Cursed And Love's
24: The innocent wolf child
Scotland, 2014.
Silent, the room felt quiet and crowded. Serena was obviously frightened and also confused by what had just happened, she wanted to not believe it but it had obviously happened to her just now.
Van sat quietly while looking at Serena with a look that could not be interpreted, the man looked agitated as he continued to play his fingers.
"Flowers.., sorry...." Slowly flowed.
Serena who heard it immediately realized that Van was still in front of her.
"Van..," The girl approached Van, though there was still fear of him. "Look, I'm not mad at you, it's just that I asked you not to do this to anyone but me." Serena said softly.
"Don't dump me.. Flowers don't dump me, do they?" Van asked quietly, the man was still playing his fingers agitatedly.
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Scotland, 2003.
The sound of insects in the night began to sound, the sun was slowly hiding itself in the Western horizon. A young boy ran over two sheep, his little feet agilely jumping on the steep rocks on the edge of the hill.
Today he took his father's place to herd the sheep back into the stable because the father was sick. The sheep should have been picked up by him since the afternoon, but today it must be too late because his father told him too late.
"Domba~ Sheep~ Pulanglah~" The boy hummed cheerfully.
Without him noticing, a pair of glittering eyes were watching them from behind the trees.
"Come faster, it's dark" said the boy as if the sheep he led understood his words.
He sped up his pace, but the boy came to a halt when a wolf suddenly attacked one of the sheep he was herding. The sheep squealed loudly, and the little shepherd was pecking because he was too surprised by what he saw.
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Thick blood welled up on the green grass, a wolf with a torn neck lying lifeless there. Not far from the wolf, a boy was trembling in fear.
His body and clothes were now filled with blood, his hands and fingers were also covered in the red liquid that smelled of carnation. He stared at the lifeless wolf's body. He was confused, maybe you could say half-conscious when tearing the wolf with his own hands. His body seemed to be being pushed by something that was moving beyond his control.
He looked back at one of the sheep whose legs were badly injured by a wolf bite, slowly rising up and closing in despite his staggering body.
"Why are you silent, heal your wounds" he said with trembling lips.
The boy stared in wonder at his sheep who did nothing, "why don't you lick it? It won't heal you!" Struck pissed.
Of course the sheep just drooped silently with legs that kept bleeding. The boy was frustrated.
"Uncle can be angry if I take you too late!" He said the boy was crouching in front of his sheep's feet.
He quickly licked the wound on the lamb's leg, although at once grimacing because the carnation and fishy blood of the sheep was very disturbing.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
The man approached, he was so shocked when he saw the mouth and body of the boy before him filled with blood. And to his surprise, he actually saw for himself as the boy licked the feet of the blood-soaked sheep.
"For God's sake.., what the hell is this...." He looked down, staring at the boy.
"P-uncle.., the sheep's hurt, so I-"
"I should have noticed it early on.." Cut the man down, "Van, let's go home...." His voice sounded bitter.
Aghhh!
One hit, and the boy named Van was now slumped to the ground.
"Lord.., what am I doing...." The old man fell to his knees.
He stared at the dying sheep, the legs of the animal were torn with blood and it was obvious that it was a bite scar.
The man stared at Van's unconscious tumbling body, his trembling hand lifted the little boy's body and carried him on his lap.
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A pair of eyes with bright yellow beads opened, Van woke up inside a warehouse used as a place for straw storage. His entire body was still filled with blood that had now dried up. Both his hands and feet were bound by a large chain commonly used for holding carts.
"P-uncle...." He murmured, the boy was still half conscious.
Van flinched when fully conscious, he thrashed trying to untie the chains that bound his legs and hands. Although it was futile, the boy kept trying while calling the old man he called Uncle.
"UNCLE! UNTIE ME! UNCLE..., I'M SORRY!" His shouting.
He was still struggling until his wrists and legs were scratched and flushed, now the boy was crying.
Krieettt~
The barn door opened, and a man with a cigar in his mouth looked at the boy with a cold look. Slowly, his feet stepped closer to Van who was still knocked down in a bound state.
"Little boy, I didn't expect that your changes would be seen this fast." The man breathed cigar smoke from his mouth and nose.
Van looked at the man with a confused look, "p-uncle... Why am I tied up here?" The boy's tone sounded frightened.
"You're only 10 years old, but you're growing up faster than kids your age," the man sat down and leaned against a mountain of hay, "even I have to lie to everyone about your age," Further again.
His sturdy hand stretched out, stroking Van Yan's head trembling, "you know why I didn't allow you to call me Father?" Ask the man.
Van was silent, now his body was no longer trembling. "Because I'm not your son, Uncle...." Wiry reply.
"I know you're different, but I'm also very curious" The man approached and grabbed Van's hair until the boy's head was raised and looked up at him, "you haven't really noticed this long, or are you just pretending to be innocent?!" His hissing's cold.
Van did not reply, he just stared back at the man with a soft look.
"Even you never cry." The man took off his grip on Van's hair and instantly made the boy's head hit the ground hard. "Don't ever do the same thing you did to that sheep in front of anyone other than me, or you'll really finish me off." Firmly cold.
