Alright, first chapter! This is a pretty mature story with quite a bit if gory bits, and also some psychological aspects, hence the M rating. If you aren't cool with that stuff, or if you're super young I suggest you take a rain check until my next story (I promise it will be friendlier). Anyways, for all who have stayed, prepare for the blood fest.
Disclaimer - Shit ain't mine, all topics regarding the Sins and their shenanigans belong to the creators. Only my OC, and any back story associated are mine.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed as I plummeted down from the sky. You may be wondering why I'm falling, and I'm just as confused. After a 'curfuffel' with a rival gang, I was shit on by their chosen champion. He was a 7 ft massacre, and decided it would be fun to throw me a bone. Pretty sure it was a femur. As the bone-spear tore through my chest cavity, I did manage to get my buzz-axe into his skull, probably killing him, not sure. Anyway, I'm currently falling out of the sky, on my way to my new six foot grave in the dirt. The name is Sage, by the way, don't let the name throw you off. I was part of the Gear Heads, a gang in The waste lands of San Francisco. I'll explain The Storm later, it appears that I've got a meeting.
"Dicks and pie, where the hell is this?" I say, waking up to a small room. Straight above me is a huge hole in the roof. A stray piece of wood dangles, then dropped. I was staring curiously at my strange surroundings and didn't notice that it was dropping toward me. *CRACK*. It slammed into my head and broke in two, leaving me dizzy. I shook it off, and looked around more, seeing I was in a small room, with little dècor all over the room. a small mirror, a bedside table, a scared girl next to me... wait.
"AH SHIT!" I screamed, jumping up and slamming onto the floor. I looked around and noticed I was in a bed, and it had cracked in two because of me. she peered over the edge of the broken furniture.
"are you alright?" she asked. I knew this girl, but I couldn't place it. She had long silver blonde hair, and skin that was completely flawless, not a single scar or blemish anywhere. She had a skin tight black suit, covering everything but her hands, feet, and neck. Her eyes shining green, and her ear pierced with a small turquoise jewel with a crown on it.
"I'm fine. had bigger falls in Presidio. Need a damn drink though. Where the fuck am I? Is this Castro or something? or Sunset?" She just kind of looked down at me. "Hey! earth to air head! where am I?" she shook her head and refocused.
"Well, I'm not sure about those places, but you are next to a small town. I'm not sure of the name, but I can ask someone if you'd like." she had a light and floaty voice, and seemed really sincere and nice about everything. She seemed so perfect, like she was from a TV show, or a cartoon.
"Well, I'm sure she just fell off the bed when she woke up. Stop worrying so much." A young kids voice was echoing up a set of stairs from my right. He came up the stairs and it was a young boy with tussled blonde hair and a tuxedo vest and a white long sleeve t-shirt that hung loosely on his small frame. His emerald green eyes and red tie were matched by a large green dragon hilt with small ruby red eyes. I knew where I was. She was Princess Elizabeth from the manga 'Seven Deadly Sins'. The boy was Meliodas. I hadn't read it in a long time, but I had watched it enough as a small child that it would come to me later. I'm gonna freak him out.
"Sup Mely!" I said, and picked myself up off the floor. "Where are we at right now? she hasn't put on your shitty ass clothes and you don't know her. I'm guessing you were about to come up to find her asleep." He had steeled eyes, inspecting me as a foe. Then he suddenly perked up with a smile.
"Well howdy, stranger! It seems you fell into my little tavern. Might I ask your name?" He had is eyes closed thin and a greeting smile, but I could see if I made one wrong move he would blow me out if the water.
"The name is Sage. You can relax, though my tag is The Psycho, I'm actually tame when I wanna be. It's mostly supposed to be ironic." I made a few hand gestures and bounced around playfully as I walked toward him in my explanation. I want him to feel comfortable around me.
"Sage The Psycho, huh? Seems pretty intense for a name. Would you mind explaining how you fell through my roof, and know my name?" he still had his friendly smile on, but he opened his eyes wider to show a calculating glare.
"Not too sure actually. One minute there's a femur in my chest and the next I'm in this fucking weird ass place. I fell from really high up, and crashed into the bed there. I think my arm is broken. You got a Band-Aid, demon boy?" I had bent down into his face and we were now about 2 inches apart, meeting eye to eye. Both our happy outlooks have long faded. We stay there for a while, just waiting. I wanted to see his reaction, I needed to know what his absolute limit is. There. "Just kidding, little guy. Have a bad history with children, though of course. You're older than you look." I bent up straight and walked past him to the stairs, where the pain in my leg was too much, and I fell down them. Just before there was a small gleam in his eyes. Just a little shimmer that said "If you don't back the fuck up, I'll murder you and your family." It was easy to see once you've seen it the first time. Living in The Storm was rough. Falling onto my face, I gave a sigh, then passed out. They'll take care of me.
