Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 462

Back from the Dead
Singapore International School (Hong Kong), Wang, Shuyi - 10
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ne day, Sanzang, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing decided to take a walk. Suddenly,
Wukong stopped. He focused on a young boy who just slipped into the shadows. Wukong
whispered,
“That boy was running way too fast for a normal human! I’m going to follow him!” said Wukong.
He ran after the boy and followed him into a dark alley. Wukong looked around and wondered
where the boy went, suddenly, the boy reappeared but there was something different about his expression.
He looked confused and started walking towards Wukong. Wukong decided that the monster was acting
like this to try trick him so he just killed it. He was so surprised that the monster did not try defend himself
that he almost regretted it. Suddenly, the dead boy’s skin started to fade away, revealing its true form. By
then, Bajie, Wujing and Sanzang had all caught up and stared at the dead boy who now turned into a tourist
carrying a backpack and a map. Wukong realized that he did not actually kill the monster, the monster
turned this poor tourist into himself! Wukong was about to walk away when the clouds above them parted
and the Jade emperor from the Heavenly Palace floated down.
“You have killed an innocent human with no apparent reason” noted the Jade emperor.
“I will take away your powers until I think that you have learnt your lesson.”
Everyone started to test out their powers to see if the Jade emperor’s words were true and they were.
It has been a week since Wukong, Bajie and Wujing lost their powers and they decided to try live a
normal life. As they were walking down a street, Wukong spotted the monster again. Wukong walked over
and snarled,
“Look what you have done to me and my master, you still dare to show your face here!”
Wokong was about to kill the monster but then realized that he had lost all his powers. The monster
dragged the four of them into the same dark alley that they had set foot in last week. He put his hand up to
a space on the wall and it opened, revealing a dark and dingy tunnel. The monster snapped his fingers and a
second later, there were two bodyguards by their side. Wukong’s heart was beating wildly as he thought,
“Is this going to be the end of me? All the centuries that I have lived and all those monsters that I have
killed and now I am going to die because of a tiny misunderstanding with the Jade emperor?”
The two guards escorted them down the tunnel.
Wukong started to take in their surroundings and it sort of reminded him of the underworld.
Suddenly, a crazy idea sparked inside his head. Finally, the tunnel opened up to the dungeons.
“I was just thinking how much this place reminded me of the underworld and then, I thought about
the dead tourist!”
A wave of emotion crashed down on him and suddenly, he was in the underworld. Wukong looked
around and frowned, “I was just thinking about the dead tourist. An innocent person with a life ahead of
him but just being cast aside like a rag doll.” thought Wukong, he bared his teeth at the thought of that
monster and wondered how many people had he had harmed to get what he wanted. Wukong would have
sacrificed even his life to kill that monster and………bring back the poor tourist. He froze, something wet
was making its way down his cheek! A teardrop, the first drop of pure sadness in his entire life. A sharp stab
of pain hit him but it was not physical, it was emotional.
Then, a figure started to form from his tears. First, the tourist appeared with a happy look on his
face. Wukong crawled towards him and begged for the tourist to forgive him but the tourist faded away and
in his place, stood the god of the underworld. Wukong cried at his feet and begged him to bring back the
tourist.
“Sun Wukong, you have just experienced the feeling of the most powerful and important emotion of
all, love. This is something you have never truly felt before. Every tear that falls, I can experience the sadness
and all the love in there but I have never felt an emotion as strong as yours. That is why I summoned you to
me. I will let you choose. Do you, Sun Wukong choose to sacrifice your own life to kill this monster and
bring back the tourist or do you choose to let this monster continue to live while you live forever without
any worries.”
Wukong managed to choke out,
“Kill this monster!”
As Wukong finished the sentence, he felt his life slipping away but he was happy, he was finally able
to rest.