Bolton: A Splat Force Story; Chapter 7

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W E L C O M E ! ! !

This is Nomad! I'm back with the next Chapter of Bolton: A Splat Force Story!

Last week, we ended the Chapter with the turning point in Bolton's life. Believe me, everything goes downhill from here.

We will see a few familiar faces from the first Chapter make a brief comeback, although Bolton is in a very bad place so them coming back would only make him more insane.

This Chapter, alongside the next couple of Chapters are gonna more shorter than the usual Chapter.

So without further ado, let's get into this!

:warning: WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS STRONG VIOLENCE/GORE. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! :warning:

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C H A P T E R 7 : S O R R O W

Outside of the now destroyed Baxter Village, the widower Bolton dug a small hole using a shovel. It had been only a couple of hours and the pain was still there. He coughed as he accidentally inhaled the soil.

After the hole was dug, he dropped his shovel and walked over to his deceased wife, who was now wrapped up in a bright white blanket. Bolton picked her up, his body was shivering immensely as he walked over to the hole and gently placed her inside.

Bolton took one last look at her before he grabbed the shovel and began to bury her, putting her to rest for good. By the time he had finished, he had gone numb, his body from head to toe was pale. Suddenly, anger began to build inside of him. He took one look at the shovel before throwing it away, screaming.

He glanced back at Helena's grave, his eyes teared up again as he grabbed his blade-like branch and sliced off his tied up man bun, causing his hair to fall.

He had a brief moment to think back at everything, every happy moment he had with her, every hug and kiss they shared. He wasn't able to smile at those memories anymore because he would never be able to experience any of that ever again, thanks to the oppression catching up to him.

7 M O N T H S A G O . . .

It was just turning evening, Bolton silently meditated in his small hiding place, surrounded by beautiful flowers, bright grass and a soft breeze that blew against the trees.

"Hey there, are you okay?"

A family voice called out.

Bolton opened his eyes and turned around. It was his beloved wife Helena, who held their two babies in her arms.

"Oh hey, Hela. I was just...thinking about things."

He answered before turning back around.

"What kind of things?"

She asked as she sat down next to him.

Bolton sighed, starring at the grass.

"I feel like one day all of this, this village, this community, all of it will go to waste."

He told her.

"I've been oppressed for who I am all my life, even by my and father. I know for a fact that no matter how long a moment of peace will last, the oppression will always be back, but stronger."

Baby Sasha reached out for her father, wanting a huge cuddle. Bolton grabbed the baby Octoling and gently held her in his arms. Helena wrapped one arm around him whilst using her other arm to hold a sleeping Credence.

"I feel you, Bolton. However, I feel like we as a community have grown closer enough to fight back. The gifted shall rise one day, and when they do, maybe the oppression could finally end."

She told him. Thankfully, this managed to reassure Bolton, giving him the spark that he needed. The two shared a small kiss before standing up.

"Let's get back in, we still have dinner to cook!"

P R E S E N T D A Y . . .

Bolton glanced at Baxter Village, a place that once granted him the freedom he always wanted, now reducing to cinders and ashes. He took one more long look at Helena's final resting spot before walking away, too scared to look back...

5 W E E K S L A T E R . . .

By now, the grass was slowly being covered in more and more layers of snow. The leaves on the trees were gone, everything looked abandoned to Bolton. His red Octarian hair had grown longer, his clothing has become dirtier. His skin had gone paler and he had large dark circles under his eyes.

He approached a small pond that had been frozen solid. He sighed to himself, knowing that any potential fish would take hours on end to warm up. His right hand ignited with flames.

W H O O S H ! ! !

One strong flamethrower from his arms evaporated the ice and warmed up the water. Unfortunately, the fish were mostly stranded in the middle of the pond, out of his reach. Fortunately, he managed to grab the ones that were closest to him and in his reach.

It was approaching afternoon and he still hadn't eaten yet. He started to gather up twigs and branches and placed them all in a small circle just next to the pond. Once they were gathered, Bolton ignited them with his gifts. He then stabbed through each of the fish that he had gathered with his blade-like branch and then placed it above the fire.

All he had to do now was wait. Bolton began to stare into the fire, the warm fire that reminded him of the warm happiness that he once had in his life...

1 4 Y E A R S A G O . . .

Two youthful kids laid down on the grass upon a small hill outside of Pulpo City on a summer afternoon. They both stared at the clouds, fantasising about their future.

"I see a jellyfish cloud!"

A young Helena exclaimed in excitement towards a young, bruised Bolton.

"I think that's the same clouds as the one we saw before..."

He muttered, his low energy mood differed severely when compared to Helena's.

The young girl giggled.

"Yeah, you're right, haha!"

She said as she turned to her right to see Bolton's face. Unfortunately, it wasn't in the mood she wanted it to be.

"Look, I know your daddy has been pretty bad to you...But look at the bright side, you won't see him one day, you'll leave him, or maybe he could leave you!"

"D-Do you really think that?"

He asked, sounding hopeless.

