Neuvillette charged forward with full force, catching Silas off guard. He struck him with all his might in the chest, causing Silas to stop for a moment from the sheer power of the blow—it caused a momentary explosion in his heart.
But Silas lifted his head toward Neuvillette and pierced his abdomen with just his massive hand. He then lifted him into the air and threw him against the wall, shattering it completely… The killer grabbed Neuvillette by the hair and threw him toward the farm.
Neuvillette fell into a small hole that looked like a grave for someone. Silas grabbed a sickle and tried to cut off Neuvillette's head, but Neuvillette dodged the strike with great speed, spun toward the killer, and stabbed him forcefully in the back.
Silas tried to stab him again, but the detective dodged it. However, Silas let the sickle pierce him on purpose—just to stab Neuvillette at the same time.
Blood poured heavily from Neuvillette's eyes and mouth. He smiled with his left eye shut and praised Silas's cleverness, saying:
"You seem smart… for half a brain."
Silas pulled the sickle out… then slammed Neuvillette to the ground with all his strength, trying to decapitate him. But Neuvillette intentionally stabbed Silas's hand and grabbed the sickle with great force. Silas tried to pull it back, but it was no use. Neuvillette cut off Silas's hand, grabbed the sickle, stabbed his chest, and sliced him in a slanted half.
Silas tried to fight… but it was useless—his body was in pieces. He tried to hit Neuvillette with his other hand, but Neuvillette cut that off too. Silas staggered in the air until the mask fell from half his face. There was a little white hair, a large burn on his cheek, and a white eye.
Before falling to the ground, he uttered one word… that struck Neuvillette's ears like lightning.
"Mom… Dad… I'm sorry."
Then he fell into the small hole. Neuvillette approached him and heard noise coming from the house. He walked into the living room and found a picture of Silas with what seemed to be his parents… and it was gushing blood!
Neuvillette stared at the picture… until the blood lunged at his eyes. Suddenly, Silas's harsh past began flowing through the cords of Neuvillette's mind. In front of him appeared a small dinner table with the father, mother, and the son—Silas. The faces of the father and mother were not entirely clear.
They were having dinner quietly with smiles on their faces, until someone knocked on the door. The father got up and went to answer it… He opened it and saw a group of three people. He closed the door behind him. The mother seemed a little worried about her husband. After half an hour, the father returned, hiding his hand behind his back.
He sat at the table with a smile on his face. The mother had a strong sense that something was wrong. They all continued eating dinner. The mother then put her little boy—Silas—to bed and told him a bedtime story.
When Silas fell asleep, the mother went to her room. When she opened the door, she found the father stitching his severed finger back on. The mother was shocked, to the point she almost vomited. But she approached her husband, sadness in her eyes.
All of this, Neuvillette was witnessing and hearing. Then the mother spoke, saying:
"What happened to you, darling? Who were those people at the door?"
The father sighed deeply, as if trying to seal something within himself but couldn't, and said:
"A group of people want the farm for free. I told them I'd sell it to them for a fair price, but it seems the man with the scar didn't like that, so he cut off my finger. Now I'm trying to sew it back on."
The mother held her husband's shoulder, heartbroken for him, and said:
"What are we going to do? Do we leave the farm? What's the plan?"
The father, exhausted from all the thinking, looked at her and said:
"I'll report it to the police. Maybe they'll do something about those people."
The next morning, the father went to the police station to report those men. But the police response was bizarre!
"What do you mean you won't intervene because I live far from the city center? What kind of nonsense is this?!"
The officer replied very calmly, uninterested:
"Sir, this is the new policy from Mayor Ivan Collins. If you have an issue, go complain to him."
The father, angry, snatched his report off the officer's desk and said:
"Fine. I'll go to the mayor myself."
He went to the political mansion over and over again, but it was no use. No one responded to his requests to meet the mayor.
He returned home disappointed, his back bent, helpless—like every door had been closed to him. The mother looked at him and hugged him. She couldn't do anything for him.
Two weeks later… the father went on a private trip but didn't return for two days! The mother grew very worried about him. Dark thoughts started to invade her from every side. Late at night, someone banged on the door violently. The mother woke up and went to open it to see who it was.
She opened the door and found no one. She looked down and saw a blood-covered box. She bent down and opened it… and found her husband's head.
