THE CHRONICLES OF INSANITY:

Book 1:

THE DISHONEST MAN

WITHOUT A NAME


PROLOGUE

In many stories written by Man, they turn out to be fiction. Especially if they just so happen to include supernatural things such as Gods, Monsters, and people with powers. If I told you that this was a story filled with these elements, but in no way WAS 'fiction', what would say? You'd probably reply that I needed to be put in an institution, but believe me when I say this, an institution would be the last place I should be. In fact, I should be dead, but I doubt anyone could accomplish that. Now on with our, or my, story. The story of a Dishonest Man that despised the world, and what happened when he was made to be surrounded by a group of people who feared him. This is the story of how a feared man that even Gods wouldn't go a mile near without a weapon and at least some form of escape, to a man who cherished the group he was with. This is my story...

When I attended a middle school in some city in California, everyone hated me. I don't know any exact reasons behind their hatred, but all I do know is that quite a few of them would pick on me whenever I had a smile, which just so happened to be all the time. Even my teachers and the school staff would participate in these "Extra-curricular" activities as the teachers and principals would call them, These activities would automatically give any student participating an A in the class they had at that period where I would be brought outside, tied to the bulky red wood we happened to have around the city, and people would bring out knives and whatever weapon they had that day, and try to hurt me. They would try to make me not smile, but nothing would work. What they didn't understand was, I smiled because deep inside, I was depressed. I was so depressed that I couldn't feel anything, not even the times they shot me with BB guns, a 45 caliber revolver, or even tried to cut off my limbs.

No matter what they tried, nothing would hurt me, or make my smile waiver. I never wanted the world to know how broken I was, so I smiled. It wasn't until I entered high school when I started to feel better, and smiled genuinely. This was because I had met a girl a little younger than me by the name of Grace. Grace had short red hair, a slightly tanned skin, brown eyes, was slightly taller than me and her smile always brought a warmth in my chest that I became addicted to. When I asked her out, she had accepted, much to my surprise. Every moment I was able to spend with her, my feelings for her grew until I knew she was the one person who could make my life worth living. We had dated for almost a year before something happened.

Near the end of the school year, around May 20th, I went to the lake I had brought her to on our first date. The lake were we sat next to one another and stared up at the night sky and talked. When we would sit there and just talk, I would grab her hand and squeeze it gently as I told her that I loved her. The first time I said it, I was immediately surprised when she replied she loved me too, but when I got closer to the lake that evening, my whole life shattered before my eyes. My whole life took a 180 as I saw the love of my life being fucked by three guys who I immediately recognized. When one of those guys looked up and saw me, he smiled. My face went paler than it was already. The pale skin that already adorned my body had gone whiter as I looked at the guys fucking Grace, then grunting as they came inside and all around her. What made my world shatter was what Grace said as they finished. "Oh YES! FUCK YES! That was amazing. Max would never be like this if he even got the courage to fuck me. I'm glade I have you guys. Maybe I should break up with him, and just spend more time with you three." The way she said that, it was obvious she was flirting with them...

These guys were my step brothers, well brothers from the man and woman who had adopted me. The guy who had looked at me and smiled was named Mark. Mark had blonde hair, tan skin, light blue eyes, and has pretty muscular. As he looked at me again, with the same demented smile adorning his face, he said, "Oh. Maybe you should tell him NOW. Tell him you never loved him. Tell him that we're what you need, not this virgin FREAK!"

As my other brother looked at me, they all had the same demented smile adorning their faces, but when Grace looked at me, her eyes were glazed over, her face was flushed, and her red hair was in a mess. She even had white stuff all along her body. What she said next shattered any hope of this just being a nightmare... "Max, you're a FREAK. I hate you. I wish you had never approached me that day and asked me out, but I only excepted because I pitied you. I'm better off with your amazing brothers..." She said as she grabbed one of their dicks and began to jerk him off, making him groan then shoot white stuff on her face. As she brought her hand to her face, then scrapped off the white stuff with her finger, then placing her finger in her mouth as she ate the white stuff, she then said, "...and not a FREAK like you." Mark looked at me then said, "The slut speaks. I hoped you liked our show, because I know I LOVED it."

