CRIMSON BREAK: PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

"Please don't! Please, please! Let them go! They're just kids, please."

A woman pleads as a knife slowly strikes her son's shoulder.

He's screaming in pain, screaming for help, screaming for his mother's name.

"Why would I stop? This is what I want and I enjoy doing it." A teenage male with brown hair sneered as he slapped the woman's face so hard that made her head turn.

"We love seeing every happy family suffer, to the point that you'll regret being joyful and having a very great family," an Asian-looking male snickered and pulled the woman's hair harshly.

"Please, I beg you. You're hurting my son, please," she sobbed, but the killers were deaf for the pleading and begging of their poor victim.

Her son screamed as he was losing a lot of blood from where one of the killers stabbed him with the knife from their kitchen.

"Please," she gulps. "Take me. Kill me instead. Please, just not my son. Not him, please?" She pleaded again as her tears kept streaming down from her eyes.

One of the killers who was sitting on one of the sofas stood up and walked towards her.

"You want us to kill you instead of your poor son?" He asked as he tilted his head to the side.

The woman nodded her head. "Yes, kill me instead. Just let him go."

The killer chuckled, "Idiot."

He punched her on her stomach, making her fall from kneeling on the floor and spit blood.

They're evil. They don't know how to show mercy.

They feed on killing. They find pleasure in killing.

They're nothing but wickedly take anyone's life.

"You know what? I want you to let you go and live your life, but if that's what you wish..."

He smiled at her and kicked her stomach, making her spurt more blood again on the floor.

"Hey, Nick, give me a knife."

The brown-haired teenager gave this killer a knife that was from the woman's kitchen utensils.

He played the tip of the knife, shining from the ray of moonlight escaping from the windows.

"Oh my God! Don't let my son see this, please?"

The woman looked around, and she found the eyes of the teenager's confused and shocked eyes.

"Please, get him to the hospital. Help him, help my son," she pleaded to him.

"Hey, woman! Why are you lookin' at him? Look at me. He's not going to help you. He's one of us, and he will not show any lenity to you." The brown-haired male called the attention of the victim and squatted in front of her.

The Asian male glances at the confused teenager. "You don't look like a bad guy, newbie. You have to be scary, roar!" He advised and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Look, woman, I'll let your son go, but I'm going to have to kill you," he uttered and sighed.

He acts like he's bargaining for a negotiation, a negotiation of killings and death.

Her eyes were darkening because of too much torture this killers did to her.

"Yes, we'll let him go, darling," he uttered before he slowly pricked her neck with the kitchen knife.

Blood squirted from her neck, dripping from her mouth. She made a sound of wheezing, and her eyes were now all white. Her legs are twitching.

A laugh is heard from the two of the killers behind the killer who killed the woman.

"That's one hell of sacrificial for a dyin' son," The brown-haired man commented in between his laughs.

"Why do they always say please?" The Asian guy mimicked the pleading of their victim and laughed.

"I don't know, Riko. But I think some of them like to please us," The brown-haired guy replied to him. He motioned his hand like he was slicing his neck as he stuck out his tongue and acted like he was choking.

The Asian guy he called Riko laughed like it was just a normal funny joke to him while there was a dead woman beside his feet.

The leader, a teenager, nods his head and takes his face close to the dead woman's face, which is full of blood.

"Don't you know this fact, that if I let your son go and you're dead, he'll also die because of loss of blood? What an idiot Mommy you are," he mumbled like he was talking to the woman and tapped the dead woman's face twice.

"Mama... Mama?" The boy sobbed, his face was now pale, blood was gushing from his wounded shoulder, and tears were falling from her eyes.

One of the killers pulled him close to the woman.

"Say bye-bye to your, Mama. Go on, cry, baby cry," he mocked and laughed out so loud.

The boy hugged his mother with his one hand as he cried and cried.

"Poor little boy. Now, where is your Minnie Mouse twin, huh?" The killer who killed the woman asked, but the boy just sobbed and sobbed over her mother's corpse.

"Hey! Answer me!" He yelled, but the boy was losing his breath. He pulled his hair and asked again. "I'm asking you a question, little boy. Where is your little sister?"

He stayed silent until he got out of breath and died over his mother's dead body.

"What the f*ck? Where's that Minnie Mouse?" He asked one of his men.

No one answered.

"Nick, I told you to tie her up," he sighed as the killer named Nick scratched his head.

"The little rat escaped," Nick answered.

He soughed before looking behind him where his newly recruited teenager was standing from the corner of the woman's house.

He could see the shock on his face, but the killer just chuckled and walked towards him.

"Did you like the show?" He asked the newbie.

The teenager sighed and gulped. "Ye - yeah," he stuttered as he couldn't keep his eyes away from a dead woman.

"Good, 'cause next time, you'll be the one to do that." He smiled and tapped the shoulder of the newbie. "And welcome to the club, young man."

The teenager swallowed the shock as he witnessed the killing of the woman and her son, but he was lucky that the leader didn't see him being soft for the little girl...

He's the one who let her escape.