So this is as much of my story as I have written so far…so please be nice….and I don't know if I'm going to keep the bleach references…… I really don't know if I want it to be a fanfic anymore…… Anyways… enjoy and please give some feedback…Thanks!
My name is Darin Kiayme. I know weird name for a Canadian right? Well I'm Canadian and that's my name. The evil guys have a weird sense of humour, I guess.
I am 15 years old… 16 on November 25…. I go to school like a nice normal teenager, get average grades, and stuff like that. My life outside school isn't as normal; I used to live alone in a townhouse….not anymore though. Now I live with my boyfriend above his shop.
My childhood consisted of being poked and prodded by scientists that didn't care that they were slowly killing my humanity, my friends, and my siblings. Yes I had brother, note the past tense, HAD. We were forced to kill each other so we could live. Sick and twisted, that's how I grew up so don't blame me for my weirdness, it is the result of a very twisted and unstable childhood.
Oh, did I forget to mention my most unnatural feature? I HAVE WINGS!!!! I hate them sometimes but they come in handy for traveling between countries. They are 12 feet long from tip to tip; light brown with a speckling of blonde, just like my hair. Oh and another thing, they change to match my hair, so if my hair was lime green then, my wings would take two days and change to match it. Cool, eh? More like freak show right? But it's me…I've learned to deal with my abilities, and I enjoy having them sometimes.
My story is not a pleasant one; I wouldn't tell you if I thought I could help it. I just can't it in any longer; it's tearing at me to tell my story.
Everything started when I was three, with Derek being three months younger then me, THEY decided we were old enough to fight. We only fought each other until the others were five. When my youngest brother Randy was five, he had his first fight, against my other brother Johnny, who was only two months older then Randy. Randy won, surprising everyone. He hurt Johnny beyond healing, even with our advanced healing, as in super-speedy-and-improved-in-every-way-healing, in other words he was deemed useless, and therefore killed.
We were shocked, not only were there only four of us now, but our youngest brother and beaten someone on his first try. We had never expected him to win much less cause the death of our brother. And he was proud! Proud of killing Johnny! As you may have guessed we knew nothing aside from killing…. So we weren't as disgusted as you may be. I'm sad to say I was almost impressed by the feat. I know, I know, my mind was messed up.
My other brother's name was Gaberiel, fitting right? He had wings like me. The main difference between us is his wings don't change color. His are always a pure angelic white, like the angel everyone believed him to be. Gabe was my favourite brother, that is until he became a jerk, an ass, and however else you care to describe those things. He was around six when it happened.
"Darin! I hate you! You're so…so…so controlling! You can be such a brat sometimes!"
"Well you aren't exactly perfect either Gaberiel! Just because you are named after an angel doesn't mean you are one!"
Gabe ran and I was selfish enough to think he deserved what he got.