A boy sat in the corner of a dark and damp room, His eyes were lifeless and his body was Skinny, if someone were to take a peek inside his dirty shirt, they could see his bones with enough clarity to be counted. He had bright flowy blonde hair reaching his neck and blood red eyes.
A large hunk of a man came Infront of the boy and put a plate down, the man was several times bigger than the boy and had brunette hair. The plate he put down had a few slices of bread and water in a dirty glass.
The boy had drool slipping down his mouth after seeing the food put in front of him.
The large hunk of a man turned after pitifully looking at the boy. He spit in the ground in disgust as he entered through a door.
The scrawny boy immediately devoured the bread and downed the water like he had never ate or drank water in his life.
This boy was Erik, William D. Erik, He was once a loved and cared child with rich and successful parents. Three years ago, his parents died after pirates attacked their home town, They hid him inside a box and later his uncle, the brother of his mother found him. His uncle was the same man that gave him the bread and water.
His uncle's name was Hanzo, a drunkard that drank all the money Erik's parents left behind to Erik. This man ruined Erik's life worse than the pirates that killed his parents, Hanzo regularly beat him to unconscious and often abused him. Even though Erik was 10, he was as tall as a normal 8 year old kid, His constant starvation and abuse have caused his body to have the same height he had two years ago.
Of Erik ever got a chance to kill his Uncle, he wouldn't hesitate for a second. Hanzo had turned Erik's life into leaving hell, Erik was bound to this room only, this was his room, his world, He couldn't leave it even if he tried, there were no windows and the only door to this room was locked with a key Hanzo always carried with himself.
Erik has lived in these conditions for over two years and he is going to change that today, he is going to gain his freedom and escape this hell hole.
Erik lifted off a plank in the corner, where he was sitting just moments ago. There was a small tunnel just big enough for him to fit. A spoon laid beside the tunnel, he had used this small spoon to dig through the ground for 6 months and his tunnel was almost complete, this was the reason for his dirty clothes.
Erik picked up the spoon and started digging, he pushed all the dirt into the space between the ground and the planks of the floor and progressed in the quest to his freedom.
He saw the light of the night moon as he dug his way through the last bits of dirt on his way.
After escaping, he ran as far away from the hell hole known as Hanzo's house, Going through alley ways and narrow paths. Until he bumped up to a large figure, He fell down on the ground as he looked up, his eyes went wide as he couldn't make up words to utter from his mouth.
The large figure picked Erik from the neck and looked him in the eyes.
"Yeu peez o' shet dae ecscaep fro meh.(You piece of shit dare escape from me)" It was Hanzo, He was obviously drunk and was speaking gibberish but Erik understood it very well.
Erik gulped as a large fist came flying at him with neck breaking speeds, Erik tried escaping, clutching the large hands of Hanzo with his skinny arms, it was futile.
A punch landed on his face as blood escaped from Erik's broken nose. Hanzo sent another punch, breaking one of Erik's teeth, He held the face of Erik and slammed the kid into a wall in the alley way, fracturing Erik's skull from the impact, Erik cried out in pain as Hanzo held him once more from the neck and began his assault.
"Hew Dew Yeu leik tat yeu Sheet head. (How do you like that you S*it head)" Hanzo continued mauling the child using his fist, blood splattered all across Hanzo's fist and clothes.
"Dew you Dae Escepe fom meh naow? (Do you Dare Escape from me now?)" Hanzo said as he continued his assault.
He punched him again and Again, Turning the face of the child mauled, deformed and bloody.
Erik by this point was already in severe pain, he wouldn't care if he died or not.
At last, Hanzo picked up a metal rod from the side of the alley and jammed it into Erik's chest with a battle cry. That ended Erik's suffering as he laid in Hanzo's arm, lifeless.
Now realising what he had done, Hanzo picked up the dead body of the child and put it in a large ration bag. Hanzo carried the bloody body of his nephew all the way to a river in the island and threw the bag into it.