12 Sleeping beauty (2/2)

Most of them had already lost all hope. But despite this, a purple haired woman immediately rose up from the ground togheter with a brown haired man. Both starting to shout with joy.

”Marss! my son!” They tried getting his attention, but noticing that he was dead asleep yet breathing brought some hope back.

The father, still keeping some of his rationality. stopped. However, his wife was crazily screaming louder. Trying to wake him up.

The hooded Jenkins looked at this show. Amusement was written over his glossy lips.

'So this biomancer dude is their kid? No way some child can be this powerful. Mabye he is one of those reincarnated people?' Thinking to himself, Jenkins then woke up from the running thoughts as the sleeping Marss somehow replied.

”Mom..” Marss, as if responding to his mother's call, forced out while twitching a little.

The mother, who noticed her child answer her, tried running towards him. Sadly, she was instantly flung back like a twig by the red horned giant which held her chains.

With a *TUMP* her body flew backwards. It was then quickly caught by her husband who threw himself in front of her flying figure.

The couple crashed into the alloyed wall since the chains did not restrict them moving backwards.

As they smashed into it, something similar to cracking noises could faintly be heard from each one.

The father instantly passed out as his head hit the unkown material.

The mother was slightly better off. And although she did not move from her husbands embrace, she still weakly called out to her son.

This was seen by all the other men, women and children. A small glow of hope grew inside each of their hearts as they watched the two not yield.

Jenkins emotionlessly looked at their bleeding figures. Finding this dramatic scene somewhat funny.

”I wonder how the kid will react when he wakes up next to the severed heads of his parents..” Finding himself once more revisiting the twisted thoughts which filled his mind, a dagger was then formed out the surrounding darkness. Growing in lenght until it reached the size of a machete.

He slowly walked towards them, passing by the chained villagers who shook from the pressure emanating from the black blade.

”Since I am a kind man you will only suffer for a short while. Also! when you die, tell that fat hag that I will come for her sooner or later!”

Standing in front of the couple, he could still hear some faint whispers emanate from the purple haired woman's trembling mouth.

To this, Jenkins steeled his expression.

”You know, lady. Your hair is the same color as one of my soul gems, so I am thinking that killing you right out would be a waste.”

Before raising the weapon, his yellow eyes began to turn purple. A small ray of light hit the woman's body. It slowly dispersed, outlining her struggling frame with some dark light.

”Now, stand still for me.”

He then stabbed the blade into her heart. The light within her eyes grew weaker and weaker. However, still aimed at her child's unconscious body.

”Still as persistent as ever huh? Well, don't blame me then.”

Jenkins lifted the machete upwards. It began morphing into a longer, more defined cross shaped sword.

”Since I will be using your soul for a while, you may get a clean cut.”

”Now, Farwell.”

As these words escaped his mouth, Jenkins drew the black sword in an ark towards her neck.

It cut thorugh the air. Splitting space as it travelled downwards.

No one of the villagers dared look. Plastering their eyes down on the cold, hard floor.

Just as it was going to touch her pale skin, ending her life...

It suddenly stopped.