Havoc was raised in a large city by an abusive father. The man didn't just hit his son though, he also let out his rage on Havoc's mother. After a harsh fight, in the middle of the night there was a scream from his mother and no other sounds. The next morning it had been reported that the mother had mysteriously vanished without a trace. Afraid that he could be next, even though he was only sixteen, the boy left as soon as the next day as quickly as he could.
Havoc had to raise himself from there, he grew up on the streets and in the wilderness. He learned to survive without money and be on his own for a long time. He learned that adventuring was a good way to get some good coin and did some off jobs every now and then so that he would be able to make life a little bit easier.
Four years after he ran away, Havoc wanted to go back, and visit his home again. He returned to the city he was raised and, and somehow remembered the way to his house. A little after noon time, the now twenty year old was knocking on his abusive father's door. He was nervous, his heart pounded. His mind was moving at the speed of light, reminding him of how he was hit, and how his mother mysteriously disappeared.
The door opened before he could decide he should leave. There stood his father, looking as though he was a drunk, as though he was fine. In the background a kid was running around happily. The man squinted his eyes and looked at Havoc, feeling as though he's seen him before, but the wilderness played tricks on his facial features, changing from his boyish face to a face of a man.
"Yeah? What do you want?"
"Don't remember me? Father."
There was no courtesy in his voice. Then the man at the door realized. He tried to shut the door but Havoc slammed into it, breaking it. He grabbed his old man by the neck and dragged him with him. The kid was screaming and crying, not understanding. Woman, seemingly pleasant ran to the kid to see what was wrong, but Havoc and his father were already gone. The door was still broken, though.
Havoc took his father to the nearest alleyway. And threw him to the ground.
"Son! What are you doing?! Why-"
"You killed my mother...I can't call you my father. You used to hit me, you've been a drunk your whole life. It's time for my revenge."
Havoc gripped his sword and held it above him.
"Son, wait. I've changed. After you ran away, I didn't know how to handle myself, and I quit drinking, I started a new family and am happy!"
"Good story." The sword came down on his father. No, not his father. He didn't consider the man his flesh and blood.
No other sounds came from the man as Havoc sheathed a sword, stained with blood. He could now live without anger in his heart. But this would, of course, change him forever.
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Havoc had to raise himself from there, he grew up on the streets and in the wilderness. He learned to survive without money and be on his own for a long time. He learned that adventuring was a good way to get some good coin and did some off jobs every now and then so that he would be able to make life a little bit easier.
Four years after he ran away, Havoc wanted to go back, and visit his home again. He returned to the city he was raised and, and somehow remembered the way to his house. A little after noon time, the now twenty year old was knocking on his abusive father's door. He was nervous, his heart pounded. His mind was moving at the speed of light, reminding him of how he was hit, and how his mother mysteriously disappeared.
The door opened before he could decide he should leave. There stood his father, looking as though he was a drunk, as though he was fine. In the background a kid was running around happily. The man squinted his eyes and looked at Havoc, feeling as though he's seen him before, but the wilderness played tricks on his facial features, changing from his boyish face to a face of a man.
"Yeah? What do you want?"
"Don't remember me? Father."
There was no courtesy in his voice. Then the man at the door realized. He tried to shut the door but Havoc slammed into it, breaking it. He grabbed his old man by the neck and dragged him with him. The kid was screaming and crying, not understanding. Woman, seemingly pleasant ran to the kid to see what was wrong, but Havoc and his father were already gone. The door was still broken, though.
Havoc took his father to the nearest alleyway. And threw him to the ground.
"Son! What are you doing?! Why-"
"You killed my mother...I can't call you my father. You used to hit me, you've been a drunk your whole life. It's time for my revenge."
Havoc gripped his sword and held it above him.
"Son, wait. I've changed. After you ran away, I didn't know how to handle myself, and I quit drinking, I started a new family and am happy!"
"Good story." The sword came down on his father. No, not his father. He didn't consider the man his flesh and blood.
No other sounds came from the man as Havoc sheathed a sword, stained with blood. He could now live without anger in his heart. But this would, of course, change him forever.
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