A murderous backstory...

As my grandparents swiftly spread their cards on the top of a rough-surfaced table, Silently, I was there who walked around, rolling my eyeballs towards every old picture frame placed on every corridor.

I've been willing to ask my parents why… every man and woman in those old picture frames always held a shining blade, but I knew they were some fearless warriors from the wretched, catastrophic past. But I don't see the truth or story behind those stern faces.

My mom… I remembered for she was putting makeup on her face there, inside of her room. I decided to go there and simply ask.

As I ran, I passed by a room where I saw my older brothers and sisters talking to my dad. Strange thought… I never saw them gathered together like that… we never had that kind of a good relationship or bond. But never did I care anyway. If I go ask them what they were discussing about, surely, they would push me away and say something like "Oh Rangen! Sorry… you may not understand these things. You are too young."

So then, I continued hastening my short little legs towards my destination.

Excited, I slowly opened a door that leads me to her room. The sun has shown its light upon my eyes. So gently, I wiped them while walking forward.

As she heard a small creak from the door, she faced her head unto me on a side-way position. Surprised, she smiled as she spread her arms towards me, expecting a lovely, comforting hug, with no deceit that can be found on her face.

Moved by her attracting action, I ran towards her, willing to do what she expects.

My mother bent down, for I was too small to reach her top.

But as I was merely a meter away.

I… suddenly felt a tremble… an evil, horrendous presence, a dark aura wherein there was such an absence of light. It was something that was hiding deep within her sweet soul. It was terrifying for someone such as a small kid, she or he would surely turn their backs and flee... but in the end, it'll be their end because of its deed.

Though I kind of hesitated to slow down… but I didn't tremble; what's important right now is that I WILL HUG MY MOTHER!

But sadly… as soon as I did realize, my mother quickly flickered her left hand unto her back, grabbing something dangerous and sharp… it was an item that can consume anyone's blood lust… or their lymph. Something that can pierce through someone's flesh, an object that can end a person's living state to, and after a few days, an old elegy will be sung unto thee.

…a knife.

Energetically, I moved faster towards her as I swiftly turned around, bending my legs, focusing my control, and sacrificing all of my haste from my hands and chest to my lower body.

For the first time in my life, I have seen something that can impress my grandparents, siblings, and myself. But based on what I did, something made me unhappy but happy at the same time! To think that my feelings were mixed.

As I exert a massive pushing force down from my feet, I jumped, evading contaminated air or dust to avoid my plan's failure. As I launched myself, I focused my backbones and muscles to do a perfect bend.

I saw my mother took out the knife. Not even thinking twice, she stabbed, but therefore she blinked, and as she opened her eyes, she was shocked for I wasn't on that empty space.

As soon as she didn't realize, she looked up and saw my back.

I did a backflip over my mother.

While all the murderous intent was on her mind, I didn't care… because right after she unconsciously dropped the knife as I hugged her tightly from behind!

Full of exhaustion and downheartedness, she shed an innocent tear from her right eye as I said unto her, "It's just me, mom… calm down. I'm here! Your youngest son, "Rangen." and I'm here to give you the huggies!"

My mom turned to me and passionately hugged me back. I know… she has been through a lot. But I was guilty… for I do not know her downing situation.

"Mommy, those nasty people on the picture frames, why do they always have a sword??" I said.

As she wiped her tears on her eyes, she took a deep breath that could be a sigh, but she then happily replied.

…she said that they were swordsmen who wielded their swords for centuries, traveling, defending every nation they see that were likely to be corrupted. They were strong… they fought many battles, duels, and wars over the years. They made a massive remembrance of our bloodline.

I'd like to hear more about them. But sadly… it seems that our precious moment of time is up. One of our maids barged in through the door and shouted, "Ma'am! Take Rangen and RUN! There!-

I didn't get to hear what she said because suddenly, I fell unconscious, for my mother quickly hand-chopped me on the neck.

Surely… there was something terrible going on. As I wandered deep down in my thoughts, I began to worry.

Based on what I saw before one of our maid's faces, she looked scared, terrified, exhausted, and pale. It could be that one from the members of my family... were trying to do something terrible to her… but I didn't have proof. My family is decent. All kinds of values were taught to every one of us, brothers and sisters, parents, and even my grandparents.

I expect murderers would take me as their captive or a hostage as soon as I wake up from this forceful slumber.

Just having thoughts, that worry became despair, the desolation of heart, sorrow… and more complicated feelings that a person should have, after seeing something mysterious, but could turn into a catastrophic effect of scenery.

I felt the blood from my vein's neck, slowly flowing back to its normal state for I woke up… it was quite strange for I can't hear anything.

To do the will of my own curiosity, I opened my eyes.

I was still in my mother's room… but something was a bit off…

It was nighttime, but there aren't any night lights opened. In the night, well… they were supposed to be opened. But no, only the moonlight reflected upon the surfaces in the room.

Dull, boring, and quiet. The place somehow… was supposed to be lively… but things changed.

The date that I was in from before was the 28th of July, the year 2020. The world I was in was a modern one.

I stood up and noticed that the shirt I was wearing began to wore tightly on me.

I searched for a mirror, and I found one, a mirror whom my mom uses every time she puts makeup on her face.

I looked… different.

Somehow I gained extra muscles on my body.

I was shocked for my body had… six bellies! Oh, and my chest got more prominent, too! Thinking that I've definitely grown…

Time passed and yet… every object and every surface in the room was still in place from what I remembered before.

Indeed, nothing has changed at all. But I remember my mom, she dropped her knife from before…

I looked for it, but noticed that it wasn't there… It was supposed to be there! On the floor!

But as soon as I didn't realize, I felt something that was ripping my right pocket in my tight shorts. It was my mother's knife.

I took it out and noticed that it didn't have a single scratch… somehow, it's like brand new! Meaning… my mother didn't even use that knife for something. But could it be..? that she'd only use it…

…to kill me?

I think it doesn't matter… I needed to check this house's situation right away.