Mickzerk

Hang Boy

Our story begins at a magnificent tree. A tree so large it could crush a house by falling on it, it was truly a work of nature at its finest. That is until you take a closer look... dozens of hanging corpses hang lifeless from the tree like ornaments on Christmas. Some hung there basically falling apart they were decomposing so severely. Some hung there fresh as the morning sun as if just hung. At that moment, a band of mercenaries rode by on their horses. "Jesus Christ who would waste all these pretty ladies!? They could've been used first at least!" a fat ginger man on a horse said before getting ready to ignore it and ride away. That's when the group prostitute screamed out in terror at a grisly sight. It was a child, born from its mother's hanging wound, still hanging by her umbilical cord by the neck just like its mother as if this poor Child's first act was suicide. It swung back and forth lifeless in the cold wind. That's when the woman jumped out of the wagon and ran over to the boy to try and save him, though it seemed hopeless to the rest. "WAIT I REMEMBER THAT WOMAN!!! She's one of my victims from a while ago!" Keith laughed to himself "D-Damn, that one w-w-would've been yours t-then?!" a disabled man riding next to him said. "Yeah probably, it was a while ago anyways and I remember her she put up a real good fight. Oh well, nothing we can do now! LADY GET BACK TO YOUR WAGON!!" Keith screamed. That's when the infant, who had just been cut from the umbilical cord and freed from its fleshy grasp, began to wail out, screaming as loud as it could for its mommy, ignorant of her fate. "There there little guy it's gonna b-" That's when Keith ripped the child away from the woman. "Listen lady... we don't have room for a little shit like this so unless you wanna die you-" "Yes take the child! I'm no more than a lowly prostitute I'd gladly give up my sad miserable life so another can start a better one..." "God damn it..." Keith muttered to himself, not wanting to take care of this kid but also wanting to keep his reusable victim. "Whatever lady get in the fucking cart, but I swear to god if it's diseased, I'm feeding it to my dog!" Keith said handing her the baby back. "Thank you, sir! I'll never forget the mercy you've shown today sir!" the woman said trembling as she began to walk back to the wagon she was on. "Y-y-you sure you w-w-wanna keep I-i-it?" the disabled man asked. "Yea whatever as long as she keeps the damn thing away from me... all I wanna do when I see kids is beat their asses!! I get a real kick out of it ya know." Keith said before the group decided to head out leaving the soulless carcasses to rot away on the tree until they were eventually forgotten.

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3 years later
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The Infant, now a boy, is sitting outside of a tent alone. He decides to go in to check in on his current situation. The woman who was kind enough to pull him from the deepest depths one could ever dream of being born into was currently severely ill. The boy walked over to the woman whom he saw as his mother with tears in his eyes. "GET AWAY FROM HER YOU LITTLE SHIT SHES GOT THE PLAGUE!!" the woman taking care of her screamed at the boy. The boy began to run away crying. "Muts..." the ill woman managed. The boy quickly turned around and grabbed her hand. "Muts..." the woman said, letting go of her last breath. She clutched Muts' hand before letting go and falling limp.

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Another 3 Years Later
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A slightly older Muts finds himself on a battlefield surrounded by men like giants in armor engaged in gruesome gory warfare Muts looks around and sees men getting their heads sliced off, smashed, crushed, exploded, and discombobulated. That's when he heard a familiar Nasally overweight voice cry out at him across the battleground. "MUTS PASS ME MY KEITH SPEAR!!" Keith screamed in a panic at the little boy still trying to process the situation. He grabs one of Keith's spears with his face on the handle and threw it towards him, though it didn't go very far because he's literally 6 years old. "WHAT THE FUCK MUTS YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING RAT!!" Keith said as he bashed a couple of innocent old ladies who got lost brains into their necks with his bare fists, Guts everywhere! He ran over to Muts. "I'm sorry K-" Muts attempted to apologize before Keith picked him up by his neck and punted him across the field into a crowd of people killing 5 men (4 of which were Keith's men) "WOAH GOOD JOB RAT!!!" Keith belched. That's when Keith's brain began to hurt. An unfamiliar feeling washed over Keith as the cogs began moving in his noggin. Keith... had an idea... "I... HAVE.... AN IDEA!!!" Keith screamed. "Maybe you won't be so useless after all you worthless rodent..."