Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 339

find to take, he could hear a cry of terror through the roads. He glanced around and was struck with horror and
fear as he saw hundreds of humans lying on the ground, dead.
As he looked around some more, he found four shadows fighting in the distance. Three were big, bold and
brawny. The other was short and looked like she or he had a flower in their hair. Zhang Xiu Yang! Li Jie ran to
the scene of the crime. When he walked up to the men, the boy found a symbol that he recognised. A flashback
appeared before his eyes.
2 year old Li Jie in the cradle. Mom and Dad outside. Dark men with symbols.
The memory stopped. Li Jie knew that he was in the hands of one of those men. That’s when the fighting began.
Zhang Xiu Yang karate kicked one of the men in a spot too painful to mention. Li Jie was too weak to fight with
his hands, so he picked up a sword from the side of the street and started bashing it at the remaining two men.
Two of them were down, but the two kids were exhausted. The last man went up and stroked the sword against
Li Jie’s cheek. Li Jie thrust his sword into the big guy then let go.
“Why did you do that?” asked Zhang Xiu Yang.
“Because he took my parents,” he said.