Fiction: Group 3
That, of Revenge
ISF Academy Secondary Division, Leung, Holly - 14, Fiction: Group 3
ou are unworthy to be my son.” He peered down into the eyes of the child as the dark of
the night trampled down onto the dark alley behind the bar.
“And you are unworthy to be my father.” The child matched his father’s gaze of
fury with his eyes of ice. The darkness of the moonlight shone into the Pearl River Delta, just a few metres
away from the alley. The shimmering waters of the Delta formed millions of eyes in the darkness, judging
silently.
“Me, unworthy?! You disgrace me with your so called “disability”. You know why your mother
had to die? Because she sympathized with you.”
“No. That’s untrue,” the calm resolve in the child’s eye glistened, “she had to die because you
were angry with her. You’re always angry at people, but never at money.”
The fists rained down without mercy as the Pearl River Delta surged against the pull of the moon.
The night grew darker as violence became the ultimate solution. “You’re going to die here, just like your
mother. How does it feel to have your life torn from you, like how you tore it away from me?”
The child closed his eyes. “I never tore you away. You tore yourself away.” The child’s slippers
faded away into the darkness of the night as the father took out a bottle of red wine, the red turning black
under the shadows looming over the alley.
“You scum!” The man’s face grew red as he smashed the bottle into the ground.
The night dragged on as the man went back into the bar, his badges clanking on his suit as he was
greeted by two young women in leotards. One echo of the laugh, and silence occupied the alley again.
Dawn wasn’t coming anytime soon. The child raised his baton with his crippled left arm. Begin.
Lento
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“Two million from Zhang Jian’s account.” The husky voice on the other end of the speaker
murmured. Chen Wei turned his gaze upon the ceiling. Not a bad deal, and with Zhang Jian’s party
reputation, there would be no chance of interference. The task was way too simple. Only someone with the
mind of a pig would refuse this offer.
“Confirmation: event will start on the third of March, the Guang Dong military are to assist you in
air and sea. Police officers will be given instructions prior to event.” Chen Wei whispered to the private line
he held on his hand. Chen Wei’s first term as Chief of the Guang Dong Military Department was going to
be easier than he expected.
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“Good morning!” the boy waved stacks of newspapers at passers-by who avoided him at all costs,
“Special issue on Zhang Jian’s power-filled empire at the regions of the Pearl River Delta!”
A man in a black hood with a crippled left arm took a newspaper. “Zhang’s empire?”
“Yes sir! Zhang Jian, inheritor of Pearl Corporations and a noble party member!” Then, the boy
began in a passive voice, “Actually, sir, I’m not very well-paid for this job, and I have a sister at home who
is….”
The man with the crippled left arm hurried on. It was already 9:08:35. He would miss the spectacle
that he had prepared if he delayed. 9:08:56. He picked up the baton with his left arm and took a deep
breath. 9:09:09. The note of vengeance. The cymbals and the heavy splash rained down upon his audience
in one clean note. He sat on a bench by the Pearl River Delta as he danced the baton around his palm.
Crescendo.
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