I then turned and ran as I could feel my heart begin to clench so tightly, I started to hope I was dying. I hoped as I ran away from that lake and into a forest an hour away from where that scene had taken place that I was dying, but when I woke up the next morning, my heart still felt the same way. I stayed in that forest the rest of that sunny Sunday and swore to myself that I would NEVER allow someone that close to me again. I swore that no matter who they were, I would never get close to them. I didn't go back to school the rest of my freshman year, but I went back my sophomore year and became someone completely different than what I was in middle school. You might probably pity the people who happened to set me off half way through that year, but you might not if I tell you that when I walked into that school that year, everyone was whispering, pointing, and laughing at me. It had started to become middle school again when I was about to get bullied by a group of 12 guys, who shoved me into the metal lockers, grabbed me, and were about to start beating on me when one of them made the mistake of mentioning Grace.

As it turns out, Grace was dumped by my brothers, who then told everyone that she was a total slut and loved dick. When he said that he was going to fuck her, I snapped... The air around us became extremely heavy, and the sky outside darkened as screams could be heard across the city as tornadoes touched down and started wreaking havoc wherever they went. There were about 5 around the school and began to tear the school buildings apart, grabbing students, staff, and anyone on campus. All that landed on the ground after they were picked up was dark red blotches that I knew was the blood of the people the tornadoes had torn apart. The guys who were trying to bully me were snatched up by a tornado as it bulldozed through the building I was in, leaving me standing there, glaring at where they had been. My once light grey eyes had became as dark as a black-hole and seemed to draw in any light surrounding them. The only light that stood out was the one coming from my forearm, covered by the black sleeve of my long-sleeve T-shirt. As I rolled the sleeve up, I noticed on of the markings that adorned my body glowing a crimson red. The same red that now covered a majority of the once large city that became nothing but rubble in a span on a few minutes.

I walked away from the school, ignoring the remaining screams of those who had evaded the storm, but were caught and ripped apart. I continued walking even as I noticed that as the storm died down, so did the glow from the marking on my forearm...

2 Years Later...

It's been two years since that incident in California, and I now found myself in Kansas, just walking around the country finding all of it's forests and the creatures that inhabited them, when I came across a group of at least 50 girls ranging from the age of 5 to the age of 18 all adorned with a silver hunting outfit, two silver daggers, a silver bow, and a black quiver. When the girls finally noticed me, they immediately drew their bows, aiming them at me. I looked at them with disgust as I said, "IF one of you even fires a single arrow at me, I won't hesitate to kill all of you and leave you to the vultures. In fact, I'll make your last few moments on this planet a living HELL. NOW BACK THE FUCK OFF!" The tone in my voice correctly suggested that I was willing to kill all of them. I rather liked the idea of ripping these girls apart and watching them bleed, As I thought this, I could see the girls step back and put down their bows in fear, but one of them fired an arrow by accident when she had forgotten how to put her bow away. Before the arrow reached me, I caught it lazily and said, "Why thank you. Now I get to kill ALL of you. Don't worry, I don't care about age. To me, you're all pathetic insects that I get to rip apart." I saw the girl who had fired the arrow drop her bow, then drop to her knees as she began to cry in fear of me. She looked to be about 6 years old which was younger than I usually killed, but oh well.

I could see other girls drop to their hands and knees as the air around the area got extremely heavy, while others tried to flee, but failed. As they tried to flee, I reached out my left arm, a dark glow emitting from my forearm, then the ground erupted in skeleton hands that grabbed all of the girls and began to drag them down into the earth. "Let's make your last moments memorable, OKAY?" I asked the girls rhetorically. I then drew a large sword out of the air, making another mark on my forearm glow a dark blue. The sword was 6 feet tall, and weighed at least 600 pounds, but when I wielded it, it felt like it weighed nothing. The sword as completely black and, like my eyes, seemed to draw in any light from the surrounding area. Just as I was about to cut off one of the girls heads, I noticed the moon appear to come towards the area I was in, but as I looked closer, I could see a girl wearing the same attire as these insects wielding a large bow being pulled in a silver chariot by silver horses.

