Hello, my name is Nitra Bult, and I'm here, to tell you my story.
I was born on planet cold, and I was a female Icejin. I was named after my grandmother Nitralla, Who was my father's mother. My Parent's raised me like any other Icejin. My father wanted me to be raised as a killer; my mother wanted me to grow up to be a saint. I was raised by opposite worlds. I had the help of my older brother Stich, who helped train me for all of my tasks.
I was working hard my whole life, waiting to see if I could become, a leading General in King Cold's army. I trained almost every day, ever since I started to walk. My brother trained with me, every step of the way. He was the only one I looked up to when I felt like I've done something wrong.
Growing up, I and my brother did not have a good life style. If we failed in any attempt to get stronger, my father, Lightning, would strike us. He would tell us to meet him in the back yard, and he would train us. Training with my father was always terrifying. And either me or my brother would get hurt badly. He would treat us like we were his enemy, and take us to the limit.
At first, it was just simple training. Then he started to drink a bit. I watched as he mainly hit my brother the most.
My brother always protected me. Especially around my father, Fighting him as if they hated each other for years.
Me and Stich settled with it though, it was till one day, when I was 13 years old, Stich 17. That made us feel….like we were someone else.
I was just coming home from school, my father in the kitchen with my mother, as Stich was patching up a cut that was on his left cheekbone.
"He did it again Hugh?" I said coming over, sitting on the couch next to my bleeding brother. I took the small hand mirror and sat it on the table. Picking up a cloth and cleaning the wound on his face. "I really hate it when this happens, why don't you fight back Stich?"
"Because" Stich said in a low voice, "He's still our father, I will not follow his actions. I do not want to stoop to his level"
I frowned as I started Stitching up the cut, another piece of thread sowed into his face.
I watched as he didn't flinch even once. His long black hair out of his face and pulled back into a pony tail. I felt tears prickle at my eyes as I saw him silently cry. Tears dripping down into his wound. As I broke off the extra sting from the new line on his face, I heard a scream.
Apparently so did Stich, we listened to the scream echo from the kitchen. Mother.
Me and Stich ran into the kitchen, to see my mother on the floor, her back to the kitchen wall. My father standing over her, yelling at her about bills, and money issues. Words I couldn't really understand. I watched in horror as I saw him Strike my mother.
That's when I had enough. I couldn't watch it any longer.
I ran in front of my mother and held my arms out, as if protecting her from a monstrous creature planting torcher to our family for years. Then I thought, that was exactly what I was doing. My feet were to the side and holding their ground as my body turned stiff, acting like a shield for my mother. I yelled,
"STOP IT!" I thought after yelling that, he would just stop and go drink another bottle of whisky….but I was wrong. Instead, he punched me in the gut, slamming my body against the wall. I growled with rage as I kicked my father in the chest having him back a few feet. He came at me again, trying to grab at my throat. I knocked his hand away and twirled around him, kicking him in the back of the skull, and then punching him to the ground. He fell like a ton of bricks as he starred up at me.
Going back into a fighting position I waited for him to stand. Watching his face turn from an evil frown, to a laughable smirk. He stood slowly as he chuckled to himself.
"Aw my little girl," He said standing straight and tall in front of me "I knew one day you would be strong, but to go against your old man? Tsk tsk tsk," He wiggled his finger as if I was a puppy who shit on the carpet and is about to get whooped with a paper. He walked toward me, I couldn't move, I couldn't react. I kept my eyes on him as I saw Stich tend to my hurt mother.
Father was coming closer as he walked around me,
"Just like how I did to my father," He said with a low growl "but Nitra, my girl. I only did that because I hated him" I looked at him as he was smiling. Wanting to punch him in the face already. "Do you hate me Nitra?" He asked, now standing in front of me.
I didn't move or say anything as I was silent; I was trying not to get persuaded into his words. I watched as his funny smile turned back into the evil frown again. His cold dark blue eyes like evil water's knocking down and crashing into ships, making them drown.
"Well guess what" He said coming close to me and whispering in my ear, "I hate you too". All of a sudden a charging pain was hurled into my stomach. My body was thrown aside and smashed into the wall. I felt my bones ach and my muscles hurt as I watched my father punch me repeatedly in the stomach. Laughing and smiling wickedly he punched me deeper into the concrete wall. I felt my rib's cracking and braking, making blood spill out of my mouth. I shut my eye's tight and cried, the pain kept returning, over and over again, pain, blood, pain, blood. A repeating notion, Until. It stopped. It all stopped. I felt fear creep around me, not wanting to open my eye's for to see a fist come at it. I kept them closed as I heard a howl.
It was loud and hurt, like someone was just punched in the gut so hard that their insides exploded.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was shocked to see my father face down on the ground, blood dripping from his lip as his breaths were hard. A giant whole was in the mid of his stomach, as blood gushed out.
Thinking it was stich that made the whole, I looked to him. But he was still tending to my mother, a look of shock and fear printed on his face. I looked down, seeing my hand covered in blood. It was me, I am the one who ripped a whole threw my father's chest. I looked at him as he was smiling evilly.
"I knew you were just like me" He said in his dyeing breath.
I stood in horror as I looked at him to my hand. I didn't want this, I didn't want to kill him, I just wanted to hurt him, to teach him a lesson. I never intended for this to happen. I felt tears prickle my eyes as I finally felt it. I felt the burning of my father's blood, coursing threw my veins. The blood of a killer, was now my blood.