• His footsteps were heavy under the weight of his backpack, Senga slowly marched home.
    He used the alley as a detour to get home quick to see Papa- his back had been going again lately, as well as his mind.

    The words spilled out from Senga's thoughts and out of his mouth
    "Oh Papa.."

    The puddles splashed playfully at his feet. Senga smiled to himself as the water spilled over his feet with a soothing 'Sploosh' . Senga didn't get to play anymore these days.


    The lonely traveller looked up to see a gang of boys from the other side of the village where they were standing around teasing a cat with a set of knitting needles.
    Senga lowered his head and walked past and ignored the yelps and squeals of the poor tabby.

    The tallest kid muttered something that just caught Senga's ear.
    He raised his head and spoke
    "What did you just say?"

    The boy turned and looked away as if he hadn't heard.

    The alley turned quiet.
    Senga stared deep into the boys eyes and growled.
    "You said something about my Dad?"
    The boy replied,
    "You don't wanna' know"
    he sniggered and his crew joined in.

    His eyes burned with hatred like the flames of a phoenix. This was Senga's rebirth, something rose up inside of him. Something forgotten. It was too long since his blade had tasted blood. A smirk appeared across his face as he calmly drew his blade from his side as gently took off his bag with his free hand.

    He leaned forwards. The ground bent beneath his feet as a cloud of dust exploded from the earth.

    Within a second Senga was rushing towards the boy sword in hand screaming insult upon insult.
    His blade tore through the boy spraying a flicker of red over the boy next to him. His arm hung from a thread.
    "You psycho $£!@!" Screamed the boy as he recoiled in a panic.
    The gang began scrabbling for daggers and tools in desperation.
    Senga's eyes changed colour to an other-worldly white.
    He smirked.
    "Now the fun begins."

    The ground cracked as he leapt into the air, blade outstretched. The boys began to run but not fast enough. Senga landed on the straggler at the back, his sword tasted blood once again as it ripped into his shoulder.

    His eyes rose from the mutilated boy and locked onto his next target.
    Senga sped up, dust kicked up into a cloud behind him, the grin on his face got wider and wider as one by one he cut them down without mercy.

    The leader ran ahead and turned around, thinking he had lost the 'psycho $£!@!'. With nobody in sight he sighed gently. Took a cigarette from his lapel and sparked it up.
    The smoke rose into the air like a snake through grass. In moments the smoke parted and Senga's boot sped towards his face, the tranquility was ended.

    Thud.

    Around him the boys lay moaning and cursing, crawling into hiding.

    Senga's eyes returned to there former darkness as he grinned down into the beaten face of their leader.

    "Better luck next time eh?"