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Radioactive: Chapter one my own funeral
You are probably wondering how I got handcuffed to this box dying of all things, well so am I. One day I am free the next some exorcists take it upon themselves to "save" the world from my evil influence. If this influence includes cooking at crappy hole in the wall excuses for eateries and playing over done rock music with drugged up delusional musicians then yes you have just saved the world. Oh, yes and searching my apartment for dismembered bodies, well other then the over run of rodents and roaches you are going to be sadly mistaken. I doubt anyone paid much attention to the fact that I have not done a single thing with my life since almost eleven years ago, not the soul of even the nastiest rat got crushed. So let's start at the beginning way back when I was a naïve son of Satan…
Almost eleven years earlier:
Rolling on the my bruised back, I lift a eye lid that feels as its made of concrete, wishing more then ever that I wasn't in a sea of dead some faceless bodies. Exorcist I didn't know strewn in piles, blood drenching the walls and a more then obvious reason the Vatican would soon find me guilty of treason. The truth is I went as ordered but since I am a survivor I will be tried and I will be the scapegoat for their folly, Yukio of course will blame me. Pausing to take in the utter devastation some part of me begins to move, whether it is my survival instinct or the urge to avoid everyone. Knowing that they sent me die on the front lines like a good little mistake, made me limp faster, doubting that they can even make head or tail out of the chaos. Most of these people will be reported as dead or MIA, me nope I am going for it. Hopefully they will assume I had died like the plan intended, I can be free. Shuffling past the body of a child guilt sways, I find myself covering the poor girl with a bloodied jacket of the closest corpse.
The door frame shatters as I stumble through, stepping over a priceless piece of artwork, the mother Mary smiles placidly back up at me. "Don't give me that look, you would condemn me too." I hesitate in front of the chapels stain glass window, lifting a piece of frame and watching the glass shatter. No one come running to my relief the wails of death and despair are too loud to hear anything I do. Jumping up to the ledge my fingers grip on the bites of glass and I tugged myself through the marred beauty, "Sorry but I need to get out of here." Tossing myself down the two stories my leg crunches slightly under the weight of my body, holding back a curse I stumble forward again. Finding the refreshing feeling of bones healing and cuts sealing, the reality of what I am doing catches up. Maybe I should just kill myself, that way if or when they catch me I won't look so guilty.
Hours later in a rain storm…
Seeking shelter under a tree I let the blood wash off my skin, sinking into sleep instantly.
Rushing forward I find my fingers pale, if barely visible the site of the Vatican in front, clinching glass. "Ah yes your planned worked, the spawn of Satan is finally dead." The scene twists to a towering cathedral my ex-friends and brother listen to a priest speak of the resting for those whom have fallen in battle, speaking of the poor souls unfortunate to be caught in the cross fire. Pictures line the walls women, men, children, soldiers but no such one of me; slamming his hands on the podium he shifts his gaze across the crowd of mourners. "For those poor souls in the cross fire we have failed, forgiveness is in the hearts of all. Even the son of the one whom caused all this fell." Suddenly an uproar goes through the chapel, people yelling joyously, "We are free of that blemish, we have been cleansed of this beast, though are friends and family have died we can live in a far greater peace."
Yukio smiles, lifting his hands to join in the rabble which sudden burst into to blue flames, like puddles of wax the image melts molding itself into something else. A graveyard with a single stone on a hill covered in vines, Dad floats an image fluttering in the breeze his face drawn. Ducking behind the nearest tree he turns gliding over to the spot, "What do you think your doing over there?" Looking down at my feet I laugh, "That is what everyone wanted Dad, I mean Yukio should be relived I am not there to protect." Shaking his head, "You truly believe that your brother won't miss you?" Shutting my eyes, "Yes he should be, I should have let the demons eat my soul but I fought thinking it would do any good. I couldn't even save a child." Shifting back he shakes his head, "I loved you enough to die protecting you and you return my efforts with this. You really are a fool."
Jumping up I hit my head on a long hanging tree branch, the sky glows with pinks, reds and yellows. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear the voice over and over again, ignoring the growing headache I start running toward the forest, how exactly am I going to pull off getting out of this place. Surrounded by soldiers, priests, exorcists and a populace that would like to destroy demons, finding the closest river I scrub the dirt and gore of my skin and clothes. Pausing only notice the scatter of clothes across the ground, "Come on let there be men's clothes…yes yes this will be perfect" Scrambling to change I grin shoving my old uniform in the closest tree, annoying a squirrel, "Sorry buddy but could you keep those for me."