Life is had been unkind to Greg.
Being and orphan since the age of 12 having to struggle and ultimately leaving school due to his parent's insurance policy being scammed, having jump from a job to job, one more tiring and dangerous than the last.
He starts as a restaurant server was then recruited by a local gang due to his physiques, was then used as a muscle to their dangerous transaction, was able to save himself as the whole gang was captured by the police, he was released after only a week in prison as he has the least crime and the police chief pitying him.
He then has roam around city from city because no establishment was keen on hiring a former gangster. It came to the point where he only eaten a single bread for days on end.
Due to his persistence heart he refuses to bend his back and be a beggar, to him it's better to die of hunger than to expect handouts from others.
After reaching the Q city, he was able to find work as a bouncer to a club. Even though the pay is not that great, he was able to turn his life around a little, he was able to rent a small room that he can now called his home.
for a few years Greg was able to get by, he has some mishaps but he was able to resolved them without issue. because of working in a gang, he tried not to accumulate any debts and because of the police chief pardon he also does his beast not be involved in any trouble.
but life was not done with him yet, one night Greg kickout a guy that have continually touched the server and imposed on their customers.
The guy was drunk and was rude so he has been a bit forceful on him throwing him out. to him and the other staff he did well but just after a few days the owner fired him, he was then called to the police station as he was charged with assault and, damage to property and attempted murder.
He was flabbergasted as it was made know to him that it was the guy he throws out of the club, before he even gives his side, he was already found guilty and was on prison again, but this time it's for 12 years. there was not even a trial as he found out inside that that guy was actually the mayors son.
There was man named Greg who is down on his life
Walking aimlessly with a lot on his mind
His face show stoic
And his eyes are soulless
But his heart is screaming
"Oh life, Your so unkind!"
His feet moved without direction
As the world seems to pass him by
He crosses the road so suddenly
Without looking from side to side
Who would have thought that life has other plans?
To show this man how his fate will unfold
It takes a form of a legend that everybody knows
Its roar with a horn as it hit Greg squarely
Sending him flying across the road
Greg mind goes blank as he braces for the land
But to his surprise, time seems to still and he did not hit the ground
He then was shown another surprise as his soul left his body and stand on his side
Oh, how the twist of story it is to show, seem Greg still have a few more lines on his role
Greg slowly walks around as through the static world wondering what's happening.
"Is this what happens when a person dies?"
He mused internally
"No, this does not normally happen, you're just a special case "a childish voice seems to answered
Greg turned suddenly to where the voice came from
He then saw a child wearing a pajama with dragons' pattern, the child appeared to be 6-7 years old but it's way of speaking made Greg think otherwise
"Did you do this?" Asked Greg
"Nope "answered the child "I was just pulled here like you do "
"How life for us Gregory?" asked the child with a hint of familiarity
Greg was confused by that question but a sudden nostalgia hit him,
"Have I met you before?' asked Greg trying to scratch the itch on his mind
"Yep, you surely do "
Answered the child but Greg was still unable to remember who he is except for a bit of familiarity
Seeing his confused face, the child laughs loudly
"What? Can't remember your own face anymore?" asked the child that have been the answered Greg have been looking for
"you're me?" asked Greg
Instead of answering the child levitated towards Greg lowly as clouds of cold mist seems to come out of him
"I Am the ghost of your distant past; Gregory is my name!"
Greg was stunned by what he seen and heard and was unable to speak briefly
"So, your past me. what can I do for your then? "Uttered Greg showing a bit dejected as he looked at the child
"What? came to mocked me of what we become? of what came out of our dreams? sorry kid but life didn't even give us a chance."
Greg said with a bit of elevated emotions as slump down to the ground seems to be drained out of energy
The child float around him with a blank expression on his face, he then said
"I know, I saw … you're so pathetic on that part."
The child then said
"Pathetic you say! then what could I have done then, could I have prevented our parents' death, could I have recovered their scammed insurance, could I just choose to die on the street instead of joining the gang maybe I could have just won the lottery an become rich. is that what you want to say !?"
The statement from the child seems to have ignited a buried rage in Greg heart as he shouted back with his sentiment. but instead of reacting to his rage, it tosses an object to him which then followed a parabolic trajectory until ultimately embedding itself on the concrete ground, it was a rusted sword.
"Pick it up, "said the child
"What? want me to gut myself like some samurai right now?" mocked Greg
"You wish it was that easy ..."
The cold mist surrounding the child then coalesced around him clumping a solidifying into an armor with a cyan sheen. He now stands to like a giant in front of Greg
"I hate you. you wasted our life!"
Shouted the child as it lands heavily on the ground, he then swings widely to Greg with all his weight
Greg was startled but immediately act as his senses that he has honed in prisons kicked in
He ducked, dodging the swing, he the used his momentum to punch up landing a clean upper cut squarely on the armored child sending it staggering back. it was a strong punched but he then regretted that action as he found out that even though the armor is made of mist, it has now solidified into a substance as hard as steel.
Greg hand now is in extreme pain like it was crushed, he now finds out that even thou he was in a spirit form he still can fell pain but he also found out that he seems not be injured, no broken fingers or gash on his skin
"Still, its hurts like a bitch!"
