Post by jaguarate on Oct 6, 2015 1:44:03 GMT
1839
(Part I)
(Part I)
1839, I was only sixteen years old at the time, the time when the english decided to expand their filthy culture into the infinite and ancient land of China. How dare them? But we, the chinese people, didn't worry much, for our government ignored all their efforts to invade our lands with their dirty products, our governor knew how to please the people, he protected our land and culture for as long as he could, but those disrespectful english didn't gave up. I remember clearly, english sailors filled all the dark and wet holes they could find in our cities, and I lived near a slum, full of those unhonored kind, they got famous for selling opium for the chinese, once, onde came to me. "Hey boy, be like your friends and try this too!"
I was resilient, my parents taught me well to never accept anything from english hands, they were filled with dishonor and sin, and poisoned everything they touched with their lack of respect. I turned to him, serious, and said "Poq gai!". He, who understood a little bit from the dark places of the chinese language, understood me well, and just as I turned my back to him, I felt a stone hitting the back of my head. I was filled with hate, took the stone from the floor and throwed back to him, hitting him right in the eye, as he started screaming, many other english sailor gattered around, surrounding me into the dark alley, there were three of them in front of me, while the other coward cried on the floor behind me, on a wall.
Those three men were strong english men, tall, as it was common to the european, one of them was big and fat, all of them were very muscular and I knew their intention, they wanted to kill me, those low-lifes care not for other's life and like to solve their problems the easier way, like cowards. One of them carried a knife, other was holding a bottle and the last one, the bearded, had nothing but his bare hands and alcohol in his blood. I took battle position, as I learned how to fight since very young, as it was common in my neighbourhood, being part of our survival. The one with a bottle, the bigger one, came running and screaming, trying to hit me with the improvised weapon, I was still calm and strategic, moved a little bit forward and hold his wrist strongly, forcing him to let the bottle down and scream in pain, with a strong pull and and a palm in his elbow, I deslocated it, and left him retreat.
The other two looked at each other and the bare handed advanced, trying to hit me with his punches, but I concentratedly diverted from each hit, but I wasn't concentrated enough to dodge his knee that hitted me right in the stomach and throwed me in the wall. I struggled in the floor for a while, full of hate, but when he tried to kick me again I hold his feet with my bare left hand, and looked at him fullfilled with angst, my body was covered in a red aura, the sailor was scared, and with my both hands I throwed the giant into a bag of garbage in the end of the alley, where he felt unconscious. The third one was astonished, and runned in my direction trying to hit my chest with his knife, but it was useless, for my chest was hard as steel, with my open hand I opened a hole inside his stomach, and crushed his heart with my fingers. He died instantly. The one with the dislocated elbow runned away.
I was resilient, my parents taught me well to never accept anything from english hands, they were filled with dishonor and sin, and poisoned everything they touched with their lack of respect. I turned to him, serious, and said "Poq gai!". He, who understood a little bit from the dark places of the chinese language, understood me well, and just as I turned my back to him, I felt a stone hitting the back of my head. I was filled with hate, took the stone from the floor and throwed back to him, hitting him right in the eye, as he started screaming, many other english sailor gattered around, surrounding me into the dark alley, there were three of them in front of me, while the other coward cried on the floor behind me, on a wall.
Those three men were strong english men, tall, as it was common to the european, one of them was big and fat, all of them were very muscular and I knew their intention, they wanted to kill me, those low-lifes care not for other's life and like to solve their problems the easier way, like cowards. One of them carried a knife, other was holding a bottle and the last one, the bearded, had nothing but his bare hands and alcohol in his blood. I took battle position, as I learned how to fight since very young, as it was common in my neighbourhood, being part of our survival. The one with a bottle, the bigger one, came running and screaming, trying to hit me with the improvised weapon, I was still calm and strategic, moved a little bit forward and hold his wrist strongly, forcing him to let the bottle down and scream in pain, with a strong pull and and a palm in his elbow, I deslocated it, and left him retreat.
The other two looked at each other and the bare handed advanced, trying to hit me with his punches, but I concentratedly diverted from each hit, but I wasn't concentrated enough to dodge his knee that hitted me right in the stomach and throwed me in the wall. I struggled in the floor for a while, full of hate, but when he tried to kick me again I hold his feet with my bare left hand, and looked at him fullfilled with angst, my body was covered in a red aura, the sailor was scared, and with my both hands I throwed the giant into a bag of garbage in the end of the alley, where he felt unconscious. The third one was astonished, and runned in my direction trying to hit my chest with his knife, but it was useless, for my chest was hard as steel, with my open hand I opened a hole inside his stomach, and crushed his heart with my fingers. He died instantly. The one with the dislocated elbow runned away.