Post by tsengwei on Jan 5, 2009 22:29:37 GMT -5
Warning: Mature Content
Tseng Wei hissed as the doctor put some oil onto his skin. The ointment burned almost as bad as the lightning bolt that Azula shot him with.
“This will sting a little,” the doctor said a little too late. After an hour of looking over his wounds, the doctor prescribed more ointment for him that will sooth the burn later.
“How long must I put this ointment on for? Tseng asked.
“Only a few days,” the doctor replied. Tseng bowed respectfully and slowly walked toward the exit. Before he left, a family with a little boy came through the door and past Tseng. He turned back and noticed them. They seemed to be of a poorer influence to society. Both parents looked like they were in rags and seemed that they didn’t bathe in a long time either. The boy looked no different. The only difference he seen is that the boy was ill.
“Do you have the money to purchase the medicine?” the doctor asked. The parents shamefully tilted their heads forward as if they responded as “no“. The doctor shook his head and lifted the boy onto a bed. Tseng hid behind the wall and looked at what was going on. From what the doctor has described, the boy had some uncommon form of disease that is slowly killing him. There is a treatment, but it is very costly. The parents left the room and the doctor left the room to see another patient. Tseng Wei crept inside to take a look at the boy. He looked to be no older than nine years old with raven black hair and dirt brown skin. Tseng Wei smiled warmly at him.
“Hello,” Tseng greeted warmly, “What is your name?”
“My name is Cao,” the boy said.
“Cao. What a beautiful name.”
“What’s wrong with your face?” Cao asked, pointing at the tattoos.
“Nothing. Family tradition. Why are you here?”
“I’m sick,” the boy said sadly, “He said I’m dying. He said I need medicine, but mommy and daddy can’t afford it.”
“How come?” Tseng asked.
“They need medicine too. They go somewhere else to get medicine for them.”
“How so? The doctor seems to have all the medicine people need here my friend,” Tseng said with curiosity.
“Daddy said this medicine is special,” Cao told, “They say it’s a lot of money. That’s why we don’t look so good.”
“What kind of parent put’s their own comforts over their own child’s?” Tseng thought. He was utterly confused at what the boy is talking about. Cao however interrupted his thought process.
“The doctor said I could sleep here tonight, which is good. Home has a hole in the roof. We live in a small street between two stores.”
“I see my friend,” Tseng soothed, “I must go. My name is Tseng, in case you want to know.
Cao gave off a toothy smile as Tseng said his goodbyes. After leaving the medical building, a rage filled Tseng’s black heart. Parents that practically neglect their kids? That is monstrous. He must know. He must know what they are doing.
Darkness fell as Tseng wandered the streets. The kept an eye on the medical building as Cao’s parents briefly stopped in to check the boy. They soon left and head down an alley away from the main street. Tseng followed them with stealth as they approached man at a corner. Tseng ducked behind a flight of stairs leading up and curiously listened in on what they are discussing. They whispered to each other in low tones. Then the shadowed man gave them a small bag with an unknown substance. The shadowed man left and the two parents huddled behind an abandoned cart. They opened up the bag and witnessed something that filled them with joy. However, the rage consumed Tseng as he knew what the contents of that bag were. He grabbed a nearby rock and threw it at the wife’s head. A low thump met it’s mark as the wife fell bloodied to the ground. The contents dropped to the ground and scattered the contents inside. Tseng’s suspicions were true. Those weren’t medicine, those were drugs. Letting the rage consumed him, he picked up a larger rock. The husband, full of fright huddled behind the cart and put his arms up in defense.
“Who are you?” the husband yelped in fright, “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You neglected your own child in order to get a rush?” Tseng spoke, “That is unacceptable.”
“Listen man,” the husband cried, “It wasn’t suppose to be this way. We tried to fight it, but we couldn’t”
Rain from above poured as Tseng looked down upon this fragile and useless man. He balled up behind the wall and cried.
“Maybe,” Tseng spat, “But you are parents. Your child is the most important thing in your world. But alas, you gave in to your vices. With that, your child is dead because of you!”
Without anymore to say, Tseng Wei swung the hand with the rock repeatedly toward the downed husband. Blood, sinew, and bone coated his hand as the husband hopelessly tried to defend himself. The wife wept as she laid their bleeding from her head. After the husband was taken care of, Tseng put his undivided attention on her. He grabbed her by her legs and dragged her closer to him. She tried to scream, but her frantic crying prevented her breathing properly, thus preventing her from getting too loud. The rage intensified as he smashed the rock to her head and knocked her unconscious. With her body limb, he used the rain to clean off most of the thick blood stained on his hand. He reached into his pouch and pulled out an obsidian edged scalpel and artistically cut rune like figures into her body. Blood leaked from each etch. After the final rube has been placed, Tseng muttered a quick prayer to his dark spirits and unleashed the final thrust of the scalpel into her lungs. He could hear the gurgling of the blood seeping inside. She was slowly dying. There was no way of saving her now. Only in death could she be atoned.
