Gunshots, Death Scythes & Sociopaths
I remember the smell of burning flesh. The tang of blood splattered everywhere as my body shaken in hysteria. I laughed my ass off that day. It was fun seeing red flooded my room, the house enveloped in the still warm liquid and bits of organs that's been crushed under my feet, some still stuck between my toes. And every step that I make, my feet would do this squishing sound that would make me giggle and feel proud of what I've done. I've killed those sons of bitches of what you call ' Loving Parents '. I'm sick and done with them, they're not even my real parents. They said that I'm adopted and born in hell. They said I'm a demon, only raised to be sacrificed in their church or whatever. They mock me and insulted me every way they can. And whenever I retorted their wrong doings, they would either slash my face with a knife or stomp on me and crushed my organs. I was barely a year old when they start abusing me, and for whatever it's for, it would be months back of what I did before. And I was only two when they started using guns, weapons, and kitchen knives because they wanted to see my reaction towards pain and shit like that. They said it was for ' The Benefactor of the World '. Huh, 'benefactor' my ass, I know that they're doing it for their own amusement.
The only good thing that I learn from them is how to dodge a fast father carrying a knife and about to butcher you, heavy pain tolerance ( like getting stabbed in the guts several of times ), and to trust nobody, not even yourself. They were religious occults and scientist that like to look into bodies of interesting creatures. So when they found out that I can heal abnormally fast, they start experimenting on me, and did live dissections every other two weeks or so. It hurts like a bitch. They went and sabotage my organs, cut my rib in half and burned my heart with acid, for pure joy and fun. All because they hated demons and they should be abolished from the world. I think that they should be the one to be abolished from existence because they're pedophilllic shits that torture a two year old kid that should be dead ever since I was adopted and came to this place. This ain't home, this is a jail full of sociopathic shitty scientist that probably don't know what the fuck that they're doing, while cutting my arm off and see what I'll be screaming this time. And it only gets worst, the very next day after I woke up from conscienceness, I was healthy As. A. Goat. No bruises, no puncture wound, no open sores, no infected areas that I should get a day ago along with my previous injuries. It's like my body's telling me,
" Oh Abaddon , sweetheart, you're healthy as a fiddle now! No broken bones or any shits like that, so we can be ready for another day of torture! " * insert lovely smilie face of doom * ... just fuck you body, fuck you. And the only thing left, was an ugly, scary scar that runs along my top back, making a giant big 'x' with a gun target emblem end on top of it. The scar was bordered by an eight pointed star, and an outer ring made with ruins scriptures of some kind. I don't know what it is, but that's the only thing I have on my body. No other scar left behind except for that one. My fake parents said I got it since I was born, and I was sure of it because with normal human beings, any experiments that they did to their poor victim would sure leave a nasty scar behind. If they live through it. It scares the shit out of me because I think that this thing is some kind of form of an evil 'mambo jumbo' witchery act.
Why can't I just heal like a normal human being, oh wait, I would be dead by then, my bad. But all those torture, live dissection ended when I turned nine. Oh what a wonderful day it is, to be able to be the one feeling THEIR SHITTY organs. To be the one being able to stomp my feet on THEIR SHITTY faces. To be the ones making THER SHITTY body explode. It was fun. All that shit was worth it, was worth for what they did to me. And the most particular part was that I don't give two fucks even when they're dead. They should be dead, because they don't belong in this world.
The walls are covered in smelly tang of metallic red liquid. It was like a piece of art, each telling of what I did to make it look this way. The one on the left wall in the kitchen is where I butchered my 'mama'; I ripped her head off. I couldn't remember how I did it, or what happens at the end. I just woke up in my living room, found my parents dead, and cheered the whole day of not being tortured again. I didn't mind the blood or the scattered body parts tossed all over the house, in fact I was enjoying and playing with them. If I had friends ,I would invite them over because I'm nice and have a party all day, I'm sure they wouldn't mind the messy and bloody house, I think they might even find it relaxing, enjoyable, and artistic. I know I would, no parents for the rest of my life!
