Chapter 2: A Monke's Noble Death
As said earlier, it has been a few months since I came here, in those god forsaken Outlands, where I just learned its inhabitants call themselves "humans", from what little I could eavesdrop here and there, in this entertainment prison.
Life in here is kinda tough i have to admit. Sometimes the prison's guards came and left some food, barely enough to feed myself, 2 times a day in an horribly different schedule from the meals given the day prior. I'm sure that's just to upset my stomach on purpose to make me move and do "intimidating gestures" to the public as to increase the adrenaline felt by the customers, I guess.
But me, being the proud monke tribe member I still am, did not give in to my insticts. It wasn't just to irritate the humans, even if I would be lying if I said that didn't enjoy them getting angry about how I lazed around all day out of the Spectators' view.
I did it mostly so that the guards would lessen their guard around me, who has been now branded as the lazy ass of this prison, apparently called "Zoo".
Anyway, I recently heard the guards talk about a deal that was made, between the Zoo's chief and who they call "The Poacher", to sell me.
Now, you would think it's a bad thing, yet this is exactly what I was waiting for. Now the security will lessen and the guards sleeping or playing with those cards thinking that they would soon be relieved of their duties, but heh, they weren't aware of what would remain of them once I would make my escape...
Now the plan's good and all, I actually have to put it in practice. So, I waited for the moment where the guard's attention was directed towards the public and made a run for it.
As I was running towards the other side of the cage, I could see from the corner of my vision a little human, a young one, if my eyes didn't get it wrong.
That in itself is normal, as most part of the visitors were kids such as this one, probably excited to see an "animal" from up close.
Now, if you were in my position, basically a genocide survivor, you would not only hate every single human existing ever but also simply have died.
You would, the moment you wake up, literally commit suicide after realizing what exactly happens around you and the sheer burden that is to live while your family f*cking died.
Yet here I am, still pretty much alive last time I checked. There's one thing that still keeps me alive and keeping, and it's not what you would call the "instinct to live that is deep within you"; that stuff only happens in stories and legends.
It is simply what you would call "revenge". That, is what guides me towards the path of survival through any and all means. I must, and will find the exact humans who were the perpetrators of my tribe's genocide and end their kill-streak for good, if you know what I mean.
And so, I waited; 8 months to be exact. I waited for this exact moment to the point where my worst nightmare would be the situation in which I failed to escape and be sold as a slave, a clown to entertain others.
When it was time to execute the plan, I was beyond euphoric, even more so when the already worn out fence and my fully earned and deserved freedom were in my view.
But, as I said earlier, something is not quite right. A human kid, no older than three, somehow got through the fence. And as the courageous and fearless kid he is, he panicked and started crying his lungs out.
It was a split-second decision. A do or die. I, without a single shred of hesitance, made a run towards the kid.
Surely you must be wondering 'Why?', after all I monologued about revenge and hating humans, but there is something about me I still have to tell you. I know it might, and it does, sound hypocritical but I cannot bring myself to hurt, or simply just not help a child in need.
This obviously didn't happen one day, suddenly, but over the course of the months I passed in here, the more I observed those little versions of humans in my free time the more I grew up fascinated, then eventually becoming attached to them.
Observing these little happiness incarnates for months would eventually warm out anyone's heart. But don't get me wrong, I still do hate every human to ever exist's guts, but you would be one heartless bastard if you think that kids are the same as those foolish and greedy humans.
Kids are innocent, pure so to say. They have yet to be exposed to a human's most present trait, that is greed, lust, and sloth. I have just seen some guards in the little time I was here, but I've already seen those traits in all of the guards I know, and if some simple guards could be so corrupted by those, please just immagine the ruler of humans, or any human in a position of power.
That is the reason why I don't hate human kids, but instead look up to them. If only every living being had half the purity of a child, the world would be an infinitly better place.
So, I dashed towards the 3 years old kid. I wanted to protect him, at least from his parents who dared to neglect their child and let him pass through the bars of my cage.
But when I closed in on him, I understood everything. Why he managed to pass through the bars. Why his parents were uncaring enough to let him even approach my cage.
The kid looked thin, most probably malnourished, with dirty clothes that barely covered the important parts, and hollow eyes who would be seen on corpses.
Right here right there I was angry. For a kid like this to be even allowed to possess one of the characteristics I just described is unforgivable.
There were two possibilities available for this to happen:
-The kids family is poor so they couldn't afford proper clothes and food, but that is unlikely as poor people tend to cherish their kids more, but also mostly because I heard you have to pay to enter the zoo. Its also not out of possibility that the kid sneaked here, though basically impossible.
-The kids family is rich, but these jerks abuse him and treat him like some slave for personal entertainment, which is both sickening and disgusting.
As I approach the kid carefully as to not startle him, i begun little by little see that his skin was filled scars and really bad bruises. 'I was right' I thought, especially after the not really concerned "Your mommy's right here" coming from the mom whose gaze seemed to look down on everything for just existing.
I was extremely disgusted by such a behavior and wanted to kill that woman and her apparently "busy" husband.
But I calmed down. The kid is right here before me, and he was a crying mess so first things first I had to calm him down. I tried holding his hand to assure him everything was going to be fine, but that didn't really work. I tried to show him my home and the cage in an attempt to make him understand i trusted him and that he was fine with me, but that only added to his panick.
As a last resort, I tried to-
*BAM*
Was all I heard before i felt blood flow out of a circle-shaped wound on my torso.
It was a damn Fire-Spitting Stick. I should predicted the zoo's guards were just that incompetent as to do such a choice. Damn it, I couldn't even avenge my tribe... I couldn't even kill these two puny humans that abused the poor kid...
Before a flash of white light blinded me, probably what would send me after my death, I heard something. Words. A name to be precise... It was a far away voice, yet I could hear it clearly... The name it chanted was...
RAS THE 4TH
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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