• It was a stormy night, one of the stormiest I've ever known. It was on this night that a child was born. The poor child's mother died minutes later. His father's howl could be heard in the village five miles away. The poor child's name was Manny. This child was to have a very hard life. His father despised him for the death of his mother, the servants were scared to get near the child for fear of the father's wrath. The child grew up lonely....until he met the love of his life. It was at the Spring Festival. His father would've killed him if had known that he had escaped the house for even a few hours. She was a lovely little girl of twelve, one year older than Manny, They fell deeply in love and after seven years of dating they planned to get married, but Manny's father found out and followed them to the church. Just as the ceremony was about to be over Manny's father stormed up to the alter and using a knife stabbed Manny's would be wife, Manny could see that his father was in one of his drunken rages. Manny knew that look in his dad's eye all to well. Manny had a huge scar from his shoulder to his lower back from one of his dad's rages. Manny was racked with grief, his father had just killed the only person who was ever nice to Manny. Manny grabbed a candelabra and smashed it into his father's head again and again. Manny, breathing heavily, looked upon what he had done with grim satisfaction. Manny fled the village leaving behind him a dead father and his beloved. Manny was never seen again..........or was he.