Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 247

“You disappoint me”
“You murderer”
Wukong’s breathing quickened as his master’s voice crowded his mind like flies to carnage, and it was too
much, and he was nothing but a killer that deserved death-
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“AAAAH!!!”
The monkey king cried out, jolting up from his bed as he panted heavily. His golden gaze darted around, as
if a thousand monsters would jump out at him at any given moment, or as if he were choking on his
ambitions to free his citizens.
“Heh…..heh…”
He slapped a palm to his forehead, ignoring the deep crescents his nails had bit into his palm pads. The
memory had plagued his sleep again, and fo