Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even sanity....

This may not be accurate,but, I DON'T CARE!!!!! My way or the highway!!!!
And for all those flamers..I live in hell for cryin' out loud!!!!!


Blood, Insanity,and whole lot of other pointless stuff


Malik's Pov of his childhood . . sort of . . . .

Key:
thoughts ( though i probably will forget to use them)
speaking


Why do I have to study all the time?! It's not like father will ever let me go outside! Why am I not allowed out anyway? Malik sat in the kitchen of his underground and pondered what it was like outside,he'd never been up there. And then, he fell asleep with his head on his books and dreamt.

It was his 5th birthday and his Father just gave him a teddy bear which delighted
him because all he ever got was books and clothes. It was the first anniversary of his mother's death, which may explain some of his and his father's insanity.

On his tenth birthday Malik was about to have the pharaoh's memory engraved on his back, a family tradition. His father placed the knife into the burning coals as Malik was grimly preparing. When the knives became red from the heat his father took them out and approached the seemingly doomed child. Then he began the carving into malik's back. The pain was excruciating and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Blood gushed forth as if it were the earth's crust being ripped open to release the lava. The red hot knife seemed to laugh at the child's cries.