Post by Pyro on Feb 12, 2014 8:31:19 GMT -5
Pyrius stood in the middle of the rashed room. What was once his family's living-room where they had spent so many happy hours together was now an unrecognizable mess. The few pieces of his mother's favorite chair were scattered around the room, his father's work table in splinters. Despite the obvious violence that had occured here, no gore of any kind was visible; no blood on the walls, no leftover human pieces anywhere. Still, bullet holes and scorch marks scarred the walls that were once faded blue. A large hole stood out against the otherwise smooth surface of the wall on his left. The television was smashed against the floor, pieces of glass laying around it, the lamp layin gbeside it, flickering weakly. Pyrius fought to keep the tears back as he remembered his family and the time they had spent in this room. 3 days had passed since he set out against the Barron. The KG made sure no object was left untouched. Pyrius noticed the shape of his father's katana on the wall from where it had hung for so many years. He realized the KG must have taken it as a trophy. He remembered sparrin gwith his father for fun; how both would give all they had, but neither had ever won against the other, the fights always ended in a draw. A glint caught his eye. As he turned, he saw it was his sister's necklace, miraculously undamaged. He remembered the day he had given it to her, how excited she was. Since that day, she had never taken it off. He took the necklace in one hand, took his own sword in the other, and began wrapping the necklace around the hilt. As he did so, he made a solemn oath to avenge his family, and to see the downfall of the Barron. He then stood up, looked around the room one last time, and walked out, leaving behind the life he once knew.
