She was running again; it was the same dream I had before. I am chasing my little sister through the meadow of blue flowers. She was fast, for being only a couple of years younger than me. Always up to mischief and the urge to play outside. It was midsummer in Sweden, and the flowers had grown all out, covering the whole meadow with blue and yellow colours. Probably the reason why she liked to run through it was the creation of her own walking path. Of course, as an idiot, I always ran after her, since it was my responsibility to babysit her when she decided to go on these adventures, but the smile she had on her face struck me as if she felt free to do whatever she wanted. Is that what they call Freedom?
When she kept running, I noticed how the younger version of me slowed down a little bit, which would be the worst decision I would make in my life. While she disappeared from the meadow, he followed suit, and if he hadn't slowed down, he would have been 10 seconds behind her instead of 30-40, and maybe that would have made a big difference. Younger me came out of the meadow and looked around.
"Seri…" No response, and he was slowly getting agitated.
"SERI!" younger me screamed out in the air.
He doesn't realise it is too late; he came out of the meadow too late. Seri is gone, no more.
"SERI!....SERI!" He kept screaming as he walked towards the lake.
Now comes the worst part…wait for it, Zan… and there he started to cry. He ran out into the lake with Seri, who was bleeding out with several wounds in the chest and stomach area. He really tried to turn her around and felt the pulse, and he tried to give her CPR in the water, but she did not have a pulse and most probably died on direct impact. The younger me, who is an idiot, did not understand this as he was screaming in the water while someone with a cloak and something looking like a sword attached to the left arm with blood dripping down on the grass. Why did I not try to see the face? Usually, I am very cautious about my surroundings. Today, I missed it entirely, and the tears in my eyes blurred my vision, so I could not see clearly. The individual in the cloak disappeared, and younger me kept crying over my sister's body.
"Stop embarrassing yourself, get the fudge out of the water, idiot!" I told him that even though I couldn't change a dream.
He grabbed her and slowly got out of the water, wrapping her arms around his neck, and slowly he started to walk home with blood dripping behind him. At that moment, a part of my soul vanished; it was the moment I gave up a part of my life.
He kept weeping the whole way home until he stopped and smelled the air. Of course, this was the moment I completely gave up my soul and my identity. He ran towards the house that was on fire, the home where all his security and life were. He tried running in through the door, but something pushed him with full force, so he and his dead sister flew a couple of meters from the door onto the grass. I looked inside the house and saw Mom staring at me; her tears were impossible to forget. Younger me understood that he was not allowed to try to enter the house. I know, the investigators wrote after reading the report. The whole house with fire surrounding it was a devil's trap; it is impossible to break, and if I had entered it, it would have been impossible for me to get out. Our mother knew this and pushed me away, but her tears when she saw the body of Seri were impossible to imagine. Never did she have a chance to hug her dead daughter or hug her son for the last time. She kept looking at us, crying her heart out while she slowly caught fire, and she didn't flinch a moment while she was dying, and slowly the fire devoured her while the younger me kept screaming. The whole situation was bad, as younger me did not even bury Seri. He just sat there, looking at the fire, and the tears kept dripping down his cheek.
"Hey! Brat! It is time to run!" I told him, as I already knew what was going to happen.
A year ago, our Mom, Samantha Van Polan. Who adopted me and Seri, as she had no children of her own. She was a hero's sister, which could pose as a threat with a last name like that. She told me to take Seri and run for our lives if there were any suspicious activities. If I were alone, she just told me to run as far as I could from the danger.
Now he got up and started to run into the woods, leaving our sister on the ground without giving her a proper burial. A coward, who only listened to what his mother had instructed him, without any thought of understanding for his sister. Damn coward!.
On this day, the name Ragna Van Polan died; a new name was born, and my name became Zan Van Pan…The Bounty Hunter.
I opened my eyes and noticed it was pitch black. I was on my stomach, which was strange. Blood was covered on the wooden floor, ah, that mother fudger. They freaking shot me in the head. Looked around and noticed the tight space around me.