After letting the adrenaline cool down inside his body and the rain doing its work of cleaning, Tseng walked over to the medical office where the boy resided. It was closed during this time of the night. It didn’t matter. Tseng Wei let himself through the back window. As he walked inside, he saw the little boy Cao on his bed. He coughed violently as he awoke to see the tattooed man standing in front of him. A look of sadness ran across his face. He kneeled down beside the boy and gently held Cao’s hands. They were warm to the touch and soft.
“Hello sad man,” Cao spoke softly.
“Hello little Cao,” Tseng replied as he tried to smile.
“What’s wrong?” Cao asked.
A feeling of dread came across Tseng’s heart as he told him what happened.
“Your mommy and daddy are sleeping for a long time Cao,” Tseng said, “I was talking to them when they got their medicine. They want me to help you sleep as well. After you sleep, they will see you again, and you will be so happy.” Tseng’s last part of his sentence was starting to break up as he choked a little on his words, “They want you to see them after you see me. Would like to see them now Cao?”
The boy was a little confused, but Cao agreed. His parent’s said it was OK, so he agreed. Cao thought that his mommy and daddy are helping him. A few tears escaped Tseng’s eyes as he made a decision that he completely wanted to avoid, but must be done. Covering the boys mouth, Tseng quickly pulled out the scalpel that he used to kill his mother and quickly cut the throat. Of the boy. He started to gag as his blood oozed down into his windpipe, literally drowning him. No pleasure came from his sacrifice, only pain, for pain is a harsh teacher. As the boy was drowning in his own blood, Tseng has a flashback in the past where his mother was singing him a nursery rhyme when he was smaller. That nursery rhyme gave him much comfort. Tseng figured it might give him some comfort as he slowly slipped away. He grasped his hand gently with one hand and started to pet gently his other hand onto his forehead. He started to sing.
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word…and mommy’s gonna buy you a mocking bird….And if that mocking bird…don’t sing……then daddy’s gonna…buy you…a diamond ring,”
He placed his forehead onto the bed and cried as he experienced the harsh horror of this child slipping away from life, and onto a better one.
Tseng Wei has left the thread
Tseng Wei hissed as the doctor put some oil onto his skin. The ointment burned almost as bad as the lightning bolt that Azula shot him with.
“This will sting a little,” the doctor said a little too late. After an hour of looking over his wounds, the doctor prescribed more ointment for him that will sooth the burn later.
“How long must I put this ointment on for? Tseng asked.
“Only a few days,” the doctor replied. Tseng bowed respectfully and slowly walked toward the exit. Before he left, a family with a little boy came through the door and past Tseng. He turned back and noticed them. They seemed to be of a poorer influence to society. Both parents looked like they were in rags and seemed that they didn’t bathe in a long time either. The boy looked no different. The only difference he seen is that the boy was ill.
“Do you have the money to purchase the medicine?” the doctor asked. The parents shamefully tilted their heads forward as if they responded as “no“. The doctor shook his head and lifted the boy onto a bed. Tseng hid behind the wall and looked at what was going on. From what the doctor has described, the boy had some uncommon form of disease that is slowly killing him. There is a treatment, but it is very costly. The parents left the room and the doctor left the room to see another patient. Tseng Wei crept inside to take a look at the boy. He looked to be no older than nine years old with raven black hair and dirt brown skin. Tseng Wei smiled warmly at him.
“Hello,” Tseng greeted warmly, “What is your name?”
“My name is Cao,” the boy said.
“Cao. What a beautiful name.”
“What’s wrong with your face?” Cao asked, pointing at the tattoos.
“Nothing. Family tradition. Why are you here?”
“I’m sick,” the boy said sadly, “He said I’m dying. He said I need medicine, but mommy and daddy can’t afford it.”
“How come?” Tseng asked.
“They need medicine too. They go somewhere else to get medicine for them.”
“How so? The doctor seems to have all the medicine people need here my friend,” Tseng said with curiosity.
“Daddy said this medicine is special,” Cao told, “They say it’s a lot of money. That’s why we don’t look so good.”
“What kind of parent put’s their own comforts over their own child’s?” Tseng thought. He was utterly confused at what the boy is talking about. Cao however interrupted his thought process.
“The doctor said I could sleep here tonight, which is good. Home has a hole in the roof. We live in a small street between two stores.”
“I see my friend,” Tseng soothed, “I must go. My name is Tseng, in case you want to know.
