A bond lost in the forest

Chapter two_^• •^

The sight that greeted them was a nightmare. Blood splattered across the walls, and the lifeless bodies of Tsutako and her fiancé lay on the floor. The demon was nowhere to be seen, having vanished as swiftly as it had appeared.

Giyuu, still trembling, stood at the threshold, unable to look away from the horrific scene. The villagers, shocked and horrified, began whispering among themselves. One older woman gasped and pointed a trembling finger at Giyuu. "He... he's covered in blood..."

Another man, eyes wide with fear and suspicion, took a step back. "Did he...did he do this?"

"No!" Giyuu shouted, his voice cracking. "It was a demon! It wasn't me!"

But the villagers were too overcome by fear and the gruesome scene before them. They murmured among themselves, the words "murderer" and "monster" floating through the air. The strongest man, who had led the group, approached Giyuu cautiously.

"Boy," he said sternly, "what happened here?"

Giyuu struggled to find his voice. "A demon...it attacked us...it killed my sister and her fiancé...I didn't...I couldn't..."

The villagers exchanged skeptical looks. "A demon?" one of them scoffed. "Demons don't exist, boy."

"He's lost his mind," another whispered.

"Maybe the shock of it all," an elderly man suggested, shaking his head. "Poor lad."

"No!" Giyuu cried, desperation in his voice. "It was real! It killed my sister and her fiancé! You have to believe me!"

But the villagers, unable to accept such a fantastical explanation, grew more convinced that the boy had gone mad. "We should take him to the authorities," the older woman suggested. "Let them decide what to do with him."

The strongest man grabbed Giyuu's arm roughly. "Let's go."

Giyuu didn't resist. He was too overwhelmed by grief and shock. As they led him away, he glanced back one last time at his sister's lifeless body. "Live for me," her final words echoed in his mind. They walked through the village, followed by questioning looks from the villagers.

Days later, the case was closed. The villagers, unable to accept the existence of demons, labeled Giyuu delusional. Too young for an asylum, he was sent to live with his only relatives, psychologists who were supposed to guide him to the right path. Meanwhile, Giyuu was held in a small room in a nearby house, all alone. He was so afraid, he wanted his sister back. One day, a woman from the group that had followed him the other day went inside to announce the decision.

"In two days, your aunt will come to pick you up. You will move with her. She's a psychologist, so make sure to go down the right path. It's your fault she died," she said coldly. "Make good use of it," she added, her words piercing and breaking little Giyuu's heart. He started crying, curling his small body into the corner of the wall.

"No," he thought, "she wanted me to- to live for her. I won't let them," he whispered, trembling and determined to live. Two days later, his relatives arrived. They came in a big carriage with two strong horses, dressed in expensive clothes with an air of indifference. The villagers murmured, impressed by the wealth they displayed. They stopped, asked for directions, and headed to the room where little Giyuu was.

The door opened, and my aunt and uncle walked in proudly. I didn't even remember their faces, but their presence felt foreign, and the way they carried themselves only widened the chasm between us. My aunt, tall and impeccably dressed, with a cold, calculating gaze, looked down at me. My uncle, equally well-dressed, seemed indifferent, his eyes scanning the room as if assessing its value.

"Is this the boy?" my aunt asked, her voice devoid of warmth.

The woman who had been watching over me nodded. "Yes, this is Giyuu."

My aunt knelt down to my level, her eyes piercing into mine. "Listen to me, Giyuu. You're coming with us now. We will take care of you, but you must follow our rules. Do you understand?"

I nodded silently, too afraid and broken to respond verbally. She stood up, satisfied, and motioned for my uncle to gather my things.

As we left the room and walked through the village, I could feel the villagers' eyes on me. Their whispers and pointed fingers felt like daggers, each one deepening the wound in my heart. My relatives led me to a carriage, and as I climbed in, I took one last look at the village, at the place where my sister and her fiancé had been brutally taken from me.

The journey to their home was silent. I was so scared; they were so cold and distant. I couldn't live like this. I had to do something. I had made a plan, but it was risky. Then again, would it be better with them? Probably not. It was time to act. I began to slither slowly to the back of the cart without being seen. I made sure they weren't looking and then I jumped. I fell, losing my balance, and limped to the road for a few meters. That hurt. I immediately got up and started running as fast as I could. I ran away a few miles from the carriage and the village so no one could follow me, determined to live. My relatives screamed for me to come back, but I ignored them.

After a while, I started climbing the mountain without realizing it. I was too scared to look back. As I ascended, each step took me higher and higher, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. My legs grew weaker with every stride. The air around me became colder, and soft snowflakes began to appear, dusting the trees before transforming the landscape into a full, snowy wonderland. It was a breathtaking sight, but I could hardly appreciate its beauty. My limbs started to freeze, and the accumulating snow made it nearly impossible for me to run or even walk properly. The snow began to cover my lashes, making my vision worse. I tripped over a protruding tree root and fell to the ground. I tried to get up, but all my strength had left me. Hours passed with me lying on the ground, slowly getting covered by the snow.

What was I thinking? I'm going to die now, just like that. And my last moments? All alone. But what do I have to live for? I have no one; I'm just a murderer. If I had oy run earlier, she may could have live. Tears started to fall from his eyes. She wanted me to live, but what I have to live for? ...... But I promised he thought determined. With his last powers he made a weak scream "help" and then everything started to go black. The last thing he heard was some muffled steps into the snow.

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