"You have to be kidding with me, they buried me in a coffin?"
I tried moving around, but I couldn't even turn my body as it was too tight. I moved both my arms to the front, but couldn't move them in front of me. I pushed my right fist towards the floor and tried to get my elbow above as it scraped through the wood, causing a deep wound as blood dripped down. Okay Zan! Now try to push your whole back upwards, and suddenly a crack sound was heard, shit! I don't even know how far down they buried me. I managed to raise my left arm in the same position as my right arm, and I was bleeding from the other elbow now. Kept pushing upward and created some space, but the soil of dirt was slowly coming through one of the cracks. If the dirt comes through, I am dead meat.
I had created some space as my back was holding up the wall above. I had a couple of centimetres of space for my fist, and I kept hitting the ground on the coffin to try and make a hole to fit my knee there and push myself upward.
After a couple of tries to push my knees forward, I managed to get into a standing foster position. I need to call the doctor after all this is over. The top of the coffins kept making sounds, and it felt like it could break any moment, trying to bury me in the soil, but of course, as smart as I am, only a push upward. I pushed with all my strength as the soil filled up beneath me, until the top broke, and I went up with the feeling of my fist above the soil. Desperately, I pushed away all the dirt, managed to get my head out, and took quick breaths while looking around.
"Motherfuckers! I am going to kill all of them for shooting half my head off."
Slowly, I climped out of the grave and noticed that a massacre had happened here, a man with both his legs chopped up, a naked woman whose chest had been cracked open. I moved around to check the other bodies lying around, all dead. I counted them up and noticed that two women were missing, the pink-haired one with big tits and glasses who looked like a secretary, the way she looked at a person that made me think I was in an adult movie. The green-haired pointy ears were also missing, and the four bastards responsible for this massacre were also missing. They are so dead, I don't give a shit about money on this one. They made it personal when half my head went missing; motherfuckers made the whole healing process a bitchslap in the face with prolonged time. I picked up a baton from the ground among the bodies, swung it a couple of times, and it broke in the middle.
"FUCK!"
Tried to look around to see if there were any other weapons, but the women didn't even have
any weapons on them. Who the Hell goes on a bounty without arming themselves with a weapon?... Oh wait! I didn't have any with me.
I found a stick on the ground that showed all the signs to me that it would die on the first hit. Well, it is better than having nothing. I moved ahead and noticed that the path we came through the woods on had an opening on the right. These guys were quite huge and didn't sound that smart for the short while I knew them. I will take the new path further into the woods and see if I can catch them.
After walking for a couple of minutes along the path, as the idiots didn't seem to know how to cover their tracks, I noticed a turtle on the ground. It was as big as my hand and was making a weird sound. Staring at a pool of what I understood was now the blood of a squashed shell with meat under it. Oh my god! Did they kill the other turtle? Wait a minute…Is it the sound of crying?
I bent down and clapped lightly on the shell of the crying turtle.
"Hey, little fella! They killed your friend?"
It looked up at me, and it kept making the same sound:
"Gah…Gah!"
Now…that sound reminds me of something…oh yeah! Seagull, the annoying bird, why in the flying Hell does the turtle sound the same? I mean, everyone hates Seagulls because they are pricks. If they did that sound while someone was passing by, it is understandable that someone would want to keep them quiet. I got an idea, a bad idea, but still an idea.
"Little Gah! How about you join me and we go into the battle together?"
"Guuuuuuah?"
I picked up Gah, loosened my tie, put it around the shell, and tightened it really hard. I now have a shield with a grip, so let's just hope Gah doesn't get smashed to bits when protecting me.
"Let's go kill the enemies!" I said, walking with Gah, who did seem to scream with enjoyment at joining the hunt and being stuck on my left hand as a shield.
"GAHGAHGAHGAHGAHGAHGAHGAH…GAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Who knew a turtle could get so excited about getting revenge?