Okay so this is my first fan-fic and I hope i'll get better. Crit is welcome and srry that its so short like i said its my firs
A Bloody Soul
There was a loud bang on the door. My mother awoke from her sleep and trudged over to the reinforced door. I was still asleep in my comfortable bed. Still asleep when it all began. When my life was destroyed. When everything was taken from me. I still wish, to this day, I was awake. Every bone in my body wishs that. Thinking back, I wish I could of been there to fight, to save, to kill....kilL...kiLL...KILL! Kill that honoured user. Drive a blade through the Nords heart. Watch the blood flow. Oh, how I would of loved to hear his bones crunch under a hammer. My hammer. My strength. My bloodlust.
The door flung open before my mother even grabbed the doorknob. The dark night, full of shadows and dread, cast a frightening black cloak around the mountin of a man. His black hair flailing to the left by cause of the chilling wind. He had an expression on his face that told he wasn't about to start idle conversation. My mother unable to mutter a single syllable before he reached out and grabbed her by the throat. Held her there, squeezing untill he heard the snap he was waiting for. The man stared into her now empty eyes with a smug feeling of satisfaction, a feeling of completion, but no feeling of remorse for killing my mother. Then, I guess he wasn't satisfied enough, he began playing with the body. That sick and demented man snapped her spine on his knee. Then through her across the room, snapping her arm in two. Thats when I woke up.
I lazily walked out to see what was happening. I peeked around the corner and what I seen next haunts my dreams. Many a time I wake up with the sweats and on the verdge of screaming. I saw that brute pick up my mothers ragdoll body and, using a broken peice of wood...DAMN wood, decapitate her. At that point my screams could not be kept a secret any longer. I huddled in a corner, with my arms around my head praying this was all a dream, while he approached me. I thought I wasn't going to live past nine, at that point. After experienceing what he did next made me want to die, no made me want to kill.
With a single hand, the Nord picked me up by the neck and slammed me up against the wall. My head banged against the wall and ricocheid against his chest. My eyes were jammed shut the whole time but then, right then when blood started trickeling down the back of my neck, they opened hard and fast. I screamed out in agony. I never felt pain like this before. Not my head but my heart, my soul, my very escence. I wished my eyes had stayed shut because when I opened them, waiting for my terrified gaze, was my mothers severed head. The Nord tossed it aside and got in my face. He said, very sternly, " Don't gamble kid. Thats what it gets you.".
He tossed me aside like I was a peice of trash. I can't remember what happened next all I can recall is me running out of the farmhouse and screaming. Screaming to anybody. But in my heart I knew nobody could here my plea's. I still think someone did though.
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Fourteen Years Later....
I sit here in this crappy tavern in Bravil, sipping my ale. I never loved the stuff but I didn't dispise it. It had got me through some rough times. I lived here in Bravil since that faithful night when everything was taken from me. I haven't been back to that farm since. But I have been plotting my revenge. It appears the nords name was Retker. He was a gambler and my mother owed him money, which is why she moved out to the mountins and away from Bruma. Its taken fourteen long and painfilled years but I've finally tracked him down. He will pay.
There will be blood. Oh yes, there will be.