"Yeah! Almost everyone has to leave your life eventually, that's what my daddy said to me."

She told him, unintentionally making him worried.

"W-What about you? Will you leave me?"

He asked.

"No! I will always be with you, Bolton!"

Helena answered, making Bolton feel better and putting a smile on his face.

P R E S E N T D A Y . . .

The memories caused Bolton to tear up. Nothing had changed in his mind during the past few weeks, he still felt the same amount of emptiness that he first felt when Helena died.

The fish was now fully cooked. Bolton instantly began to eat. Not even a minute later, he was nearly finished with his first fish. He ate like a wild animal who had just hunted its prey. However, Bolton still hadn't found his pray, his prey was the one who took everything from him.

5 M I N U T E S L A T E R . . .

He finally finished his meal, he even went as far as to eat even the smallest of remains of the fish, he was that hungry. The fire had already been put out, the burnt fish that was too out of reach was still floating upside down. Bolton grabbed the wooden logs from his campfire and threw them into the pond, one by one, each throw got more and more of his endless anger out of him.

All that was left in the end was an angry Octoling, alongside several dead fish by a pond in the middle of a forest, a forest that Bolton could never find his way out of. However, the journey had to go on.

1 5 M I N U T E S L A T E R . . .

Bolton walked alone down an endless sea of trees. The snow was thinner now, grass was now able to be seen. Little did Bolton know that very soon, he would have some company of his own...

"Oy, Vulcan!"

Kye Rogerson called out, followed by his gang. As if Bolton's life couldn't get harder, now his former bullies are back.

"I've been missing you!"

"Piss off!"

Bolton exclaimed, not wanting to deal with them.

"Aw, it's been years tho, me and the boys only wanted to catch up!"

He said as he caught up with him. He grabbed the Octoling's shoulder and went face to face with him.

"Aw, you even brought your own little branch, what's that gonna do?"

"Frack off, Kye!"

Bolton snarled.

"This is your last warning!"

"Or what? Are you gonna go crying to Helena?"

He exclaimed, causing his friends to laugh. This struck a nerve inside of Bolton.

S L A M ! ! !

Kye landed a strong blow to Bolton's nose, causing it to bleed. He fell back, letting go of his branch.

"That's for my ear!"

He exclaimed with a massive smirk of satisfaction on his face.

"Where even is Helena anyway? Did she finally depart from your life?"

That was it, Kye had just set him off in the worst way possible. As the group of bullies walked away snickering, Bolton stood back up, he began to silently grow as he grabbed his branch. He lunged himself forward.

S L A M ! ! !

One of the bullies let out a scream of pain. The others instantly turned around to see him impaled through the chest by Bolton's branch. Blood poured from his mouth as he died. Just as the body hit the ground, Kye dashed forward, enraged by his friend's death and not thinking properly. He was knocked back by a fireball from Bolton's open hand.

Only two of the bullies were left standing, one was paralysed with fear, making him an easy target for Bolton.

S L A M ! ! !

S L A S H ! ! !

Bolton stabbed the heart of the scared bully before proceeding to take out the branch to slash his neck, leaving only a bloody mess behind. The last bully began to run away, Bolton blasted him down with another fireball, leaving him open for the kill.

S L A M ! ! !

The bully was impaled through the back, it wasn't long until the grass and snow below him were stained red with his blood. Only one of the bullies were still living, Kye Rogerson.

Bolton slowly turned around and saw him starting to run away. He gave him a murderous glare before charging forward at him. He landed another fireball on him, knocking him down to the ground. He wasn't finished with him.

W H O O S H ! ! !

Bolton landed more and more fireballs on Kye. By the time the last one struck, he was already crying in pain, begging for mercy.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

He screamed, wanting to take everything back just so his life could be saved, begging didn't take him anywhere. Bolton stood him back up and slammed him against a tree. He raised his sharp branch, ready to land the final blow.

"PLEASE!"

S L A M ! ! !

Bolton stabbed the branch through Kye's forehead, blood poured down his face as parts of his brain began to fall down. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, lifeless.

The Octoling let go of his bully, who was now hung U against the tree. Bolton felt nothing, no joy, no anger, no satisfaction as he stared at his body. Bolton walked away from the murders that he had just committed, leaving his branch behind.

Just as he got out of the area, he heard an echo, an echo that had the potential to lead him towards his target.

"SIR, YES SIR!"

The echo sounded like a group of soldiers following orders from their commander.

Bolton tilted his head to his left, where the echo had come from. This was it, this could be the opportunity he needed to bring his family to justice. Both hands ignited with flames as he began to run towards where the echo came from.

T O B E C O N T I N U E D . . .

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T H X F O R R E A D I N G ! ! !

Thx for reading this Chapter of Bolton: A Splat Force Story! It is this very Chapter in which we see the Bolton that we all know start to emerge. Next weeks Chapter will show Bolton's POV of an event from last year's Cosmo: A Splat Force Story. So stay tuned for that! Until next time, stay safe out there! ^^

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