A Slave's Wishes

Daylight broke in on the cracks of an old shack not far away from a bustling street. Dust particles hover up in the air, on the west edge of the shack a body curled up on top of the old hay. As the light slowly reached his back the door of the shack ferociously swung open.

"Wake up worm!" a child's voice shouted

"Stupid disgusting worm, wake up!" a female voice shouted

"If you're not getting up in the count of three I'll slice and your fingers one by one!" the female voice chimmed, almost happy and yearning to cut the worms fingers.

The boy curled up on the hay slowly stood up and brushed off the hay sticking on his clothes when suddenly he felt a kick on the bacl of his head.

"How dare you stand up to us as if we're equals! Disgusting!" The female voice angrily hissed

"Big sister let's tell dad!" the child suggested while pulling his sister's arm

"My father will know about this! Disgusting worm, hurry up and clean the fields!" she hissed once more and left the shack leaving him kneeling down on the ground with his head bleeding.

"..."

He slowly reached his forehead and felt a warm liquid envelope his fingers, as he pulled out his hands, fresh red blood was painted all over his palm, he stared at it for a while and balled his hand into a fist, shaking with anger. After tending to his wound by placing and old cloth he found on the shack to his forehead he went his way out of the shack and into the fields, passing the busy street as he walked.

Eyes of disgust, shame, and pity surrounded his figure, gossips started to fly here and there and whispers almost made the street seem like a giant bees nest.

"How shameful! letting his family down"

"He was always destined to be at the bottom!"

"Have you heard? They say he was a descendant of a cultivator!"

"He's a far descendant, that means he doesnt have what it takes"

"I heard his family died of unkown reason"

"Its obvious! he killed them"

"didn't he love his mother?"

"he's lost his sanity, look at him, he's almost equal to a living corpse!"

"Pitiful Lianming"

"Don't pity the damned"

The people kept chattering as he dragged his tired legs away from the street as fast as he could, his hands were balled into fists once more and his messy hair hid his facial features.

A group of men threw some tomatoes at him and the crowd laughed, soon as he came by another shop the shop owner threw eggs at him and the crowd jeered of happiness once more

There were eyes of pity looking at him, some didn't laugh or throw anything at him but they didn't dare to move and save him from being shamed as well.

As he walked away from the street to the field his eyes slowly teared up, he was sobbing silently. Chirps of birds echoed throughout the path as his feet automatically stopped in a patch of burnt grass, his body wavered for a while and turned, the burnt patch of grass led to a huge house almost monochromatic in the eyes, burned wood and ashen floors, loose signages hanging lifelessly on the posts.

He walked towards the burned house and placed his fingers in the gates entrance, his fingers gently moved and tracked the inscription on the gate and it read, "Ling Family" his fingered shivered at tracing the word family and lost power afterwards causing it to drop and hang from his body almost like a lifeless being.

With lingering pain, he held his chest and sobbed once more, as the wind blew and finally cleared up some of his hair that was covering his face, his features couldn't be emphasized because of the dirt and dried up blood on his face, however, his tired reddened eyes welled up with tears, even though silently sobbing, his eyes were crying his heart out.

A door creak ringed to his ears, he looked in front and saw the burned house's open door moving with the wind, creaking in every movement. Hearing these sounds, his lips curved into a soft gently smile as he looked at the house once more and reminisced the past where this house wasn't burned down.

Suddenly, the sounds of a whip echoed and he fell to the ground, a man looked at him with disgust written in his face, and behind him were the sibling that kicked him earlier.

"You devil! you still have the courage to show your damned face to the home you burned down?!" he scolded along with whipping his back more and more ferociously.

"You killed your family! You dont deserve to be called Ling Lianming!" He shouted still whipping his back

Lianming didn't make any sound, his eyes reverted back to being lifeless, in fact, he doesn't feel pain anymore after his back clothes teared up along with his skin.

The man stopped whipping him and pulled his hairas he knelt on his back with his fresh wounds.

"If you don't go to the field after this, I will kill you, no one would mind it afterall, you're just a worm in our family's mercy!" he told him and let go of his hair, the man then left along with his two spoiled children.

Lianming slowly stood up, his back lingering in pain and dripping with blood in every whip mark. With hands clenched once more he walked out heading to the field, before he left the burned scene behind him, the wind blew harder and his hair showed his face once more.

His eyes was filled with seething anger and retribution, he glanced back to the house once more, and swore on his heart.

"I will avenge you" his words were filled with anger, it was his promise, a promise to the dead and a wish to the living.