章 3: chapter 3
Chapter 3: Three Months Later
???? POV
Three months have passed since I met Asaki in the orphanage's basement, and since then, he has only given me one task: to spy on a woman and her little daughter for some reason. When I finished and reported all the places they frequently visited, I asked him for a little money. His response was, "Get a job; I'm not your mother." It was a strange reply, considering he said I was working for him temporarily.
Anyway, after several days of completing that task, I managed to get a job as a butcher at a small farm. The owners were kind enough to give me work despite my age. Everything went smoothly until—
"Where's my money you son of a whore?" Freed said, gripping the old man's collar.
"Pl... please, Freed, c... could you wait another month?" the old man pleaded, trying to free himself from Freed's grasp.
"Another month? You said the same thing last month! I can't trust you anymore!" Freed shouted at the old man.
"Please, Freed, I beg you... you can come live with us during this month," the old man said, tears streaming down his face.
Seeing the old man's tears made Freed release his grip. "Man..." he said, helping the old man to his feet. "Look, old man, tell me what's wrong? "
"My six-year-old daughter is in a coma... I don't know what happened, but two weeks after you came here, she suddenly collapsed. When I took her to the doctor, he told me that her muscles suddenly became stronger and that resulted into breaking all the bones in her body... Oh, my little angel," the old man said, holding his head in sorrow.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that... What's her name?" Freed asked, patting the old man's shoulder.
"Osaragi."
"Oh, a Buddhist name! Are you Buddhist, Mr. Tooru?" he asked while wearing his black leather apron.
"No, I'm not Buddhist, but my wife is. And Freed, you don't need to work today; you can take the day off " the old man said, wiping his tears.
"No, I have to work today; there's a lot of meat that needs cutting, and I don't think you can handle all of them" Freed said, turning away from him.
"Thank you, Freed. I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart," the old man said, bowing to Freed.
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Two Hours Later...
Freed stood at the threshold of the meat storage, adjusting his apron. 'There's someone outside... I can feel a strong bloodlust and the smell of something musty is filling the air'
Screech
Freed slowly pushed open the iron door, gripping his cleaver behind his back
"Oh, have you finished? I've been waiting for an hour now. I didn't expect you to be here out of all places" The voice came from the center of the store
"Who are you?" Freed asked, trying to see the source of the voice, but the darkness obscured his view.
"Sorry, I like to sit in the dark."
Tick
The man pressed the light switch, suddenly illuminating the space.
"Tsk!" Freed shielded his eyes from the blinding light
"Oh, you look prettier up close." The man stood before him, towering over Freed by a few centimeters, his muscular build evident. His open black leather jacket revealed old and fresh wounds, blood drying on his clothes
"Hmm..." however Freed ignored him and slowly closed the storage door not betting the man an eye .
"Showing your back to strangers?are you looking down on me" The man asked, veins bulging in his neck.
"We're closed... get out." Freed waved him away.
"What?!" the man asked the veins in his forhead were throbbing even more now
"I think you're mistaken, sir. This is just a simple meat store... the gay bar is in the city—"
The man cut him off with a powerful punch to Freed face.
Bang!
The punch was so strong that Freed flew to the end of the storage, smashing everything in his path including the hooked meat
"Great! All my hard work down the drain, and the poor cows died for nothing." Freed whispered, looking at the scattered pieces of meat, frustration gripping his heart.
" was it painful? That's too bad. I have alot more for you" The man approached, appearing out of the dust
Freed sighed and got up, trying to regain his composure. He adjusted his cleaver in his belt and began to think of a plan.
"What are you doing?" the man asked, bewildered.
"Nothing... I just hate not playing fairly." Freed ruffled his hair.
"Oh, you think I will not use weapons? How cute!" The man reached behind his back for something "Wait ...where is my
"Looking for this?" Freed interrupted him by pulling a hatchet from his pocket.
Seeing his weapon in freeds hands made the man charge at Freed, trying to stab him with... his right hand??
Freed tried to dodge the hand that was aimed at his neck but he slammed into the narrow wall.
Spurt!
Blood gushed from Freed's right shoulder. 'Shit ...he's too strong... Did Asaki send him to kill me?but why .... ack the wound smell like cow shit !! Did he dig his hands into one ??' Freed thought, struggling to close the wound while trying to make distance '
I can't move freely in this place ... i should find a way to get out of here '
"Do you really think I'll let you do that?" The man lunged again, trying to impale him with both hands.
Bang!
Freed jumped aside, then stomped on the man's head, trying to regain control.
'This is bad ...He stabbed my left foot!' Freed thought, trying to balance himself. 'I need to get out of here.'
Freed limped out of the storage, holding a frozen meat in his right shoulders trying to stop the bleeding by freezing it. His steps were heavy, but the adrenaline kept him moving .
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back"Gaaah !" He screamed in pain while trying to reach out his back
"Regretting not using that toy of yours?" A voice came from behind him.
'Oh NO ! 'Freed turned to see the man, blood was flowing heavily from his forhead his eyes gleaming with madness and holding a huge chunk of freeds back.
Freed then took a nearby chair trying to balance himself while looking at the man infront of him ' I can hardly see and move '
"Haha that was fun while it lasted...My name is kim Kitai... goodbye, Freed." Kitai lunged again, attempting to stab him time freed was guranteed to be stabbed because of his state.
Freed seeing kitae charging at him hurled the hatchet, aiming for his head.
Kitai raised his arms, but—
CRACK!
The hatchet sank into his forearms, nearly severing them.
"Wait! YOU LIAR !" Kitai stammered, backing away with his legs trembling in fear
Freed lunged toward him with a cleaver in his left hand. In one brutal swing, he brought it down on Kitai's shoulder, aiming to finish him.
Kitai screamed, blood spraying, but Freed didn't stop. He applied more force, desperate to cut him in half, but exhaustion gripped him. His arms gave out before he could finish.
Panting, Freed stepped back, leaving the cleaver embedded in Kitai's mangled shoulders
'I... can't keep going ' Freed thought collapsing to the floor. As his vision blurred, darkness slowly surrounded him, and everything faded into silence
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