NOVEL NEXT Chapter 68: Rage
"--have a Dungeon to keep you safe, you can forget about your kids growing up. How about you come and warm my bed tonight? I'll make a good step-daddy." Harris could see that the man talking was holding tightly to the arm of Hulk's wife.
Two men from his neighborhood were laying beaten and battered on the ground, he couldn't tell if they were alive. There were two more men not far from the tree where the brothers were hiding. Both were holding onto two children with knives to their throats.
One child lay on the ground, Harris could see the blood pooling under him. He could also see the mother sobbing amongst the others from the neighborhood. It looked like the only thing holding the men back from acting were the two kids that were currently being held, hostage.
One of the children was Hulk's child, the other belonged to another of his neighbors. Harris was seething with rage. The child that lay on the ground wasn't moving, he could assume the worst.
Harries gestured to Farris to remain silent and sent a general idea of the situation to him through his Grimoire. Two of the enemies were Level 18 and the other was Level 20. He motioned to go around the other side of the trunk and get the drop on the two close to them.
The big man spoke up again. "You women should have come quietly when Blade and Thorn asked kindly the other day. There are quite a few of us now, all I have to do is give the word and we will take you anyway."
The men in the group gritted their teeth but knew the man was right. They weren't strong enough, most of them being well under Level 15. Even if they were, they couldn't blatantly attack the men and let two more children die.
Everyone's eyes were glaring at the large man as he finished ripping the top off of the woman's chest. Her arm had already begun to bruise heavily under the man's grip. He began laughing loudly as he fondled her breasts.
His laughs were loud enough that he didn't hear two bodies dropping behind him. His eyes didn't even have time to change from mocking to surprise as his world turned upside down.
The man's lifeless body fell limp as his head fell through the air, rolling away across the dirt. Hulk's wife turned, the man's painful grip had been replaced with a gentle stroke as a cloak was draped over her shoulders.
"It's alright now." Harris patted her back and helped her pull the cloak over her bosom.
Tears fell from the woman's eyes as she buried her head into his chest, allowing the anger from the situation to finally die down into fear and sorrow. Farris was gently cradling the body of the fallen boy, tears could be seen slowly falling from his eyes.
Farris cleaned the blood as well as he could and took the body over to the crying mother. No one could know how she was feeling, she had always been a very cheerful woman.
She would regularly walk through the neighborhood smiling with the boy and a young girl trailing behind her. Her husband had died in a work accident years before, and she'd been a single mother since, refusing to go out until her children were grown.
Everyone watched as Farris sank down on both knees, gently laying the limp body before her. The woman lay down and held onto the child as her wails filled the clearing.
Many of the women started crying as the men held tightly to them and their children. It was dangerous to make so much noise in this world, but at that moment no one cared. There were even long howls in the distance as if the wildlife could feel the woman's anguish.
Harris stepped away after Hulk's wife, Sara, had calmed down a bit. He went to check on the two fallen men. Both of them were breathing, but barely, their wives sat by their sides crying. All around it was a very depressing scene.
The two injured men would have to be carried to the Dungeon, and the body of the boy had to be buried. For now, he just let everyone shed their emotions. They had been strong since they'd come to this world, the true cruelty had just now shown itself to them.
While everyone was shedding tears, Harris walked over to the man that he had knocked unconscious and kicked him awake. The guy was still woozy and having trouble focusing his vision.
Harris tossed the head of the big guy into his lap. Only then did the man quickly realize his situation.
"Pl... Pl... Please forgive me. I didn't know they were going to kill a child. W.. We were only sent here to recruit new mem--- bluahh!"
The man puked blood onto the ground as Harris shoved his fist into the guy's stomach. The puking man had barely seen his captor's arms move, he was terrified!
"You keep your fucking mouth shut and listen. Take this head back to Blade and Thorn. Tell them that if they ever come near our people again.. they will have a similar look on their faces as their heads roll across the ground." Harris shoved the head into the man's arms before kicking him to the side.
Some of the men watched this happen and smirked satisfactorily at the man's helplessness. They didn't know how the brothers had become so strong, but they vowed they would do the same. Their families would never have to suffer such hardships again if they could also gain such power.
Harris walked over to his own wife and two children and explained the situation to them. They were glad to see he was okay, but even that joy couldn't cover the pain they were feeling. The boy who died was one of his son's friends and had spent a lot of time at their home.