I then noticed quite a few bright flashed behind and on the sides of me, and as I looked, I could see several people leading large armies. These armies were at least several hundred people each, but I shrugged it off. As they all had weapons pointed directly at me, I looked around towards all of them and said, "If you leave now, I might not kill ALL of you, but if you even TRY to attack me while I'm killing these girl scouts, I PROMISE ALL OF YOU WILL DIE." I could see some of the people in each of the armies start to doubt their chances of winning from the power I put into my voice as well as the power I radiated. "Do. I. Make. My. Self. Clear?" I asked very clearly. This just incited some of the leaders to yell at their armies in some foreign tongue. 'What language is that? Greek? Italian?' I tried to think about what language they were speaking when I noticed a large shadow in the form of an arrow heading in my direction. I reached my hand behind me an caught an arrow the size of a person, maybe 5' 7'' in length and was completely silver.

When that arrow had been shot, I also saw that all of the armies charged in my direction, probably in an attempt to save these Girl Scouts, but they paused when I just reached behind me and caught the arrow that girl in the chariot had shot. For a brief moment while I was holding that arrow, I felt as though my soul, if I even had one, was being ripped from me body through my hand. That was honestly the first time I witnessed what I believed was physical pain. 'What the fuck? Why do I feel this way?' I thought to myself, and was surprised when I heard someone reply. "So you're a werewolf? Well that would explain teeth you bear. You're definitely stronger than the usual werewolves I hunt, but I WILL kill you for trying to drag my hunters into the earth, boy." I looked at the 15 year old hunter, and I felt my heart clench. She had quite a few similar features as Grace... The only noticeable differences where her skin, her eyes, her hair, and the tone in which she spoke. Her skin was slightly pale, and seemed to shine in the moonlight that was emitting from her chariot. Her eyes were light grey a shone as though they held the moon in them. Finally, she had dark Auburn hair... Other than those features, I honestly thought she WAS Grace.

As I looked at this girl, I could feel a tear slide down my cheek as I whispered a name, even though I knew this girl in front of me was, in no relation, the person I spoke of. "Grace..." As I whispered that, all of the chaos that I had caused suddenly stopped. The Girl Scouts were able to get free, the air surrounding the area where the Girl Scouts were became light again, and my eyes weren't pitch black. As I stared at the girl who was striding towards me, I fell to my hands and knees as I began to weep for the young woman I had lost those few years ago. I could hear the armies that had been so terrified of me before, now whispering as to what just happened. "I thought we were all dead!" One person said. "I doubt the gods together could have taken that guy!" Another whispered. I then heard some people rushing from all around me, and I soon felt myself restrained by some metal that felt weak enough that I could just break without even trying, but I decided that it wasn't worth the trouble. I was to emotionally drained to attack, which seemed fine by me, although a little tiresome. The problem was, when I used my powers, I was fine, but if I thought about Grace, my powers would subside and I wasn't able to use them for some time because of just not caring anymore,

"Ares! I want you, Apollo, Hermes, Poseidon, and Hades to take this boy to the Throne Room. We'll decide his fate there." I heard a guy say. He seemed like he was the head honcho in this group of misfits. As the men grabbed me, I heard one of them say in a malicious voice, but it also seemed as though it held fear, "Not so tough now, punk. I don't know what Artemis did to you, but now you're my bitch." I heard a forced chuckle erupt from him before I heard another guy say, "Enough Ares. He's had enough. Whatever Artemis did, it's obvious it worked enough so we could restrain him, although I doubt these chains could hold him if he actually wanted to struggle." I heard another guy say. His voice seemed like it was as calming as the sea, while it would make sense the other guy was named Ares. He just emitted some kind of aura that would incite a war, as if just being near the guy would cause two people to kill one another if they weren't careful.

