Immortality Chapter 1: The Jashinist
The boy with slicked back, silver hair and red-violet eyes walked into the store with caution. He knew he was going to do something wrong and he was starving; being a fourteen-year-old, he needed food to help his body grow. He was pretty scrawny and thin; his ribs were even showing.
His stomach tightened in anxiety as he thought of a way to get food. Of course, he was going to steal it! He had no money, for crying out loud! There was no way in HELL that he was going to pay for such a crucial item!
He winced as his stomach growled loudly, almost as if it were screaming at him to get some food and get the hell out.
"I'm so fucking hungry…" He looked around and quickly snagged up some bread, a bottle of water, a pack of cookies and quickly walking towards the door.
As soon as he got outside, he broke into a sprint, hearing someone running after him.
"Get back here, you little runt!" An old man roared angrily at the boy, causing him to chuckle as he swiftly slid under a passing-by cart and stood up, breaking into a sprint again.
For being so hungry and thin, he was pretty fast. After all, it was easy for him to run quickly, as he was light and had always been quick-footed.
"I'll fucking stop if you can catch up to me, you damn old man!" The boy took a swift glance over his shoulder, laughing as the poor old man stopped in his tracks, looking exhausted and sad. It was enough; the boy was too fast for the poor guy…
The boy grinned evilly and quickly skidded into an alley way between two tall buildings, crouching down by a dumpster for cover and ripping open the bag of bread, beginning to eat it in a pig-like way. He could be excused for his poor manners; he was so hungry.. He took a swig of the water as he finished the bread, quickly turning to the cookies and scarfing those down as well.
He then finished those and drank the rest of the water, leaning back against the brick wall of the building and sighing. He wasn't quite full, but it was good enough for now…
He stood up, sighing again, and walked out of the alley way, quickly running out of the village and going into the forest to hide from anyone who wanted to arrest him.
"Well, I guess I'm fucked.. There's no way to get out of my damned situation." He knew he was immortal; he knew he couldn't die. He had never actually tried to kill himself and never would. Well, unless the time called for it.
He had found out that he was immortal when he was shot in the heart, head, and stomach each; he had felt severe pain but didn't die like he had expected. He lived in agony and had soon come to enjoy giving himself and others pain. He just didn't like it when others gave HIM pain.
He snorted and angrily kicked a rock, frowning sadly. He would always be alone, huh?
"Oh well… If I'm left alone, then who the fuck cares? It's not like anyone is going to come to help me anytime soon. After all, they ALL saw those bullets pierce my chest and head.. They are afraid.." He chuckled as he mentioned their fear. "Good. Then they won't fucking mess with me!"
He wandered over to a well-hidden area and laid down in a soft pile of moss, settling down to go to sleep. Within no time, he was flooded with horrid nightmares and his light, quiet snoring filled the air.
Meh... I don't even know... I hope you liked it! Should I continue? Please review, it would be greatly appreciated~!