Cao gave off a toothy smile as Tseng said his goodbyes. After leaving the medical building, a rage filled Tseng’s black heart. Parents that practically neglect their kids? That is monstrous. He must know. He must know what they are doing.
Darkness fell as Tseng wandered the streets. The kept an eye on the medical building as Cao’s parents briefly stopped in to check the boy. They soon left and head down an alley away from the main street. Tseng followed them with stealth as they approached man at a corner. Tseng ducked behind a flight of stairs leading up and curiously listened in on what they are discussing. They whispered to each other in low tones. Then the shadowed man gave them a small bag with an unknown substance. The shadowed man left and the two parents huddled behind an abandoned cart. They opened up the bag and witnessed something that filled them with joy. However, the rage consumed Tseng as he knew what the contents of that bag were. He grabbed a nearby rock and threw it at the wife’s head. A low thump met it’s mark as the wife fell bloodied to the ground. The contents dropped to the ground and scattered the contents inside. Tseng’s suspicions were true. Those weren’t medicine, those were drugs. Letting the rage consumed him, he picked up a larger rock. The husband, full of fright huddled behind the cart and put his arms up in defense.
“Who are you?” the husband yelped in fright, “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You neglected your own child in order to get a rush?” Tseng spoke, “That is unacceptable.”
“Listen man,” the husband cried, “It wasn’t suppose to be this way. We tried to fight it, but we couldn’t”
Rain from above poured as Tseng looked down upon this fragile and useless man. He balled up behind the wall and cried.
“Maybe,” Tseng spat, “But you are parents. Your child is the most important thing in your world. But alas, you gave in to your vices. With that, your child is dead because of you!”
Without anymore to say, Tseng Wei swung the hand with the rock repeatedly toward the downed husband. Blood, sinew, and bone coated his hand as the husband hopelessly tried to defend himself. The wife wept as she laid their bleeding from her head. After the husband was taken care of, Tseng put his undivided attention on her. He grabbed her by her legs and dragged her closer to him. She tried to scream, but her frantic crying prevented her breathing properly, thus preventing her from getting too loud. The rage intensified as he smashed the rock to her head and knocked her unconscious. With her body limb, he used the rain to clean off most of the thick blood stained on his hand. He reached into his pouch and pulled out an obsidian edged scalpel and artistically cut rune like figures into her body. Blood leaked from each etch. After the final rube has been placed, Tseng muttered a quick prayer to his dark spirits and unleashed the final thrust of the scalpel into her lungs. He could hear the gurgling of the blood seeping inside. She was slowly dying. There was no way of saving her now. Only in death could she be atoned.
After letting the adrenaline cool down inside his body and the rain doing its work of cleaning, Tseng walked over to the medical office where the boy resided. It was closed during this time of the night. It didn’t matter. Tseng Wei let himself through the back window. As he walked inside, he saw the little boy Cao on his bed. He coughed violently as he awoke to see the tattooed man standing in front of him. A look of sadness ran across his face. He kneeled down beside the boy and gently held Cao’s hands. They were warm to the touch and soft.
“Hello sad man,” Cao spoke softly.
“Hello little Cao,” Tseng replied as he tried to smile.
“What’s wrong?” Cao asked.
A feeling of dread came across Tseng’s heart as he told him what happened.
“Your mommy and daddy are sleeping for a long time Cao,” Tseng said, “I was talking to them when they got their medicine. They want me to help you sleep as well. After you sleep, they will see you again, and you will be so happy.” Tseng’s last part of his sentence was starting to break up as he choked a little on his words, “They want you to see them after you see me. Would like to see them now Cao?”
The boy was a little confused, but Cao agreed. His parent’s said it was OK, so he agreed. Cao thought that his mommy and daddy are helping him. A few tears escaped Tseng’s eyes as he made a decision that he completely wanted to avoid, but must be done. Covering the boys mouth, Tseng quickly pulled out the scalpel that he used to kill his mother and quickly cut the throat. Of the boy. He started to gag as his blood oozed down into his windpipe, literally drowning him. No pleasure came from his sacrifice, only pain, for pain is a harsh teacher. As the boy was drowning in his own blood, Tseng has a flashback in the past where his mother was singing him a nursery rhyme when he was smaller. That nursery rhyme gave him much comfort. Tseng figured it might give him some comfort as he slowly slipped away. He grasped his hand gently with one hand and started to pet gently his other hand onto his forehead. He started to sing.
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word…and mommy’s gonna buy you a mocking bird….And if that mocking bird…don’t sing……then daddy’s gonna…buy you…a diamond ring,”
He placed his forehead onto the bed and cried as he experienced the harsh horror of this child slipping away from life, and onto a better one.
Tseng Wei has left the thread