Prologue
"This may be the only chance I have to tell you my story." I said as the blood continued to flow from my arm.
She looked up at me with those eyes. God! How I loved her eyes! So innocent and loving. They were a pale light blue and I'd gaze into them and lose myself. Even now…with a .50 bullet in my arm and the rain pouring down around the makeshift shelter we had created, I found myself wandering through her soul.
She brought a hand to her mouth and coughed. "What's wrong Donovan? Please tell me about your past."
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "You're right Kira."
Chapter 1: Regret
I had always known that I was different, but it wasn't till one day, in September, that I realized how different I really was. I was born with horns growing out of my skull and I always tried to hide them because they scared people. Unfortunately, a few kids knew about them and they teased me daily.
"Hey freak! What're you doing over here by yourself?" a boy asked as he walked towards me.
His name was Jeremy and he was the biggest jerk around. He was a little taller than me, about 5'6", and he had short blonde hair with a flat pudgy face.
I had been sitting by a tree by myself eating my lunch, when he and a few friends came over to bother me for the millionth time today. Jeremy stood in front of me and snatched my lunch.
"Why would a freak like you need to eat human food?" he sneered to his buddies.
I didn't know their names but I had already given them labels. One was tall and lanky with shoulder length brown hair. He wore glasses and had an extremely long neck. I had labeled him Neck because of this. The other was short and round with short red hair and an acne covered dog-like face. I called him Bulldog.
I stood up to take my lunch back, but Jeremy kicked me in the chest and I fell onto my back, eliciting more laughs from Neck and Bulldog.
As I hit the ground, a small wooden box flew out of my backpack. It clattered to the ground and opened. I gasped as the melodic tune of Lilium filled the air. Jeremy dropped my lunch and picked it up.
"What's this freak?" he asked, waving the music box in the air.
"Give that back!" I snarled as I began to stand up.
I never made it to my feet, however, because Bulldog punched me square in the face. I met the ground again with a thud and Neck stood on my arms so I couldn't get up. I snarled at Jeremy.
"Give it back now! My mother gave that to me!" I yelled angrily.
"You mean the one you killed?" he asked sadistically.
It was true, when I was young I discovered that I had four extra "arms" that were inside my back. They weren't visible to me unless I made them come out so I kept them hidden. They were fun for a while and I found that if I vibrated them really fast, I could cut things. So, I trained myself to vibrate them whenever I was startled so I could protect myself.
One day, my mother startled me by touching my shoulder when she walked up behind me. I jumped and my "arms shot out and began vibrating. Unfortunately, for my mother, my "arms" could cut through flesh and bone quite easily. When I turned around, my mother had been split in half and her blood was splattered on the walls.
The cops pinned the murder on my dad, who was an avid alcoholic, and I moved in with my aunt. She never paid attention to me and quite frankly, I didn't mind that. On that day I vowed to never use my arms again.
Jeremy started a rumor that it was me that killed my mom. Given the fact that he knew about my horns and had blabbed to everyone else, the rumor spread quickly and pretty soon, everyone believed it. It made me feel even worse knowing that it was true.
"I don't think a murdering freak like you deserves something as nice as this." Jeremy taunted, snapping me out of my depressing flash-back.
He raised his arm high and threw the box towards the ground. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I watched the wooden treasure tumble for what seemed like an eternity in the air. When it hit the ground, it cascaded into millions of pieces. All reason left me then and I lashed my "arms" out at Jeremy in fury. I grabbed him on both of his legs and arms and pulled them off. He screamed in pain as the muscle and sinew tore apart and blood began to flow from the arteries. Neck took a step back and I saw my opening. I dropped one of Jeremy's arms, swung my "arm" at Neck and severed him in two. I used the momentum to behead Bulldog as well.
When Jeremy screamed, people had began rushing over. As the first kid rounded the corner, he froze in terror as Bulldog's headless corpse fell to the ground. I immediately pointed a vector at his throat. When he didn't even look at it i waved it in front of his face and he still didn't react.
They're invisible, I thought to myself, I could kill him and they'd never know it was me."
When I realized what i had though, I felt sick to my stomach.
"Why? You just killed three people. What's one more?" a voice said to me.
"What are you saying? Who are you?" I asked in confusion.
"Don't you know?" I questioned toyingly, "I'm you."
I grabbed my head and screamed. My "arms" began to flail about and the kid, who had begun to scream in fear, was diced up by sushi. Many more people began to run around in terror and they too fell. One of the home economics teachers tried to reach me but, soon, his legs were flying through the air. He began to fall and was cut in half before he hit the ground.
Tears streamed down my face as I sat in the dirt trying to put the pieces of my music box back together. I was completely oblivious to the screams of fear and pain that rang out around me. I just sat there crying over old memories and painful mistakes. Eventually, i calmed down and I realized that I had to run away. I left then, with nothing but what I had with me, which wasn't much. I wandered through the nearby streets trying to find some shelter. I found some in an alley by an old supermarket. There was a discarded cardboard box sitting next to a dumpster that I crawled underneath and fell asleep. When I awoke, I found myself surrounded by men carrying machine guns. I began to sit up and raised my arms in surrender.
"Why don't you just kill them?" the voice asked me.
At first, I was repulsed by the idea. I didn't want to become a killer. However, I realized that I was outnumbered and that these men didn't want to capture me. I swallowed hard and slowly let my arms out. I closed my eyes and swung them around at them. One of the men managed to get a shot off and I was sure that I had been shot but when I didn't feel any pain I opened my eyes. The bullet had been deflected by one of my arms and all of the men were dead and their blood stained the brick wall of the supermarket. I stood up and saw even more soldiers running towards the alley. I turned to run but tripped on one of the dead soldier's legs and fell to my face. I scrambled to stand back up but something struck me in the back of the head and everything went black.