After a whole day of fun, I got bored. I was wondering what's going on out side because I never went out before in my whole life. I was stuck in this hunk of bricks and wood of what you call a house. It's just a regular with a basement and an attic, though the basement is where I live most of my life. At that time, I've never seen my own reflection before, I don't even know if I'm a boy or a girl either. I was taught how to read, write and speak both English and Japanese, because my mom is Japanese and my dad is American. So basically I'm a native tough in both. I went down to the bathroom near kitchen, where I painted the walls with my 'dads' bloody arm and kicked it aside to said wall. I turned right, opened the bathroom and walked in. There in front of me is a giant mirror on top of the sink, where it reflected my image.
On said mirror was a lanky person of nine with different shades of unruly and short red hair, and big and narrow pale blue green colored eyes ringed with yellow in the middle. My skin is light and looked like white bed sheets. So this is what I look like, and my parents called me a monster. I'm the same as them. I have to two very feminine eyes , small pointed nose, small but plump lips, a heart shaped face and slightly pointed ears. I don't know why my parents called me a monster, I look just like them for god sakes! And since I have short hair, so maybe I'm a boy because 'dad' have short hair. So I'm a guy huh, cool.
But then again, my face looks like 'mom', more feminine looking then 'dads'. I don't know why, but at that time, I beleived that I'm a boy and should do what boys does. So I climbed into tub next to the sink, took off my clothes, and showered for the first time in four weeks. It felt good to have water run over my body, it's like your soul is cleansed from sins. The soap smells strange not that I ever smelt anything like that before. It says that it's strawberry, so this is how strawberry smells like... interesting . I sniffed it one more time before I squeeze the bottle , as red gel like thing plopped on the palm of my tiny right hand, closed the bottle the lather. The funny part is that the shampoo is also strawberry mixed in with cherry blossoms, no doubt that it's 'moms'. After twenty or more minutes of showering, I turn off the tap, used the towel that's hanging on the towel rack and dried myself. I wrapped the towel on my body and was about to step out before I realize that outside is too bloody. Luckily, I found 'moms' slippers and used to get to my 'parents' master bedroom upstairs. Inside was clean, so I took off the slippers and went right into the closet.
Inside was a world full of colorful clothes ranging to magenta, turquoise, blue and every color you can possibly imagine. A world of rainbows that's what I'm going to call it. I jerked towards my left and found a brief case of some kind. I opened it without trouble and gasp at the bundles of dollars packed tight in it.
" I should take some before I go. " I said, but right now is not the time, I need clothes damn it! I ran sacked the whole closet only finding a small Converes, a small red t-shirt and black jean pants or whatever ( well the smallest I can find ) and tighten it with 'moms' belt. I also found an over sized black zip up hoodie and matching brown wooly gloves enveloped in black leather. I know I'm going to need cause it's the dead of winter at that time, I could even see snow through my 'parents' bedroom window! And in luck I found a black Millitary backpack full of survival kits, food, meds, and other stuff. Man, it's like they're expecting some one to chase after them and need to get away. Well not anymore they're dead, so I'll be using this baby instead. I packed around a thousand dollars inside the large Millitary bag and pocketed a nine inch hunting knife and a miniature black taser.
I went back down towards the bloody mess that I probably made, I still know what happened, grabbed ten packets of peanut butter sandwich crackers, put it in a plastic bag, and filled in my two empty water canteen to the brink, and packed them on the side again. I went to the garage where I know 'dads' hide his weapons over there. I found a handgun and a machete, I packed both of them inside the bag. As I went to the front door, took one last look at my bloody house that I call prison, and closed the door behind me.
Outside was blazing white, something that I never seen before in my whole entire nine years of my life. Snow covered all most every thing, the cars, the houses, it looks like a magical place, but it's eerie. Not a single sound was made after I stepped out. At least you would hear birds singing or something, but it's dead silent, like nothing ceased to exist. So I walked on thinking it's just a normal day, an abnormal shitty day, like any other days. I passed by the neighborhood street, with joy bubbling inside me. Everything is so new, new smells new everything! Though, there was something strange when I looked at this houses door, two blocks away from mine. It's opened and letting snow through, and what caught my attention was a hand sticking out of the ajar door. I went to go look and investigate.
