WARNING!!! If you have not read all of this story, then PLEASE do not read,
or else be forwarned that there will probably be some spoilers in here
(though, mostly minor ones). The rating of PG-13 will be given for now
because I know what my writing is like, and there will probably be a fight
scene later in this story. Any and all reviews are welcome, so please let
me know what you think (even flames are welcome)
Disclaimer:: I do not own Shattered Mirror or it's characters. I also do not own N. Sixx or its saweet Dragon Lounge shirt. And I don't own the Fender Strat that I saw at World Music earlier today because we don't have the money to buy it c.c *sighs* I'm not out to make money so don't sue because I do have a lawyer *looks at Fired Violence* On the other hand, I DO own the characters of Aiden Donovan Faolan, and Kael and thus don't steal them or else I WILL come after you *glares*
A.N.:: Yes I know that the names are both Celtic, and their meanings will probably be of importance later
Boy's names:: Aiden Donovan Faolan (Fiery / Dark Warrior / Wolf); Kael (Mighty Warrior)
::BOUND BY BLOOD ::CHAPTER 1 - Perfect Detail ::DarkStorm
The boy lifted his shirt over his head and looked in the mirror at the scars on his back.
Nikolas was cut into the flesh behind his right shoulder with a rose. He examined the detail with which the rose was sketched. The boy had never seen anything like it.
Looking at the back of his left shoulder he saw Kristopher cut into the flesh with a tear drop. He remembered so little of what had happened and the cuts burned like a searing flame that was held up to his skin. He did, however, remember the agony with which each cut was made to form each name. The boy recoiled at the thought.
A knocking came to the door.
"Aiden!"
It was his mother. He couldn't show her the scars because she would question them.
"Hold on!" he called back as he struggled to button his black N. Sixx Dragon Lounge shirt. The shirt made the scars hurt worse, but he wanted to avoid as many questions as possible with his mother.
Opening the door, he looked at his suspecting mother. "Yeah?" he asked her.
"Where are you going again?" His mother ALWAYS did this and there was nothing he could do about it, so he didn't bother avoiding this question.
"I'm going to the mall, Mom. I'll take my cell so that you can get in touch with me."
"Do you have money?"
"Yes I got my paycheck the other day." Aiden loved his job. He worked at a local guitar store, and was able to get discounts on all the guitar stuff he needed for his band. He had only a small amount of money as he had used part of it on a new black Fender Stratocaster with a flame that showed the grain in the wood.
His mother turned to leave, and he grabbed his wallet off of his desk and walked down the steps.
"Bye, Mom!" he called as he closed the door behind him.
Putting his sunglasses on, he pulled his shirt away from the painful cuts on his shoulders.
He passed the tag on the wall a few blocks down, and reading the name of the tagger -'Soldier' - he stopped and placed his right hand on it. "Rest in peace, Kael, rest in peace..."
Disclaimer:: I do not own Shattered Mirror or it's characters. I also do not own N. Sixx or its saweet Dragon Lounge shirt. And I don't own the Fender Strat that I saw at World Music earlier today because we don't have the money to buy it c.c *sighs* I'm not out to make money so don't sue because I do have a lawyer *looks at Fired Violence* On the other hand, I DO own the characters of Aiden Donovan Faolan, and Kael and thus don't steal them or else I WILL come after you *glares*
A.N.:: Yes I know that the names are both Celtic, and their meanings will probably be of importance later
Boy's names:: Aiden Donovan Faolan (Fiery / Dark Warrior / Wolf); Kael (Mighty Warrior)
::BOUND BY BLOOD ::CHAPTER 1 - Perfect Detail ::DarkStorm
The boy lifted his shirt over his head and looked in the mirror at the scars on his back.
Nikolas was cut into the flesh behind his right shoulder with a rose. He examined the detail with which the rose was sketched. The boy had never seen anything like it.
Looking at the back of his left shoulder he saw Kristopher cut into the flesh with a tear drop. He remembered so little of what had happened and the cuts burned like a searing flame that was held up to his skin. He did, however, remember the agony with which each cut was made to form each name. The boy recoiled at the thought.
A knocking came to the door.
"Aiden!"
It was his mother. He couldn't show her the scars because she would question them.
"Hold on!" he called back as he struggled to button his black N. Sixx Dragon Lounge shirt. The shirt made the scars hurt worse, but he wanted to avoid as many questions as possible with his mother.
Opening the door, he looked at his suspecting mother. "Yeah?" he asked her.
"Where are you going again?" His mother ALWAYS did this and there was nothing he could do about it, so he didn't bother avoiding this question.
"I'm going to the mall, Mom. I'll take my cell so that you can get in touch with me."
"Do you have money?"
"Yes I got my paycheck the other day." Aiden loved his job. He worked at a local guitar store, and was able to get discounts on all the guitar stuff he needed for his band. He had only a small amount of money as he had used part of it on a new black Fender Stratocaster with a flame that showed the grain in the wood.
His mother turned to leave, and he grabbed his wallet off of his desk and walked down the steps.
"Bye, Mom!" he called as he closed the door behind him.
Putting his sunglasses on, he pulled his shirt away from the painful cuts on his shoulders.
He passed the tag on the wall a few blocks down, and reading the name of the tagger -'Soldier' - he stopped and placed his right hand on it. "Rest in peace, Kael, rest in peace..."