Chapter 57

I didn't know I was this tired, yet here I was barely able to move.

It was in the peace and quiet where it kicked in.

This feeling wasn't dread since I wasn't in danger.

I wasn't happy even though I had won against an enemy which never in my wildest dreams did I think I could win again.

The thrill of the fight didn't excite me.

The adrenaline didn't make me feel good at all.

'I'm not a fighter.' was something I told myself not only in the last 4 days but ever since I had my first fight in 3rd grade.

I can't fight, because I am weak... Because I have nothing to fight for. Why do I fight?

Questions I asked myself for what seemed like a century, yet it had only been 4 days.

In the last 4 days, my face had been covered in dirt while looking like it had simultaneously aged a couple of decades.

It was as if I had lost something deep within me that I didn't know has existed before. Something precious. Something I had taken for granted.

"Hahahahahaha." A soft, maniacal laugh left my mouth.

"Hahahahah." The laugh was croaky and almost horrid.

"Hahahahahaha!" It was no longer the laugh of a normal man. Maybe it never was.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" No... It was the laugh of a man who had lost everything he held dear.

A man who had watched as everyone he ever cared for and loved was snatched away from him without remorse.

Without an ounce of sympathy

By those cruel and horrid creatures.

Spawn of the devil himself.