Chương 31: Moment Of Truth (2)
Blood flowed, flooding the floor of the house and the several embedded weapons were unable to be removed one by one before he breathed his last. The village chief was killed in broad daylight as he lay in bed, enjoying the lunch his wife had just served him before leaving home.
All they could do was howl, scream and cry hysterically. When forced to accept the fact that the village head was paralysed for life, the family was prepared to lose the backbone of the household, but this was not the kind of death they expected.
It was like a premeditated murder that was not perfectly structured, but the victim's loss of life was a success.
One of the children, coming out of the bedroom window, jumped high. His perfect landing was followed by observing the passers-by in his house. His eyes didn't blink for a long time until he spotted a young man about the same age with a hand that left a bloodstain. His steps were quite suspicious.
Without making a sound, he immediately chased with small but fast steps. Unfortunately, he realised he was being chased and the game began.
Passing dozens of people, twisting and turning, and leading her into narrow, dead-end alleys. It was no wonder they were both able to climb walls and houses without any tools.
"Hey, stop, you murderer! Someone! Please stop him! He killed my father!"
The speed increased when the perpetrator appeared to be exhausted and began to slow down. But the perpetrator felt calm and safe when he managed to bring the village chief's son to a clearing inside a narrow road.
"You're finished, Connor. Your life will be over if you continue to rebel, just as your father failed," the perpetrator said, his breath coming in short gasps.
"My father failed? What do you mean?" The young man named Connor frowned. His fatigue was not much but it affected his ability to analyse.
"Because of your paralysed father, we've lived a miserable life. Look around you! It's been four years since we've been homeless, and there's been no positive progress that supports our activities. If only your father..."
"Stop your rubbish, you bastard. I don't understand why my father is being made the mastermind of the village's destruction when he's having such a hard time surviving. Why don't you nominate your father to be the next village head? He's very close to my father and I'm sure when it comes to management, he's already an expert and doesn't need anyone's help."
"Precisely that! My father is like a living corpse because his life seems meaningless just because his role model fell ill. Tell your father to recover from his paralysis and repair the damage caused by his negligence!"
Connor's hands clenched into tight fists. Though they were both agile and fast, Connor had the edge and delivered two punches to the nose and solar plexus, followed by a side kick to the temple that sent the perpetrator tumbling to the ground.
"It seems so easy to resurrect a life that died at your hands! If it were possible, I'd revive my father with your life instead." Connor punched and kicked his friend continuously until he was covered in blood. He didn't consider himself a loser, even though he was judging a defenceless opponent.
It's just that his friend is far more despicable for taking advantage of the family's negligence to kill his father. The perpetrator's palms pressed together, begging to be let go even though he realised murder deserved murder.
"Connor! Stop showing off your skills!"
The voice echoed in his ears, his vision also caught no one but the figure of the loser under his feet.
'This is strange. It sounds like it's coming from my body. Do bacteria already have the authority to speak?" a silly question to himself in the midst of a tense situation.
Not long after, someone appeared from one of the streets leading to the place.
"We're here, Connor. Come to make you the new village chief. To take the place of your lifeless father."
"Replace my father? Don't jest, sir. Of all of us, you are more worthy of that position. I'm still very young and can't solve problems rationally. But before heading to the inauguration, let me chastise your son for killing my father."
Hearing the last sentence, their reactions showed no panic or surprise, instead shielding the perpetrator from Connor who was still clenching both hands. Their behaviour was suspicious to the young man and his next question was directed back at the old uncle.
"What is the meaning of their actions? Why is the wrong person being protected and given the right to fight back?"
He shook his head. "Punishment will still be given to my son someday. However, how will you punish the perpetrator if there is not just one, but hundreds of people?"
The question confused Connor a little. In the next few seconds, his body suddenly broke out in goosebumps, sweat began to pour down his temples and fear could not be concealed in front of the few residents who witnessed the conversation.
"You... why would you do this to someone who has fought for the betterment of the village? What sins did my father commit that losing his life was the appropriate punishment? Please, your answers will determine the fate of us all." Connor didn't realise that tears were starting to roll down his cheeks, even though he didn't want them to.
But in the end, they kept their mouths shut and no one would admit that they were not the perpetrators of his father's murder. The weak side was almost witnessed by hundreds of people, he didn't expect the vengeance for his father to end tragically. Connor doesn't know if they used his friend as the executor to carry out the murder. It could be seen that there was no disappointment or feelings of guilt, instead some chuckled, inviting the flames of anger inside the victim's son.
Deciding to fight them was not the best option, given the disproportionate numbers. Connor planned to escape and would spread this painful fact to his mother and family. Trying not to look panicked, he took a deep breath as a distraction. There was no way to escape as the villagers surrounded him and blocked all access roads until he was cornered. His only thought at the moment was to jump as high as he could even though it sounded ridiculous and impossible.
'Being born as an ordinary human is very troublesome under these conditions.' Connor fantasised for a moment.
Then his legs widened and bent slightly. His footsteps became wide and tall, using them as a fulcrum to leap over them all like in an action film. Only all his efforts were in vain when he was hit by some kind of invisible wall. Falling between the citizens who did not react at all but showed evil and sly smiles.
"Good effort, Connor. Now we proceed with the ritual and the inauguration of the next village chief."
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