She screamed loudly and held it, crying. Silas woke up and hugged his mother. Under the head was a letter containing a continuous threat:
"This is your lovely husband's head… This is what happens to anyone who rises against our orders or defies them. So you'd better be very careful from now on."
After the father's death, the mother took care of everything—farming and raising Silas. Years passed, and Silas grew up, taking over his father's duties. By the age of 15, he had become the man of the house.
Some people looked down on them—especially Silas—calling him a loner and inadequate. They gave the mother false hope, empty promises that meant nothing. They never donated a single coin… just useless words.
On the cursed day, the mother and Silas were having dinner in deep silence when someone destroyed the door and entered. Three men stormed in.
One had a hideous scar, another was fat and carried a hammer, and the third had one arm and a gun in the other.
Silas rushed to grab his weapon, but the fat one threw the hammer at him, knocking him down. The mother tried to check on her son, but the scarred one grabbed her and threw her to the ground.
He grabbed her by the hair, with a disgusting grin on his face, and said:
"We gave you time… but it seems scum like you enjoy being made an example of. So you'll be joining your husband—but not before we enjoy ourselves a little first."
When Silas heard those words, he rushed to strike the man, but the one-armed man grabbed him and threw him to the ground. The fat one pounced on him and pinned him down, lifting Silas's head so he could watch what was about to happen to his mother.
The scarred man intended to rape her, which drove Silas into a frenzy. He attacked the scarred man and stabbed him in the eye. The fat one held Silas down while the scarred man, enraged, grabbed Silas's mother by the head and placed a knife to her throat, saying:
"You want to protect your mother? Then be my guest."
And he slit her throat right in front of Silas's eyes. Then he grabbed Silas's head and sliced it in half.
Silas collapsed to the ground, with half of his head cut open. Yet somehow, he still had some life left within him—he could still hear their voices.
The fat man, nervous, spoke up:
"What are we gonna do with them?"
The scarred man, wiping the blood from his eye, replied:
"Let's dig a small hole and bury the kid. As for the mother, we'll cut her up back at our hideout."
The one-armed man, clearly displeased with the scarred man's decision, said:
"We're taking her to the Siclave District? I don't think he'll approve of this."
The scarred man shouted in rage:
"To hell with him! Approve it or not—we're the ones taking the risk while he sits on his throne of spoils. Now help me out."
The scarred man placed the mother's body in the cart, and the fat man threw Silas into the hole. None of the three had any idea that Silas was still alive—even with half his head cut open.
Silas rose from the grave and made his way to the house. He gently brushed his fingers across the picture of his father and mother… until it was stained with blood. He began to cry, blaming himself for his weakness—for not being able to protect his mother, or even his father… He kept blaming himself over and over for not being able to do anything.
He made her a simple grave nearby his father's, so he could visit them both. He placed a box over his head so no one could see the miserable state he was in. Yet still, cruel whispers cut through his already broken heart.
"Look at him, wearing a box after his mother's death. What a disgrace."
Another voice added insult to injury:
"He even made her a basic grave—because he didn't even find her body. How pathetic."
Hearing those words only made the rage within him grow stronger. He returned home in a fury, looked at the photo of his parents, and began to cry and wail.
As he wept, a strong wind blew through the house, extinguishing the flames that lit it. Silas panicked, unsure of what was happening. As he stepped back, he bumped into someone—an enormous figure with unclear features, dressed in modern clothing. The figure spoke with a voice layered in two tones:
"Do you want to live like this? Numb with pain, hating your life? Listening to people around you calling you the ugliest of names? Do you want revenge for what happened to your parents?"
Silas was terrified, unable to understand what was happening—but deep down, he knew this was his golden chance. There was no other. If he refused, he'd spend his life hearing cruel words… but if he accepted, he would finally achieve the revenge he desperately longed for.
Silas gripped the man's hand tightly. The mysterious figure let out a faint laugh and said:
"Very well, young man. I will give you strength—an unbreakable body that can crush anyone who stands in your way."
But Silas pointed to his head. The figure understood what he meant and responded:
"I see. You don't want to hide the mark that now decorates your skull… So be it, boy."
The figure grabbed Silas's body, and Silas's eyes began to vanish and reappear repeatedly—until the stranger let go of him.
The man stood up and threw a cleaver toward Silas, saying:
"Go… kill them all. Only the strong deserve to live."