Kapitel 18: Changes 1
"Xuan'er! It's too dangerous outside, stop!" Shouted a middle-aged woman, reaching with her hand to grab Xuan'er. Alas, the little girl was far too nimble, and she had long leaped from her bedroom's window, and unto the thick snow below she landed.
"Don't worry, ma!" The little girl shouted, albeit in a low voice. "I won't be caught!" Was the last thing the madam heard of her daughter, and the last sight she glimpsed was her twin pony-tails swaying about under the covers of twilight.
Ever since the slaughter incident, unnaturally calm, silent nights descended on Green Maplewood village. For one, everyone assumed there was a hidden expert protecting either the 'Yang' household or that the old grandma who offered a Silver Coin had a deeper background than her looks suggested.
The majority were inclined to believe the latter, as most have witnessed the growth cycle of both Yang Lin and his mother.
That silence had lasted a few days, everyone had been on eggshells, save for Yang Lin's mother, as his sudden disappearance dawned on her by the follow-up dawn to the bloodfest. Restless, she roamed the village and its peripheral boundaries day and night, pushing on her wheelchair wherever she could.
Some people who played their cards safe, assuming this lady was under the wing of an expert, had offered to help her explore about. Days came and went, till nobody rationalized a hidden expert, save for the few who assumed the hidden expert was protecting not the house, but Yang Lin.
"Think about it, he was delivered to her doorsteps without a warning notice, and disappeared likewise, I'm willing to bet the expert deemed the old hag unworthy of their descendant and took him back." Said, one person.
"Hmm…" Pondered another by his side, but the argument was just too reasonable to strike a rebuttal. From such debates germinated a devilish thought, and unkind rumors aimed like rocks at the fragile glass of Yang Lin's mother and her fragile heart.
"Forget about giving birth, she can't even take care of a child tossed at her door."
"The heavens did not curse her, the heavens blessed whatever soul that might have occupied her womb."
"Perhaps she is cursed, and I don't want to be infected. Kids, whenever she comes along our property again, dismiss her!"
"I second that! She's cursed!"
Likewise, days went by, and as she exhausted herself in search of her only relative in this life and perhaps the next, the old lady had to struggle against the attitude of this village's youth.
It started with shouts.
Shouts became curses.
Curses became pushes, and pushes came to shoves.
Trash and garbage began to follow this woman, impacting her person and her rustic wheelchair.
It was unknown who was the first to shout "Witch!" And toss a pebble, but that pebble soon turned into a stone, a volley of stones followed by the chants of "Witch!".
Till one day, a knife whizzed through the howling frost, piercing the woman's heart, and thus the light in her eyes diminished. This murder in plain sight horrified everyone, and what they saw was a man of great stature, followed by dozens of similarly robust men with horrendous figures.
"Ptu!" He spat aside a filthy, yellow substance of saliva before he declared, shouting!
"That's one bitch down, now where are the other three?!"
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
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FaithfulPlight Pardon the short chapters! I will upload 2 chapters on Friday(s) as compensations!