Blood Feud

Blood. All he could smell was blood. It trickled down his hands and onto the floor, as he held the bloody corpses of his family.

"Father! Mother! Yan'er! Don't leave me!"

The boy cried out through a face full of tears, but it would be in vain. They were already gone.

"... Blame your unlucky stars, boy."

A black-robed man looked back on the boy callously, shaking his head as he walked out the open doorway, away from the bloody scene.

The boy's hands clenched in anger, the warm blood like fire on his skin as he clutched the still body of his little sister. Why...? Why did this happen?!

He gently laid his sister's body on the floor, shoulders trembling, before jumping up and charging the black-robed man with a guttural roar.