Celestial Speed: Legacy-Chapter 51: I Am Scar

Inside a small bedroom which contained a medium sized bed that seemed to be decades old and a wardrobe that didn’t hold much clothes. A 10 year old boy knelt on the floor, sobbing quietly, his hands were covered in blood and there seemed to be a blood-stained table knife laying on the ground beside him.

He was crying but rather than tears, blood was dripping from his left eye, there was a freshly slashed wound across it, though it wasn’t deep enough to affect the eye.

"I hate everything!" The boy voiced out in annoyance.

"I hate everyone!"

He continued to sob and yell, not paying attention to the pain he was feeling from the cut on his eye. He felt the pain but ignored it, he was too angry and depressed to actually care.

"Why did you have to leave me like this mum? Why!" he cried out

"After dad left us, i thought we’d go through all of these together. It’s not fair... It’s not...," He muttered, caressing the picture of a brown-haired woman who seemed to be in her early thirties.

"Oh my God! Henry what have you done?" A feminine voice yelled from behind him, but the tone wasn’t in annoyance but rather in worry.

Henry just remained there, unresponsive. He just caressing the picture with his bloody hands. The owner of the voice immediately ran over to where he sat and hugged him tightly.

It was a woman in her late 20s, sporting a brown hair, with a slender but curvaceous body.

"I’m so sorry Henry, none of this is anyone’s fault, and you shouldn’t have to go through it... No kid should," She said, quickly grabbing a tissue and rubbing it against Henry’s wounded eye.

She tapped gently on the surface, trying to reduce the pain Henry would feel but He didn’t even flinch, he just remained unmoving still holding on to the picture.

"But you’re wrong aunt Jane, everything is always caused by something. After dad died we were kicked out of the house immediately, those so-called... Family took everything father owned and left us to suffer!" Henry suddenly spoke, clenching his fist and gritting his teeth

"And now mum passed away because we didn’t have enough money to pay for the treatment that could have prevented that attack. They are all at fault, all of them! And I will make them suffer as well... i will," he said with determination before breaking down in tears again.

His aunt embraced him lovingly once again with love and warmth, and it managed to brighten his mood a bit. She stared at him with pity and sorrow, he was only just 10 years old and he had been forced to experience the harshness of the cruel world.

"It’s okay, I’m here for you. And I’ll always be here, i promise." Jane assured him, before carrying him in her arms and caressed his messy brown hair.

"Let’s go and get your wounds closed up okay," she said to which Henry nodded

"Good, That’s my boy. I’ll buy you a candy after," Jane stated before walking out of the room with Henry and everything went back to normal with everyone going about their lifes, but they were wrong.

In a black space that was completely void of light and hope, a figure suddenly appeared on the ground. It was a small boy with brown hair and brown eyes, he didn’t look like he was older than 10.

He opened his eyes and took in his surrounding, gazing from right to left and front to back only to be met with darkness. He wanted to speak but didn’t know how, he didn’t know where he was or... Who he was, he just suddenly existed.

"Ah!" he grunted softly in pain as he felt a sharp sensation on his left eye. He slowly raised his hands and touched the area gently only to grunt and flinch again.

Then suddenly a small lantern appeared in the large void, illuminating the place a bit but it was enough for the boy to see his right hand, which was now stained with blood. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Hmm," he hummed to himself, wondering what the sudden red coloration was. He was like a baby who was just born and everything and anything was new to him, but that didn’t last for long.

He suddenly felt another sharp pain but this time it was in his head, and it didn’t seem to stop.

"Ahh!" He clutched his head in pain, tears forming in his eyes, but the pain only increased without an intension of stopping.

The boy grunted and yelled but it was pointless, no one was there but him, he was all alone and tears began to stream down his face.

But he wasn’t crying because of the pain, he was in tears due to what the pain was actually doing to his mind. It was inputting sad and sorrowful emotions and memories into him, taking away his innocence of the mind for good.

He wanted it to stop but it didn’t, and soon it got worse and he collapsed to his knees, sobbing and suddenly speaking.