He mused
The child then stabilized itself and readied another charge
He swings widely again which then again was dodge by Greg which he then followed by another punch, gritting his teeth he then landed a few more punch to the armor knocking it down.
"Have enough kid? there's more where that came from!"
Shouted Greg
The armored then pulled itself up in an unnatural way like a broken puppet
"You led us to a miserable life." said the child with a hoarse voice
It then charges at him with a wide right punch but to Greg this haymaker punch is as if no punch at all, he the dodged again and readied another counter but he was interrupted by punched that landed on his side as a result of the armor using momentum of its own punch to twist itself 360 degrees which Greg did not expect
He was sent flying a few meters away lading heavily on ground with a few rolls at the end
Greg felt like that punched broke all of his bone as the pain radiated to his whole body but just like from the start it just the feeling of pain, he was not really injured
"You ...said that... we will fight ...whatever life …throw at us ..." stated the child now with a districting paused and his voice now sounding like a suffering zombie
It walks heavily towards Greg
Greg slowly stands up trying to injure the pain on his body
"I did everything I could …. I gave it my all … "he answered as he readied his stance readying himself to go on the offensive
Greg sprint fromward watching the arms movement closely, timing his punched care fully
He then sends a straight toy it faces, which it just takes and the punched again with hay maker with a miss, it used its momentum again and tried to land another punched-on Greg but it will not work on Greg twice.
Greg then jumps back dodging the punch, he then spins his body landing aspiring kicked the armor abdomen sending it flying back ward again, but Greg is not done yet, he followed the armor and mounted on top of it he then pounces with all his might on its head with a raging intensity which led it to cracked and shattered its helmet after a few dozen punch.
The solid mist crumble down as he punches down but Greg was then taken aback as his fist landed on sticky and gross surface.
He rolled back as he saw the face of the past ghost.
I the flesh on its face drip down mixed with puss and liquid
The bone beneath was stained with rust like satins and appear to also be rotting
Greg was then hit with revolting smell that made him leap back from disgust
"What the fuck are you !!"
"I'm the ghost of your past ... the one who hope for a bright future … the one you killed and left to rot …." Replied the past ghost as it stands up unnaturally like a marionette.
Greg runs back creating a distance from the entity
He back up until something hit him the back
It was the rusted sword the past ghost has thrown at him.
Greg pulled it out from the ground and made a stance.
Even though Greg spends a long time in prison, he still can't made himself to punch the rotting corpse that is the ghost of his past with his bare hand.
"Do. you know…the ... name ...of ...that ... sword?"
Asked the entity as it inch slowly to Greg
"Like hell I do!" answered Greg raising the sword as he prepares to meet the ghost attacks
"Yes... like hell ... you ... do …"
Stammered the ghost … it raised it hand and point at Greg ...the broken helmet that have crumbled to ground suddenly vibrated and float it swiftly flew to the ghost raised arm and assemble into a blade.
"You will pay for my life …"
Said the entity .it then charge again with it eyes glaring red. the pus a rotting flesh fall from its body as he sped up to Greg.
Greg readied himself to make a counter, he knows that the ghost is a child and the only attack it can do are wide and obvious attacks.
As Greg predicted the ghost slash down with its arm sword at Greg but Greg dodge left. the ghost tried to use the momentum again but the sword landed down the ground preventing the entity to twist for another attack
Greg then slashes its side with all his might.
*clank*
the rusted sword laded on its side armor creating a loud sound but due to the sword dullness and the armors sturdiness it didn't cut but instead it sent a blunt force to the ghost.
Greg never expected the sword to cut. its enough that he can use it like a blunt weapon because it not like he was a learned practitioner of the sword.
The ghost reeled back wide slash again now upward at Greg. Greg just steps back to dodge and step forward again to land a slash down to the entities head.
Puss and brain matter sprayed out of it head, some of it even landed on gorge face. but even with that injury the ghost does not seem to care it just raised the sword arm again a slash down at Greg with all it might
"Shit!"
Curse Greg as he dodges the slash by a hairbreadth
"You undying bastard I'm going to bash your head in!"
Shout Greg as he slashes down again at the entities head cracking it skull again but he did not stop like the first one he then twists his body and landed a kick at it body he then followed close hitting it again on its head. it's shoulder, its legs, but even though the ghost appeared to be severely wounded it still moved like a mindless puppet whose only job is to kill Greg
The two was then exchanged strikes with all of Greg attacks landing. Greg hack at the ghost without stopping.
That exchange continued for an hour.
Greg stopped when the ghost felled down the ground. it only felled down because it doesn't have a complete body anymore all that is left are it head and its sword arm attach to a section of its spine.
Its other body parts now decorated the field making it looks like a white green carnage lot. Greg slowly walks forward he then raised the sword aiming to finish it now.
"Do."
The broken head stammered as Greg is about to finish it, he paused and look at the ghost
"Do. you know...?"
"Do I know what?"
Ask Greg
"Do. you ...know ...the ...name... of ...that ...sword "
'Like I said ...I don't "
"It was given to me by mom "continued the ghost head like it did not hear Greg
"It was a gift for my 7 the birth day
'A sword of a hero ""a sword that shows the light ...
"I called it. Hope "