First Kill

"Boy, give me back the money that I lost to you if you want to go out of here alive," Harold said in a cold voice.

Refneck and Orlon back away in fear. Arrluk was also nervous. The only real fight that Arrluk had fought was with his fist. Never had he fought against a person holding an iron sword? Therefore, Arrluk thought of ways through which he can get out of this predicament.

Running back wasn't an option because the guy could easily overtake Redneck and Orlon before running out of the alley as they were still children.

"Boy, I won't say it again. Leave your money and get the fuck out of here." Harold started walking towards them slowly. Just as he cam within two meters of the kids, Arrluk quickly complied in giving their money to Harold.

"Sir, Don't kill us. I will give you all the money I have with me here, but please don't kill us." Arrluk said in a pleading tone. He put his hands inside his clothes, acting to take out the coins in his pocket.

Harold relaxed, seeing the kids were giving in to his threat. He lowered his sword and waited for Arrluk to give him his money with interest. Arrluk was waiting for this moment.

Seeing that Harold's guard was lowered, Arrluk threw the bag in his hand at Harold's face.

Harold was visibly shocked. He brought his free hand in front to block the bag from hitting his face.

Harold took a step back as he pushed the bag aside.

"Wha... where did he?" Harold saw that Arrluk had vanished from his place.

Crunch!

"Aahh!" Harold felt pain, immense pain traveling from his groin up to his stomach. Arrluk took a step back after giving a strong kick to Harold's nuts.

"Ooh... I used more strength than was necessary. He probably won't be able to use them for a while... or maybe never.' Arrluk decided he should work on controlling his strength, or he may just kill someone accidentally.

Thud!

Harold fell down to his knees with hands covering whatever that was left between his legs.

"My... balls!" Harold's voice cracked.

"Next time, you show your fucking face to me, I swear I will cut your dick and balls and stuff them down your throat. Do you understand?" Arrluk took his knife out and placed it around Harold's throat.

Harold nodded his head, furiously.

"Good! Redneck, Orlon, let's go," Arrluk picked up his bag and called the two kids to follow him. He left Harold suffering in pain and thought such a lesson would be enough to teach this guy not to mess with him. But he was soon proven wrong. He heard a sound behind him and then a scream.

Arrluk turned back and saw Redneck lying face down on the ground. Harold had also picked up his sword and placed it on the kid's neck. Harold had just now tripped one of the kids as they passed by him. Orlon looked terrified and quickly stepped away from Harold's reach.

Harold smirked like a devil though his face still appeared ugly due to pain constantly assaulting his crotch.

"You... son of bitch!... ha... ha... I will fucking kill... you all..."After saying this, Harold raised his sword and brought it down on the neck of Redneck, who seemed to understand his fate as he closed his eyes in terror.

Whoosh!

Puchi!

Harold's eyes widened in confusion and then horror. He felt searing pain from his throat.

Thud!

Harold fell back on his knees, with his grip loosened on the sword as it fell on the ground with a clang.

Redneck took that chance to crawl away to safety.

Arrluk stood in his place like a statue, watching Harold's life escape from his body. He was just as shocked as two other kids who were now looking at him in awe.

When Harold threatened with Redneck's life, Arrluk took out his knife and threw it at Harold instinctively. All of this was done in one smooth motion as the Knife embedded itself straight into Harold's throat.

"Arrluk?..." Orlon spoke to bring their new leader out of his stupor.

Arrluk finally looked away from all the blood that was slowly becoming a puddle around the dead body.

"Orlon, Redneck, quickly pick your bags and take mine too. Go straight to our house, and don't talk to anyone about this until I come back."

"What are you gonna do?" Redneck asked, his voice still shaking after experiencing such a brush with death.

"I... I need to hide the body somewhere so that no one traces it back to us. Go now before anyone else come to this alley and see us." Arrluk told them to make haste. He passed his bags to them before watching them run out of the alley.

Without wasting another second, Arrluk ran to the corpse. The first thing Arrluk did was to check Harold's pockets. Money is worthless to a dead man and Arrluk wasn't going to let it go to waste. Arrluk found a pouch that jingled with coins and a knife on Harold's body.

He looked at the sword and thought of taking it too but he also feared someone could trace it back to him.

"Right! I can sacrifice it to the Altar. Arrluk placed his palm on the pommel of the normal iron sword and thought of sacrificing the weapon in his head multiple times. After saying it three times, Arrluk saw a grey light leaving the sword's body and into the blue screen that had pooped out of nowhere.

Just after which he also saw another brighter grey light leaving Harold's dead body and rushing into the blue screen of the altar.

Arrluk was going to check the lines that had shown up on the screen but he suddenly heard a series of footsteps echoing from around the corner of the alley. In the direction from where Arrluk and the kids had entered the narrow alley.

Arrluk had no time to waste. He immediately rushed out from the other end of the alley which was nearer to him.

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