I was right. I woke up in the broken bed, which was now fixed in some way, and had bandages all over my body. I looked around and saw that we were on the move, and that the Princess was looking at me worriedly. She was sitting in a chair by the bed and was just kind of looking at me.
We sat there awhile, she still just stared blankly at me. I waved my hand absentmindedly and she blinked and snapped out if it.
"Oh! Um, sorry. Just, lost in thought I guess. Are you feeling alright? You took quite a fall earlier. Do you need anything?" God. Her totally sincere care for everyone and everything. It makes me sick. I sat up, trying to get out of bed but she rushed up to stop me. "Please! You can't get out of bed yet! Your wounds aren't healed yet!" She was pushing down on my with all her might, insisting I stay. So I did. I lay back down and just stare at the ceiling.
"Do you have anything to do?" I ask. She looks at me from her chair.
"Excuse me?" she asks politely. I sigh heavily.
"Anything to do? Books? Games? Anything for fun?" She just stares at me blankly.
"Um, Well, I don't know if Sir Meliodas has anything to do. I haven't spent a lot of time here. You fell down the stairs, then a group of men came here looking for me. I began running, and Sir Meliodas saved me, first from a huge fall, then from a large scary man." she explained.
"Sir Twiggle. Arrogant bastard. He dies, don't worry about him. Go find Meliodas, ask him if he's got some books." She nodded, and got up. Only now did I notice she was wearing the tavern uniform. It was a bright pink dress, very short, having a large bow in the front. She had on one legging, and some clompy shoes.
As she left to go find the bar keep, I looked around my body to find almost every inch covered in bandages. Even my face was covered, mostly on the side I was missing my eye. I never noticed but I guess I did have a lot of wounds I never let heal. There was so much to worry about in the vast wastelands you couldn't stop for a second without getting jumped. I looked around more for my stuff, not seeing it easily with my constricted movement. I saw a closet and wondered if they put it in there. A large amulet was on the bed stand, and it felt out of place for it to be there. It was my treasure, I never let it go. It stayed to fill the hole that got left by that battle, both physically and mentally.
I heard footsteps clomp up the stair well and saw the Princess with a thick book held tightly in her crossed arms. she walked over to me and stood above me with eyes filled with pride.
"I found a book! It's called 'The Wind In The Willows'. Would you like for me to hold it up for you while you read? I could find a pillow to hold it up as well..." She trailed off as she looked around the room for more pillows.
"T-that... uh... that's not necessary..." I said. A blush was overtaking my face, I could feel it. I really hadn't thought this through.
"Lady Sage, could it be that you cannot read?" She said this so calm and helpful. she didn't mock or tease. I started to feel calmer. More safe around her. NO! I cannot get comfortable with these people! With anyone! Not after what happened... I decided to do the one thing that always gets people to leave me alone. I pouted. Turning my head away from her, I pursed my lips and held a tight face. She didn't move and neither did I. Even if we had to sit this out for eternity I would still do it. I heard her drop the pillows, and the floorboards creaking under her loud shoes. I felt pressure on the bed as she sat down, leaning towards me. "It's OK that you can't read. I wasn't able to read properly until I was 7 or 8. I know of people that took even longer. How old are you?" She was so damn nice! I wanted to just give in and tell her everything! Just let my story flow through my lips! I just wan- there was a small creak on the stairs and I shot my death glare downwards toward it, seeing a little glint of red.
"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" I bellowed, jumping up out if bed, snapping stitches and unraveling my bandages. I full on sprinted toward the stairs, there I was meeted with an empty staircase. I jumped down them, sliding down the rails and slamming into the first door I saw, cracked open just a smidge. It broke of the hinges as I slammed it full force with my hands, terrible pain gushing from one of them but I ignored it. The door went flying into the room where it hit Meliodas in the middle of the room and shattered into pieces. Well, more pieces than it was already in. I blocked the shrapnel with my arms, only to just barely see him jump out the window and disappear. Damn, he got away. I turned to see Princess looking at me with shocked fear in her eyes. "Fourteen, in regards to your question." I turned my death glare past her and walked back up to the room, completely in pain and agony.
"Y-y-you're naked!" she screamed behind me. I slowly made my way up the stairs and sat in the bed, it slowly creaked under me and I inspected my bleeding body. At least half of my skin was covered in it, leaking from opened wounds, and my arm was completely shattered now, it was completely off put, and seemed if I pushed hard enough it would come off. So I did. I grabbed my arm, and breathed in and out a couple times. Then I pushed incredibly hard and quick, slicing through the flesh with the snapped bone. It was a gory sight to behold, and it soaked most of the floor in my blood.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" I screeched as it came off. I was half way there, and I just had to keep pushing. I retracted my hand from the half detached ligament and placed it the bed, hyperventilating. I breathed in deep, then slammed down with all my might, tearing the flesh even further, and leaving it dangling off by a small bit. Barely conscious, I grabbed my hand, and yanked on it, breaking off that last little piece, and I held it up to my face. A novelty. Just before I passed out I saw Princess come up the stairs, scream something about blood, then pass out, falling just outside the large pool. then I heard shuffling by the window, and Meliodas climbed in, and called down the stairs, then laid me on my back, and I passed out once again.