"Death... Pain... Sadness. Dad... Mum... No," he muttered for the first time since he was born.

And he remained like that for a very long time, just seemingly absorbing bad, sorrowful and painful emotions from nowhere. It was the only thing he had known since he was born and it was the only thing he felt.

Three years later.....

A young boy was skipping happily across the sidewalk of the streets, he had brown hair and seemed to in his early teenage stage. He was wearing a black backpack and holding a small duffel bag, all filled with clothes and other stuff.

He made a turn into a residential block and walked up to a small house in the middle of the street and climbed the short staircase excitedly.

He knocked on the door and shouted happily. "Aunt Jane, I’m home! Boarding school was nice this time of the year," he called out. But he got no reply.

He raised an eyebrow and knocked again, but hardly this time. And as he did, the door pushed open slightly, stating that it wasn’t locked in the first instance.

"Huh?" he wondered and opened the door widely before entering the house, arriving directly at the living room.

"Why didn’t she lock the door?" Henry thought. "Or maybe she’s not even home and forgot to lock it," he pondered in his mind.

"Aunt, are you home? I’ve got good news!" Henry called out, walking further into the room.

"My hard work has finally paid off, I’ll be representing the school in a competition and if I do well, i would be granted a scholarship at the college of banking and finance. Isn’t that gre..." Henry was speaking excitedly but suddenly paused as he noticed a figure laying on the floor at the other end of the room.

Henry dropped his bags and inched closer with wary and caution, but the body didn’t seem to be moving, it looked to be dried up a bit but it was with no doubt a human body.

"What’s this?" he muttered to himself, walking closer to the body and finally he arrived just few meters from it. His eyes widened and his heart nearly stopped beating as he recognized the face of the body. It was his aunt, and she was dead.

A small deep hole was visible on the right side of her skull, indicating that it was pierced by a bullet, she had been shot in the head. But this seemed to have happened a long time ago as there was dried blood on her head and the floor and body and face were all dried up and was rotting already.

"No... No... No!" Henry screamed as tears began to stream down his face. He sat on the ground and hugged his aunt decaying corpse. He didn’t understand why anyone would kill her, she never made enemies and was always very nice and easygoing. Why and who could possibly want her dead?

"You promised aunt Jane... You promised," he muttered softly. Already crying his heart out, waiting for someone to come and console him and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but there was no one left.

"Dad left... Mum left and... Now you have left me. It’s not fair, i have no one to turn to... I’m all alone," Henry whispered, still holding to the corpse of his dead aunt.

"She must have been shot weeks ago, and no one even bothered to check on her, they just left her body here to rot. They’re all at fault, if she was found on time, maybe she could have lived," he clenched his fist, knowing the inevitable. It was almost impossible to survive a bullet to the head.

"Still they could have done something... Anything. But I swear to you aunt, i will find those that did this and I will avenge you... And mother... And find those that separated us like this and..." Henry stated with anger but paused for a while as the image of himself flashed in his eyes. But that image of him had a scar that ran across the left eye.

" I’ll find them and their loved ones and..." he paused again, feeling a slight headache. He was starting to get dizzy and was slowly losing consciousness, while all his anger seemed to suddenly vanish, as if something had absorbed it.

"I’ll... I’ll make... Them pay," Henry managed to mutter before dropping his head to face the ground. It was like he had suddenly fell asleep and was unconscious.

But almost immediately he raised his head slowly, the expression on his face clearly filled with anger and bloodlust, which was completely different from the expression of sadness he had seconds ago.

"I’ll kill every last one of them!" He muttered coldly, before biting deeply into his thumb, piercing and causing it to bleed.

Henry then rubbed the blood on the thumb across his left eye, and stood up. He began walking towards the door with no other emotion left in him but for rage.

The thirteen year old boy glanced across the house one last before leaving the place, muttering something as he left.

"A scar is a mark of true pain... I am that pain... I am that mark of death..."

"I am Scar."