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"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him. From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering. If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree? Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse. His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way. Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden? Support on Patreon patreon.com/Lordofsleep
The stars showcased their splendour in the night sky as they hovered over Marvel City. While their brilliance was displayed, a youth with dreadlocks could be seen below. He took refuge behind Mr Ming's restaurant, hoping his getaway would be clean. His name was Taf, short for Tafari. But only a few special people called him Taf.
At the moment, he could barely stand.
It was visible to the naked eye that he had been beaten black and blue during his recent encounter with the Bing Gang, one of the innumerable gangs that called the city their home. Still, he smiled as he looked down at the pouches within his grasp. However, it faded away as he still lamented how close he came to losing his life to those thugs.
"Damn it! I'm still far too weak."
He uttered while grasping his left arm that had taken the brunt of the beating in his bid to escape. Recalling what transpired earlier, he clicked his tongue at the gang's significant increase in number. Their recruiting process had been a riveting success as he saw a swarm flocking to enter his recent engagement with them.
Thankfully, they were still dumb, but soon, their numbers will compensate for this seeming flaw. Before then, however, Taf intended to continue basking in their seeming stupidity, a weakness he would exploit mercilessly.
It might seem callous and absurd for a child to endanger himself to such an extent. Yet one has to understand that Tafari was one of the many orphans in the city's streets who had been left to fend for themselves.
At the mere age of ten, he had defied the odds by adopting the dog-eat-dog lifestyle. But it could be more accurate to say he was a mouse stealing the lion's share of food.
The countless gangs of the city preyed upon those without backing and then lured in the unsuspecting poor and undernourished kids into their ranks. They were promised protection and food to fill up their empty stomachs. It was the reason their yearly recruitment efforts have been so successful.
Tafari had many run-ins with these gangs, tempted by their sweet promises of a better future. Yet, he staunchly refused them on countless occasions. At a young age, he realized he should not entrust anyone.
Help without cause was akin to trusting a man in the desert with water, only to get butchered by him later. How could he possibly fall for such quickly spouted lies?
Due to his knowledge of the city's ins and outs, he had fended off many of these gangs on numerous occasions, one of which was the Bing Gang. He had been eluding them for the past month, but it was because he always managed to fight them off.
Tafari was not known for his fighting skills.
No.
Not at all.
Still, he was famous in the city for another reason. They called him the decisive Mouse who knew where to hide. Some may call him a coward for his actions, but it was a well-deserved compliment to him.
During one of his encounters, a member of the Bing Gang shouted at him. The person taunted and insulted him, calling him a mouse who only knew how to run and hide.
Tafari just replied with a smirk,
"Do you know why the hero doesn't tell his tale? It's simple because heroes die nobly, and the lowly cowards live to tell the tale. Now, would you rather be the hero or the storyteller?"
He had always accepted what he was and what he had done in the intervening years with the gangs and will continue to do so in the next few years. After all, he did it all to survive.
However, recently, he tried to stay on a more morally righteous path by taking out the trash and cleaning up at one of the local restaurants, even if he only made ends meet.
This restaurant was called Ming's Spot and was owned by Mr Ming.
Although it was not the most delightful job, Tafari had always felt grateful to Mr. Ming for the opportunity. Few were so kind-hearted in a city with hundreds of thousands of citizens.
Sometimes, despite thousands of people roaming the streets daily, it was lonely. Tafari was someone they pretended didn't exist. Like a homeless man, most ignored him—his existence was despised.
Their harsh coldness was something not even the peak of summer could alleviate. Therefore, Mr Ming was exceptional; he was hope, a beacon of loving warmth that thawed Tafari's cold heart.
Editor: Shiksha_Jerath & Robespierre_K