I open the door and found a man laying on his face, with only his upper body. His torso and down was obliterated to pieces. And when I look up, it was utter horror. There's blood everywhere. Dripping down the ceiling, splattered against the wall and... is that a leg! This is sick man, who would do such a thing to fucking innocent strangers! Is this even normal anymore, cause I don't what's the difference between my reality and supposed normal daily life! I took a step in, dragging the dead corps like a sack of potatoes and just left it there. There was silence in me, I can't talk or breathed. This is stupid! The fucks is going on! You just don't go outside finding a person dead like this, not to mention in their own house without any possible explanation whatsoever. It's like somebody just went ' bloody murder and I'm going to kill you, bahhhhhh ' and ransacked the whole building. The silence was so loud, it rocketed throughout the air like a signal. Maybe the other houses are okay, like no one got hurt or bloody murder, ransacked and shit.
I turned around and closed the door behind me, not even giving a second glance at the murder scene, and just walked forward. I went to check the other houses three blocks away from here and they have the same results as the previous one. How come only I survived the attack, is this some kind of apocalyptical event and everybody died in the world and I'm the only one that survived this shit! Oh fuck, it's going to be like that movie where PitchBlack is coming! How many people died in this event, why am I ALIVE when everybody's DEAD!?
I ran five blocks down west, and surprisingly this community is huge. I went straight without ever looking back. Why is this always happening to me. Always the same shit every time! I sobbed, tears blurred my eyes, but I kept running. The colors blended in before me, as I thought to myself if I'm SUPPOSED to exist. That I'm not just a living puppet that my 'parents' control, that I'm a living being of my own. Everything seemed like mazes and jagged puzzle pieces jumbled up all together, like sugar and salt. But it's not sugar and salt, it more BITTER tasting, like something is not right, that I'm not supposed to be here, and it radiates in waves throughout my body in codes and signals that I can't get rid off. It's irritating, annoying, buzzing in my head, and I ignored it.
Funny thing was, if I didn't place that intuition in the back of my mind and turned around, I wouldn't be in this kind of trouble in the first place. Heck, I wouldn't meet that old man in black and be the person that I am right now. Said man in black popped out like a bugger from one of the roof top build, pulled out a gun and starts shooting at space. He was shooting at nothing, zlit, nada, zero squat. I stopped and was drawn to his attention. Why the fuck is that old man wasting bullets? Aren't those precious? Well, whatever I did from then on, I just stared in awe at the man in black. He seemed to be fighting something, and not before long, next to the house that the man in black aimed for, got crushed and strewed away like rag dolls. I didn't pay attention to my surroundings, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to get away either.
Everything just seemed normal, and now look, fungus zombies, walking dead people gurgling in their own blood and left over spit, walking towards me and man in black over there. I 'eep' and jogged closer to the older man, as he seemed to have taken interest in me. He took a glance, and directed his gun at me.I stopped dead in my tracks and questions came in waves of how much of my trust I can put on this man.
...What the FUCK! Who in the hell of The Lord would try to shoot children that are not ZOMBIES, not including my 'parents'.*shudder* I ain't the bad guy, these shits are. At that time, I didn't realized why he aimed his pistol at me, but now I really wish did. One of the those bastards got close enough that he, or now I should say 'it', starts pulling on my backpack as bullets starts homing in on me. I backpedaled my face behind me as I saw a dead face stared at my blue green abyss. I mean literally ( well, I can guess you say that ) death was like WRITTEN ALL OVER THIS SHITS BODY, LIKE A TATOO! Everything just describes death on it and right on, I know that this particular zombie was different from the others. The bullets that were aimed for me wasn't for me in particular, but for this thing instead. I tried to dodge to the right, but this thing got me first, and used my body as a shield. Three jabbed into my heart, and two was homing to my head, but I cranked my neck, just in time for it to pass by. There's supposed to be pain, but I felt nothing. It didn't do me any good though, cause it gives an opening to the left side of my neck open for biting.
