!"

The crunching on the floor suddenly came to a halt. Song Ping's feet were frozen, a deep s.h.i.+ver of hatred ran down his spine. His hands started to shake, and his eyes burnt red with blood.

His shaking hand went behind his hip, and with a sharp slice through the air, a silver dagger was removed. His eyes transfixed on the tongue of the detestable half-breed that he named brother.

He marched forward, silent and unholy.

Standing before the tainted kin, he smugly smiled, "You shall be punished for your impudence, just as that wh.o.r.e I call mother was!" His voice cracked; his eyes frenzied.

He raised his leather boot, far above his waist, stomping down upon his head. Again.

Crunch!

Again!

Crack!

Again!

His nose bent halfway across his face, his teeth falling from his mouth and his jaw slacked across his face, Song Yi looked upwards.

Hatred seethed from his mouth, unable to form words, blood poured veraciously as his tongue tried to wag about, his words were wind.

As Song Ping saw this wagging tongue, his smile grew ever wider, his eyes squinting as he did, "The prodigal son offers himself off as a sacrifice. You have to learn how to keep your mouth shut you filthy mongrel!"

Song Ping's hand grasped Song Yi's tongue, and with his other, he sent the dagger, s.h.i.+ning in the afternoon sun ever closer.

Lowering his head towards Song Yi's ear, he smiled, "This will be slow." He let out in a whisper, his voice soft and smooth, calming even.

He traced the edge of the blade over the top of Song Yi's tongue; it started to leak the red ooze as Song Yi shrieked from the top his lungs, cutting into the hearts of the onlookers.

Kicking his arms and legs about Song Yi tried to resist, yet he was powerless before Song Ping. His legs spasmed about, and his head felt like it was going to explode with pain!

His eyes went hazy, soon he was no longer in the courtyard with a broken fountain, laying upon a fat lad. Instead, he was being held, they were strong hands, covering his entire back. The arms were that of a man, hairy and thick.

He held him close, carrying him. He was only a boy back then. This man was holding his mothers' hands, whispering to them both, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry it has to be this way; I hope you can forgive me when you're older."

Like that the muscular hairy man disappeared, turning into wind. Like a ghost, he was gone, vanished, leaving Song Yi and his mother all alone.

Suddenly his once happy mother was in chains, imprisoned deep in a dungeon, a man with blood red hair held a child as well. Like his father, he was strong, but not brave or a heart full of compa.s.sion. Instead, he was unruly and selfish.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Xiao Ping, mother has betrayed us. We won't be seeing her for a while." A tear emerged from his eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Song Yi screamed from the depths of his soul, his voice piercing the ears of all around, rudely awoken from his dream, stepping into his own personal nightmare.