HELL'S Soul Vengeance

by TheDeadArtist

They killed his parents, they murdered him, took his life but he became cursed and blessed. He rose from the dead with his own dead body like that of a hollow. He embraces a friend and trains to become the expert mercenary so he can take down the ones who killed him and his family. He will have to figure out what he stands for in the process DEATH IS HIS FRIEND!

1. how all this SHIT started

HELL'S Soul Journey chapter 1 Prologue combination

By: TheDeadArtist

This night of my life couldn't have been any better at least until I was killed it really was nice I had been playing Xbox 360 with my friend and I decided I would go for a walk to enjoy my self and admire my surroundings and just appreciate life something not many kids did any more. Of course on my way back I decided to take a back route. Now before we go any farther into my story I am going to tell you about my family my mom was a receptionist for a complaint or ah how do you say it oh yes customer support and my dad was a police officer. My moms name was Kristen Richardson; my dads name is David Richardson. Now finally my one and only girlfriend Jessica nix (I considered her family when I was alive.) now the night before tonight my dad told me police stuff, stuff I really didn't think too much about until long later. It had been about how these new military guys CELL who worked for their parent company Hargreave&Rach were working with local crime lords to sell drugs and bring about anarchy over this town and everywhere all over the United States. Now that you know what I know you can get the idea on why I was killed and why my parents were murdered. So now back to my walk. I had headed down a dark alleyway and I went through the back alley with nothing happening but then these men came out of no where and in all honesty what was I to do I knew no way of fighting them then all of a sudden I hear "hey assholes why don't you pick on some one who can actually kick your asses!" and then this kid pulls a nice sized knife from its sheath on his leg. Then thought of this teen is going to get killed flew through my mind but of course I never really had much time to process it. So right after he said that and they looked at him they drew real combat knives and proceeded forwards to him but my savior was not about to die he held the knife backhanded and I knew from watching movies that only experts held short blades like that. Next one swiped at him he jumped back and came under the mans blade and stabbed him in the throat then moved to the next man and took his arm snapped it and slit his throat and then one man moved to strike but he got him in the foot and brought up the sharp part of the blade up the leg and then snapped his neck and finally the last man was a coward and took out what I now know as a M12 NOVA pistol and pointed it at me and pulled the trigger and blew me into oblivion. And that to whoever's listening to this is my last moment alive on earth.

Now I tell you what happened after I woke up some of it you won't believe some you will have to figure out for your selves. When I woke up I looked around me and I was on a bed and in a really shitty house or at least a room in the house because the wall had a giant chunk missing and the ceiling didn't look much better. Then came in a teenager he handed me a green flask with dripping yellow liquid, he had a mountain dew. He spoke and I heard "Drink it, it will heal you and give you strength." I tried to speak to no avail so I did what he said and drank and GODS YES I felt so much better and I said "thank you kid." Then something hit me like a truck his voice matched the one of last night then I remembered that I was supposed to be dead and that scared the nonliving shit out of me. He then said "alright I figure you just remembered that you should be dead and gone not alive and kicking plus you probably put that my voice is the same from last night well kid to put it lightly you've been branded with the Dark sign it's a symbol that will never allow you to die and that drink allows you to recover from just about any injury." I thought that the kid was crazy but then again he was right so far I was supposed to be dead so I then asked "ok so what about who are you?"

"You know that kid that ran into the door 8th grade?"

"Yeah a Zachary Schile right."

"Yes you got it but I'll tell you I'm not nerdy and I can certainly get ass if I wanted to, so on another note how are ya feeling Chris Richardson?"

"I feel like shit." I answered then another thing hit me like a rhino stampede what of my mom and dad. So I asked "so did you use those wicked knife skills to save my parents if they were in trouble?"

"Thankfully no I didn't and you dad is the only one in trouble with these people right now; they are alive but you can't go see them because they all believe your dead."

"Ok then well what am I to do?"

"You are going to fight these CELL CryNet people and your callsign is HELL over comms." And for two months I learned and trained how to use fire arms and knives and no weapon hand to hand combat and soon enough I was HELL the operative to fight for vengeance against my killers and who would later kill my parents. DEATH IS NOW MY FRIEND!

Well now I hope this works as a better first chapter for HELL'S Soul Journey and in all my honesty I enjoyed re writing it of course getting to the point of re writing it was hell but totally worth it so I hope you all enjoy it TheDeadArtist