Derek awoke. Pushing himself up from the ground, he made a painful sound and had difficulty balanced himself with his upper body. He felt something wet and painful on the right side of his face. He touched his face with his hand.

"Huff...huff....ack...Wha happened to mah face...."

He looked at his hand. It was full of blood. The watery thing that was flowing down from his face was BLOOD!

Sweeping his hand across, Derek discovered that all the skin on the right side of his face had sliced off by those bastards. He bit his lower lip tightly, trying to bear down the pain and anger. He looked around. The room was horribly torn down. Gaining back his memory, he realized...

"Jessie!!"

Derek rushed into the bedroom that had opened for a long time. Jessie was lying on the bed. Naked, and covered with blood, she, whose throat had cut opened, was badly tortured to the point of deformity before she died....Jack was lying next to her....dead...

" Jak...Jessie...why did ya leave meh...." Derek was crying, hugging Jessie and Jack in his hands.

.......

Derek buried their bodies in the grassy backyard.

The next day, Derek covered his wound with bandages and went to a hospital.

" What's the problem?"

Derek uncovered his face. A huge, bleeding wound was exposed.

The doctor was shocked to see a wound so severe that it covered almost the majority of one side of the face.

"What the heck...."

" Doc, da ya know how to fex this?" Due to pain and a hole on the side of the mouth, Derek couldn't pronounce his words correctly.

"It will take some time...the wound is too large..."

"Will mah face retun bak as it is behfore...?"

"Well...even if that wound recovered, there will still be a huge scar on your face..."

Derek stared at the doctor for about two seconds and gave a sigh, then he left the room.

" Mr. Anderson..."

Derek left the hospital and went back home.

one month later... 9:45 P.M

Derek was sitting in the bathtub that was filled with warm water. He dipped his head into the tub. The wound was already recovered, however, like the doctor said, a big scar was on the right side of his face, which marked his face beyond recognition.

SWOOSH!

A few minutes later, Derek sat up from the tub. He was touching his face.

"Aa...a...ahh...hell...hell......I will fackin kill sem...they are dead.... ", Derek was talking to himself while looking into a mirror.

SMASH!! Derek punched right into the mirror. He was crying and filled with anger. He removed his hand from the broken glass. His hand was bleeding. Some broken glass was sticking in his hand. However, Derek didn't even make a sound, because he was too irritated, which he can't feel anything.

.......

Derek was naked on his bed, with only a blanket covering his body. His right hand was bandaged. He was half asleep and half awake. That was because one of his eyes was opened.

......his right eyelid had sliced off along with the skin......

......

"Fack...I can't sleep."

Derek sat up on the bed. He walked to a cabinet. He opened the cupboard and took out a pair of scissors and a needle that has a thread tied at the end of it. He lighted a candle and got a piece of broken mirror.

Without anesthetization, Derek stuck the needle into the remaining meat that was on top of his right eye, then the bottom of the eye. At the end, he sewed his entire right eye close completely. He didn't even make a sound while doing it. Blood was dripping down from his face. Derek cleaned his face with a towel, then he went back to sleep again.

The next day, 7:56 A.M.

Derek arrived his workplace. He was a butcher. He was occupied for chopping and killing pigs for the people that sell the meat at the marketplace.

That day, same as any other day, he went out with a bandage covering his scar. The slaughterhouse that he was working in was a big room that had a lot of dead pigs hanging from a long, iron bar.

"Hey, mask guy. What the hell is wrong with you, dude? Huh, take that fucking thing off. Let me see your face!" One of the workers said, who's also with some other guy.

Derek didn't even talk at him. He just passed him without a glance.

"Hey you, stop there!" He grabbed Derek by the shoulder. "Who do you think you are, huh? How dare you ignoring me!"

"Let go," Derek said quietly, trying to hold back his anger.

"Huh? I can't hear you. Why do you speak like a girl?" The guy said, with a smirk on his face. Then everyone around him started to laugh.

"I SAID LET GO!!! DID YOU FACKING HEAR MEH?!!!!!"

Everyone shocked after a shout from Derek. Derek was glaring at him. There was blood dripping down from his face because he was too angry that caused the sewing on his eye to reopen.

The guy stared at Derek's face for a few seconds, then he let go of him.

"F...forgive me, dude..."

Derek walked away from them and into the room where he usually worked in, then he turned around.

"Lisen carefully, you motha fackers. If you mess with me agan, you will be like those domestic animals that are hanging from the pole!" Derek pointed at the dead pigs and talked to them.

Everyone looked shocked by Derek's words. Even though Derek was just saying, but the people had a feeling that he was really going to do it.

.........

Derek picked up a butcher knife from the cutting table, then he placed a big chunk of meat on the table.

CHUCK!

CHUCK!

"Jessie, is not my fault that you end up like that. I had never even imagine......but I will be responsible for everything that you had gone through......those jerks...I will chop them into pieces..."

"Hey, big guy. Why are you crying?" a girl came toward Derek and asked.

Derek glanced at her, then he wiped his tears with the back of his left hand and asked, "Who are you? I never seen any women in this place."

"Oh, I just came here. My name is Emma. Nice to meet you."

"My name is Derek...," Derek tried not to turn his face and look at her, because he didn’t want her to see his face.

"Do you got any time after work?" Emma asked.

"Why you ask that...," Derek asked back to her.

"HEY, EMMA, GO DO YOUR WORK! YOU ARE NEW HERE, BUT I STILL EXPECTING YOU TO WORK WITH THE GUYS OUTSIDE!" The manager shouted.

"Okay...," Emma replied, then she left the room.

The manager walked down stairs from the second floor. "Hey, Derek. What's that girl said to you?"

"Nothing..."

"You sure...hehhehheh...maybe she likes you," the manager said with a smirk on his face.

"I got no interest in that type of bitch..."

The manager looked at Derek's bottom, then he said, "Don't lie. I can tell you are stiff right now."

CHOCK!!

"Enough, I already said that I got no interest in that bitch. So shut the fack up." Derek glared at him, seem like he's going to kill him with the knife.

The manager didn't say anything. He walked away without looking at him. "Hard to imagine how the hell did he even exist in this place. It's better if he's not even exist in this world...," the manager thought to himself.

......

5:30P.M. off duty

"Good bye, people!" Emma yelled while waving her arm.

"Good bye, hot chick, " one of guys said.

"You are so perv, man," the other guy, who's with him, said.

Emma ran out of the big gate of the workplace. At a corner, there was already a man waiting for her.

THRUSH!

Someone grabbed Emma at that corner.

Emma was shocked in the first place, then she turned her head.

"Derek? Is that you?"

"Yeah. You got something to tell me?"