"Yeah. It's not safe for them there." He moved slowly and quietly. He was a little sore, the wounds stung.

Karin continued to support him as they headed to the camp, she could feel anxiety building at the thought of going back to that death camp, but she also felt fury rise at the thought of those innocent little girls being beaten by a heartless man. They moved on.

It didn't take long for them to reach the border of the village. Tarvo stopped and crouched. "Our house is on the other side of the village. We have to move quietly and be careful."

Karin nodded. "Alright, you lead the way. If need be I could carry two of them." She said as she waited for him to give the o.k.

“Alright. But despite their size, they are quite heavy. Anyway, I doubt they would want to be touched by anyone if I’m right.” Tarvo crawled around the village slowly, using his hands to sweep the ground for sticks and twigs. He didn’t want to make any noise. He hoped Karin would do the same.

Karin did it a little differently, feeling around before putting her weight down but moved anything that would so it worked.

When they reached the other side of the village, Tarvo stopped and squatted beside a tree trunk that was surrounded by small shrubs. He parted the leaves and peaked through them, watching the house he had once lived in. There was no movement but he knew there would be people inside. He waited, but nothing happened. His father would normally be out but with the change in circumstances, Tarvo wasn’t willing to take a chance.

Karin hid in the shrubs with Tarvo, waiting for him to decide what to do. She couldn't tell that anyone was in there and she wondered what he was waiting for.

Tarvo squinted into the sun, watching the hut intensely. His father was sure to show up soon. And as if on cue, Tarvo’s father exited the hut, hunting gear strapped around his shoulders. He looked in their direction then to the other and started walking to the village centre. There was so much Tarvo wanted to ask him about his mother but he would never dare.
Tarvo looked at Karin and nodded his head sharply. “Stay here. Don’t leave this spot.”

Karin looked at him worriedly but nodded. "I won't..."

Tarvo moved toward the hut. He slipped inside without being spotted, thankfully. His sisters sat in the middle of the room, bruised and battered. Tarvo looked away in disgust. His father was more than evil. Tarvo took a breath and looked back at them. “Come with me if you don’t want to have to feel this pain anymore.” His sisters looked at him, wide eyed. One of them stood and stared at him.
“This is your fault. You left and he had no-one else to pick on!” The words pained Tarvo but he knew she was just angry that he had left. He placed a hand on her shoulder, crouching to her height. “And I’m sorry I left but some things just can’t be explained. You’ll understand later.” He stood and extended a hand to the other two, who took it gladly. “You can come or stay. It’s your choice.” With that, he poked his head out the door of the hut and ran the other two to where Karin hid.

Meanwhile Karin had poked her head out for just a second to see what was taking him and she was spotted. "IT'S THAT OUTSIDER GIRL!" A man grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the shrub, calling Tarvo's father over. Tarvo's father held his spear to Karin's throat as the man held her down by her hair. "Where is that bastard son of mine?" Karin didn't answer.

Tarvo’s eyes widened. His third sister had joined him by this time. He turned to the three of them, fear in his eyes. “You guys remember the waterfall right?” They nodded their heads. “Good. Run there. Don’t slow and don’t stop. I’ll meet you there. Okay?” They nodded again and grabbed each other’s hands, running in the direction of the waterfall.
Tarvo smiled slightly and walked up behind his father, standing a few metres behind him. “You want me? Well look behind you, ugly.” He didn’t mean to but he smiled a little, laughing at his little joke. It was uncalled for but he wanted to add a bit of humour to the situation.

Karin's eyes widened. "Tarvo! What are you- OW!" The man holding her hair had yanked her hair down, smacking her head off the ground. "Quiet girl."
Tarvo's father's eyes widened then narrowed as he spun around and glared at Tarvo. "You little brat. I'll do a hell of a lot worse to you than I did your mother. You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you, then we'll hand you over to the executors."

Tarvo’s lips curled. He remembered the atrocities his father had done to his mother. He remembered her bruised skin and cut lips. He remembered her swollen eyes and bleeding head from where his father had scalped her. He remembered everything.
“I’m sure you already did that to my sisters. You know, you really need to get your anger checked on. It’s going to be your downfall one day,” he said casually.

"What!? Why you little-!" He charged at him, spear ready.
"TARVO!" Karin called.

Tarvo moved out of the way. He was right in one sense; his father’s anger was going to be his downfall. He grabbed the spear and cracked it down on his knee, cracking the head off of it. He wielded it like a dagger and waited for his father’s next move.

His father glowered at him and tossed the stick to the side, spitting at his feet. "You think you can beat me kid?" he took his sharpened boomerang and threw it at him.

"Shi..." Tarvo muttered. He ducked and crawled backwards slightly, spearhead still in hand.

Tarvo's father smirked as the boomerang came spinning back towards the back of Tarvo's head.

"TARVO BEHIND YOU! OW!" The man holding her hair smacked her head harder against the ground. "I said shut it girl."

Tarvo turned quickly and lay flat on his back, grabbing the boomerang as it came flying back towards him. "That was a close one," he muttered. He stood and broke the boomerang as best he could, then tossed it aside. "Nice try old man. You can do better though."

Tarvo's father chuckled darkly, cracking his knuckles. "I've always preferred hand to hand combat." He ran at Tarvo, throwing the first punch at his face.

Tarvo barely managed to dodge the punch. It connected with his lower jaw slightly but not enough to damage him so much as to make him need to stop fighting. He moved in quickly, placing a punch to his father's gut. He then gripped the spearhead tightly and jabbed it into his father's side.

"Geh!" Before Tarvo's father removed the spear head and backed away, he took his dagger and stabbed it into Tarvo's back.

Tarvo yelled and backed away. He felt for the dagger and held it in place. He felt around it, trying to find any possible arteries. He then advanced on the man who was holding Karin, elbowing him in the face then kneeing him in the gut. "Go!" he yelled to Karin. "I'll catch up."