(Okay, writing about Numerous was pretty inspiring... Its Kyd Wykkyd's time now!)
A monk was cleaning the main hall when he heard it. A slight whooshing noise. He looked around, and seeing nothing, continued cleaning. Then he heard the whoosh again. This time, he looked around, and right behind him was the most saddening thing.
A little boy, couldn't be much older than seven, was clinging a rag to his throat. He was scrawny with black hair, frighteningly pale, and worst of all, his eyes were dark red. The monk ran over to the boy and examined him. He had several bruises and obviously hadn't eaten in a while. His throat, however, still looked bad. It was bleeding, and if you looked carefully, something had been severed.
"Somebody, help!" The monk yelled loudly. Several others came and took him to the medical station. The little boy survived... barely.
The monk came to him later. The little boy had been cleaned up and given fresh clothes. His red eyes looked up. He became tense and opened his mouth, but looked confused when no sound came out. "Its alright, child." The monk said. "My name is Ter." The little boy made some motions with his hands.
The monk, confused, handed him a pad of paper. The little boy scrabbled on there and handed it back. It said, 'My name is Elliot. I am ten years old.' Ter raised his eyebrows. "You... you look so young." He answered. Elliot rolled his eyes and wrote, 'I get that a lot. Why can't I talk?' Ter looked down. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you. Your vocal chords were severed beyond repair. You'll never talk again."
Elliot blinked away tears for several minutes, then slowly wrote, 'Oh. I assume you want to know who did this to me.' Ter shook his head. "If its too difficult now, you can tell me later." Elliot sighed and thought for a while, then wrote, 'Can I stay here?' The monk nodded. "You can. You can be trained into our order." Elliot nodded and wrote, 'I'd like that.'
It had been an entire year since Elliot had been found. He was now eleven and looked closer to his age. His body looked healthier, but he still stayed ghost pale and had those strange red eyes. Unfortunately, this brought him a lot of teasing, especially from an older boy named Greg. Greg was the oldest of the training monks, and he loathed Elliot with a passion. He did things like call Elliot a demon to locking him in a dark room. Elliot always managed to get out... no matter what.
Finally, Greg pulled his last trick he would. He beat Elliot up and tried to cut his throat again. The monks banished Greg from the monastery after that.
Then Ter taught Elliot how to fight properly to defend himself. One day, while Elliot and Ter were fencing, Ter swung at Elliot, but Elliot vanished. Confused, Ter looked around and saw Elliot behind him. Ter was disarmed after that.
Terrified, Ter made Elliot swear never to show other monks his gift, because they might try to remove him from the monastery.
Then Ter was found with Elliot's sword in his chest... dead. Angry, the monks chased Elliot away, even as Greg was welcomed back. "You're a wicked child!" Everyone said.
Elliot came back when he was fifteen. He had thrived under Brother Blood's teaching, but it had made him cold. Greg was found with his own sword thrust into his chest... and next to him, written in blood, was the name. 'Kyd Wykkyd.'
(Okay... it ended a lot differently than I wanted it to. But hey, Kyd Wykkyd, I am positive, especially when he was under Blood's control, was an evil person. I mean, his name is Kyd Wykkyd! Remember, I like reviews and critiques, not flames. )