And that's exactly what the thing did, it bit me, hard. Blooder splattered on the ground and embedded in my hair, dribbled down my chin, painted on my face, and some in my eyes. Time seems to stop at that time, everything was blank. I feel like I don't know who I am anymore nor why I'm living, or that I should have died to what my 'parents' had done to me. Then, my world resumes again, as pain starts to kick in. It felt like acid and and hot burning lava poured down into my system, as the foreign substance entered and explored every nooks and cracks throughout my body in mere seconds. It was pain that I never felt before in my whole entire worth of nine years of my life, like every pain that I've received, bubbled and crashed down on me in waves of nauseousness, maybe even more. I can't breath, it hurts to fucking much. My body ached, but I willed it to move. My right hand fumbled for the knife in my pocket, as the creature grabs hold further of my body and claps down hard, making more blood gushed out. I couldn't take it anymore, mentally and physically. My mind went haywire, as my brain gave out to so many different information about everything that is to know.
Now I know why those people died, those people died because of me. Because I wanted to reck havoc on my 'parents' and that I accidentally released something that makes people's souls collapse from the inside, while their body explodes to billion pieces. I've been denying it the whole time that it wasn't me, that it something else. Looks like my 'parents' were right, I am a MONSTER. I don't belong in this world cause I killed so many people, what am I, am I a devil, demon. I'm scared, I don't know what to do. From right then and there, I opened my mouth and screamed.
" Fu...ahhh...AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHNNNGGG! "
My voice ricochet throughout the area full of the dead. The man in black looked back at me, and shoots the last bullets, before the creature that he was fighting stood a stand still. How come I can't see it before, was it because I'm dying? Anyways he came towards me, as the last bite that this little shit gave loosens. Those dead black eyes starred back on my pale blue green orbs, while saying something inconcrete that I can't even understand at all because of the huge gapping would on my neck. It gave out another breath, before I take hold of my knife and lodged it in its head. The 'thing' lets go of my body and staggers backwards, before I turned around, pulled my knive from its head, and stabbed its heart. I did this a couple of time, but it seems I can't stop. Something in me is driving me mad, crazy, like a sociopathic maniacs, driving a drill to a head persons head. I like it, no, I LOVE IT.
It was the best thing I ever experienced in my whole entire nine years of my life. Killing, oh god, KILLING SOMETHING MAKES ME FEEL JOY AND HAPPINESS. I watched myself steering the knife through the things body, over and over again. The rotting blood painted my face, as I smile from side to side, not caring if the world sees me like a maniac or not. I'm enjoying this.
" You think it's funny hurting me, you think you know more pain then me," My voice rasped. " I'll show you, I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT FUCKING PAIN REALLY FEELS, UWA... UWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "
My body shakes in hysteria, as I feel my lower back stretching. A red tail spurted out of my tail bone, a flamed with blue fire at the tip. My head feels like it's splitting, as I grew three horns. One set framing my forehead, second grew on top and made a sliding motion to the back of my head, third set was attached to the second at the base and had a spiral motion that went to either side of my face like a ram. My nails popped as it grew in a 'j' motion and came down to a sharp pointy 'c'. My outer shell went through metamorphosis, and hurt like hell too. Whatever it is, it didn't stop me for wanting to kill every thing fifthty miles radius from here. My body was engulfed with blue, gold, and dark violet flames, and the power comes in rushing heat. I felt powerful for the first time in my life, and it feels great, like I can do anything.
" I WILL KILL EVERYTHING, I'll KILL EVERYTHING THAT TRIES TO HURT ME! " I growled.
This isn't me voice, it was someone else. Someone that just snapped and wants to murder people. All I could remember was the smell of burning flesh, as everything that's considered danger and evil to me, died in the hands of my flames. The tang of blood splattered everywhere as my body shaken in hysteria. In my mind darkness speaks and whispers in lullabies, as I open my eyes and look at the reflection before me. The skinny lanky me turns out to be a MONSTER, before the blue came in and everything went black.
I, Abaddon Nathaniel Revolvo was born a DEMON.
Thank you guys for reading this first chapter and hope that you guys will be joining me in the future chapters as well. As you can see, this story will focus more on life than romance, not that there's not going to be one. The next will be focusing on Shiro Fujimoto- sans perspective. It will be very intresting and I hope you like it! Again, thank you for reading this FIRST STORY of mine, and hope you guys review. THANKS CIAO CIAO! :)