I was not happy when I woke up again. It isn't even about the arm. I woke up to Meliodas staring directly into my soul through my eyes, and grabbing my breast. I lashed my arm out quickly, snatching his throat and squeezing down on it.
"Let go, or I break you." I said menacingly. He stopped, as if to ponder my question, then squeezed one more time. That was it. I slammed all my muscles into high gear and crushed his throat as hard as I could, then reeled back and tossed him across the room. He hit the dresser and it shattered as he collapsed into it.
"Sir Meliodas! What happened!" Princess had walked into the room and was now bent over Meliodas poking and prodding him.
"I'm fine, Elizabeth. Miss Sage has some anger problems though." He chuckled while getting up. He was completely fine, no sign of injury at all.
"I DON'T HAVE PROBLEMS, YOU HAVE PROBLEMS!" I screamed at him. He chuckled. I was about to get up and smack him again.
"Please! Stop! There is no need to fight, please just calm down!" She had rushed over to me to keep me from getting up, and I had no choice but to oblige. I sat back down, glaring back at Meliodas as he smiled brightly at me. A small chime was heard and he jumped up.
"Well! We have some customers! I'll go tend to them, you two have fun!" He made his way over to the stair well and walked down them. I could hear him talking to several men and then serving them.
"Hey! I know! How about I read to you! That will be fun!" Princess exclaimed. She picked up the book on the side table and nudged my amulet. She stopped, then picked it up. "I was... I was wondering what this was, I didn't want to open it without your consent." She stared deeply into my eye and had a small shimmer to them. I growled slightly and snatched it, then turned away from her. She jumped slightly, but I saw her put on a little smile before I turned. "Well that's alright. We all have secrets, it's OK that you want to keep them, but I would love to know some day!" She cheerfully sang, I just wanted her to stop. It was too painful.
I heard pages flipping and she coughed quietly. "The Wind In The Willows..." She began reading the story to me. Just reading and reading. Page after page. It was, well, it was tiring.
"HAND OVER THE FRONTING! YOU HEARD ME GOD DAMNIT! HAND IT OVER YOU LITTLE FUCK!"
"Please, just don't hurt her! Please! I have it right here! Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her! No! No! NOOOOO-!"
"AAAAAGGGHHH!" I woke with a start, and Princess jumped up, falling back onto the floor. I hate those fucking nightmares. They always choose the worst time to come.
"What is it? What happened are you alright!?" Princess screamed. She was flipping out, looking all over my body for reopened wounds.
"I'm fine, Just a nightmare." I sighed, letting the sheets go. "I need to find a blacksmith. What's the next stop in the list? Have you already gotten to the booze town?" I asked her. She just stopped and stared at me confused. "I'll take that as a no. Where are my clothes? I need something." She nodded, and started rummaging around in the wreckage of the closet. After about a minute she pulled out a pair of dark orange pants, a rusty looking dirty wife beater, and a large backpack. She hefted them all over to me, barely able to hold my pack, and placed it on the ground.
"What is it that you needed?" She asked, rummaging around in my large bag.
"There should be a little metal device. It has a big blue screen and some buttons and other doohickeys." She dug around some more and pulled out the boxy machine. She handed it to me and I grabbed it, then started punching in buttons with my thumb. An awkward task being that this is for two hands. I found what I was looking for and pressed a red button. There was a flash of blue light and a large red tube appeared on my lap. It had some metal and a large needle and lever. It was called a Feel Good. The idiot who named it, is in fact, already dead.
"What are you going to do with that?" She asked curiously. "And how did it appear like that?" I picked up the large thing and stabbed it into my heart, then pulled the lever. Princess gasped unceremoniously, and I felt immediate relief as the potion worked its magic. I could feel my wounds healing and my skin growing. My arm stump had skin over it in seconds, and I reached to pull off all my bandages.
"Wait! Don't do that! Your wounds!" She began to warn me, but I continued anyway, revealing my scarred and beaten skin. I had one incredibly large one spanning down my entire torso to just above my pelvis. Got it from a cannibal raiding party. I was just about to be chowed on when a group of grottens came in and ate them all. Grottons are just nasty dog like things that eat anything they can get their claws on. I pulled the large needle out if my heart and threw it aside, then got up and began dressing.
"So, about that blacksmith?"