Capítulo 2: Chapter 2: Pech Willow
Pech sat in a station for a unknown amount of time. Time didn't matter to him as he was a patient child because he had been waiting for his mother to wake back up.
After waiting some people arrived that claimed to be related to the mother and father of Pech.
Out of the ten that came, only two of the ten came close to him. The daughter of one of the people who came cried and loudly said she would also die if she came near him. The remaining seven where adults and watched Pech from a distance with eyes of caution and warning.
Pech was confused at their actions and moved two steps closer, when he did that they moved five steps backwards. The eyes of Pech became watery as he cried because he thought they hated him. They eyes of the seven looked at Pech as if he was a demon that pretended to cry to gain the pity of foolish humans and murder them when he got what he wanted. Even if it was real they wouldn't go anywhere near the jinx of a child.
Out of seemly no where a loose, heavy, and large ac that was near the ceiling of the station and was being worked on by three people, fell and collasped on the two that came near him, and instantly paralyzed both of them. Police rushed while the relatives looked at the cursed jinx of a child in fear.
Two Thousand Thirthteen > Two Thousand Fourteen
Pech was out on his own looking for food. The church never gave him enough food which caused him to look for his own. He had gotten used to rotten smell of fruit because it seemed like every fruit he touched was infested with worms or had grown old.
The people that claimed to know Pech took him and sent him to a church, not with the hope to send away the thing that infested his soul but rather to remove him from their lives. The chruch was poor but not poor enough to be unable to feed ten kids bowls of cheap cereal. The children that were once glad to finally a new friend, turned their back and ran away from the cursed naive boy.
A entire year had passed since he had seen the people in the police station and it had been a year since he had last smiled joyfully. When he cried only the sound of crying was heard, it was like his eyes had dried up every tear in his eyes. He spent everyday looking for something to fill his stomach.
Pech was now a eight year old who only fended for himself in the wilderness.
Two Thousand Fourteen> Two Thousand Sixteen
Pech was now a decade old and wished himself a happy birthday and enjoyed the the leaves that were covered in dirt along with wet sticks for a extra crunch along with rainwater he collected using buckets he found over the years.
He arrived at the chruch that was nearly empty. Most of the other kids left because they found people to take care of them, all they had to put on a cute expression and people would fall in love with them. Pech was different, the only expression he wore was a calm expression that twitched every now and then. They didn't want a child who wasn't cute and when they heard he was cursed they began to record him and posted it on their platforms.
Two Thousand Sixteen > Two Thousand Eighteen
Pech was riding in the back of a car of a squad of three. It was a girl around a similar age as him, a above average looking man, and above average looking women. They were both were rich adrenaline seekers that wanted to experience the thrill of coming in contact with the cursed child they heard so much about from the news and the gossiping internet.
Most believed he was the son of satan while others believed he was just a unlucky child. They made their own stories, the chruch allowed them to record and interview the child for a little extra money. He was being recorded everywhere he went, they followed him on foot with flashing white lights, they put camera's around the chruch and allowed people to watch him, and they sold pictures of the cursed child. They sold like bottles of cold water in a desert town. Finally after all the time of having his freedom stripped from him a family who sought thrills took him in with the hope of having something bad happen to them.
The feed him and treated him like their own child even despite their only reason for adopting him was for their own selfish desires. Over time they grew to love the Jinx of a child and allowed him to go to learn after finding out he had not. He didnt know how to properly read or write is what the couple found out after adopting him. They didn't send him to a real school because it would look weird for a twelve year old boy to be in a class of five year olds.
His mind grew sharper and he could read and write like and a adult after having everything drilled into his mind by his doting grandmother that was once a college teacher.
Pech who was now twelve decided to attend school, but after entering he decided that it was easy. He learned much harder stuff during his time with a college level teacher. He spent he days trying to make friends but they avoided him after finding out who he was.
"Son Of Satan" " Cursed Child" " Jinx" " Unlucky Child" " The Child Who Deities Hate" The last one was made by his weeb friend who thought the title of cursed child was cool, he died from cancer after giving Pech this name. The people who gave him such name where jumped by his big sister and her followers.
The family needed someone to blame and so did the school, so the Jinx took all the blame and was cancelled on the media, which was not of his concern it's not like he ever used that junk.
A lawsuit was filled and the family accused him of practicing dark arts to kill their son. To which no one believed other than the braindead mother who spouted such nonsense from stupid mouth.
The people who defended Pech laughed in their heads and thought this would be a easy case
In the end the curses child won, much to only the foolish and money hungary mother who used the death of her son to attempt to extort money from a rich family.
Two thousand eighteen > Two thousand and twenty two
Pech was a sixteen year old boy who had admired his cool sister who could beat anyone using her street fighter style. She was the dirtest fighter one would probably ever meet. He remembered once she used her charm to sneak attack a boxer in training. She punched his lights out, it was like a heavyweight punching all their force onto a lightweight rookie. His body flew back like a paper bag caught in the wind.
He admired his sister so much he wanted to join her and began to strengthen his body to increase his chances. His sister loved her brother probably more than her own parents and collasped out of joy when she saw his efforts. His sister, Iris began to talk to him about her style of fighting, she didn't want them to have matching style's because she wanted him to have his own. She told him never to bind himself to any style and make his fighting unpredicatable, dirty, or however he felt. She told him to always fight like it was your last and to never hold back no matter even if she was fighting him. "Every part of your body is lethal when used, so use it" is what she told him.
He remembered those words of his sister that was no longer here as he saw her die from the crash that he any his parents were involved in.
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