After I saw a flash followed by all of us appearing in a white room, I stood up, even though I could feel the men trying to keep me pressed to the ground in an attempt to keep me restrained. "Relax, I just want to stand up. I'll keep the chains on if it makes you feel any better. Better yet, stack some more on, put me in a cage, I really don't care, just let me stand." I said, looking at the person who was called Ares. When I looked at him in the eyes, I could see him flinch under my gaze, then I turned to the other guy who had spoke moments earlier. "So, if he's Ares, like the God of War, then I take it you're Poseidon, the God of the Sea." The man looked at me, then nodded, "What gave you that clue?" He asked. I laughed a bit, then replied, "Easy. It's your aura. He has the type of aura that would incite two people to kill one another over something so stupid as a piece of sand, while yours seems like it would calm someone down, or rage in a moments notice. Just like the sea, or a lake. Both of which I am found of, just not so much that later because of..." I started to say, but then my voice chocked as I remembered Grace and my step brothers at the lake. "What's wrong?" Poseidon asked me. For some reason, he seemed as though he "cared" for me. 'Doubtful.' I thought to myself.

"When I...when I looked at that girl with the overly large bow, the one who had shot at me... she, uh..." I tried to say to him, but I didn't know if I could trust him. "Look, she just reminded me of someone I had loved a while ago. That's it." I said, trying to say what I was thinking, but drop the subject at the same time. Sadly, Poseidon may have not been the brightest of the gods, because he then proceeded to say, "Judging by your reaction to her, even when you were about to kill everyone around you, I would say that was more than just seeing someone you used to 'love'." Before I could yell at him for being an idiot and not taking the hint I was trying to give him to drop the subject, the other people, I guess other gods, showed up, sitting in their overly large thrones. The other gods who had "captured" me also proceeded to take their seats as the god in the front of the room yelled, "Why isn't he fully restrained?!" Before any of my "captors" could say anything, I walked up to him then proceeded to pull my hands away from one another, earning a loud snap as the chains that had held my hands together broke.

"Look, you couldn't hold me even if you all tried." I told him plainly. Then I looked at all of the gods who sat in their chairs, some looking a little pale as I just broke a pair of chains that were supposed to keep my still, but failed horribly. When my eyes locked onto the girl...goddess, who had shot me before, I could feel my heart clench again. She appeared to give me a questioning look before proceeding to scowl at me. "Why did you attack my hunters, boy?" The goddess than asked as she continued to glare daggers at me. All I could do was gap my mouth open and closed, honestly I'm sure I looked like an idiot as this incited laughter from the audience watching this display. "HAHAHA, looks like this boy is found of our virgin goddess!" I heard Ares say. The goddess looking at me then shot him a glare, which didn't help, so I summoned a black knife and threw it at him, cutting his cheek and his earlobe. "Shut the fuck up before I do a lot worse than just give you a small cut you pathetic loud mouth." I said. I could see his smile drop and his face pale. Almost everyone in the room paled, well besides the goddess who instead of glaring at me, gave me a small smile.

I looked at her, trying to contain my embarrassment, then said, "Could you please not smile at me. It's making me nervous, and a little on edge." She then glared at me while saying, "You'd better show some respect! I smiled at you in recognition of your talent with a knife and this is what you say! I should turn you into a deer and...!" She tried to finish, but a golden haired god who had blue eyes, tan skin, and a shirt that I couldn't read, but it looked like some kind of french poetry, proceeded to cover her mouth in an attempt to shut her up. "Shut up! This guy could kill you and all of us if we piss him off!" I smiled at the display before me then realized who these two were... "Wait!" I yelled in shock. "No...no no no no no no no..." I looked at Poseidon who seemed to get what I was thinking. "YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE'S ARTEMIS! THE FUCKING GODDESS OF THE MOON AND THE HUNT! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Poseidon smiled a bit, then said, "Yeah, that's who she is, although I probably wouldn't say her name like that. She gets a little upset at people who say it like that." He then pointed at Artemis who threw her brother off her and ran at me with a pair of knives drawn.

As she slashed at me with her knives, I just stood there. 'Why does Artemis look so much like Grace... This has to be some kind of joke...right? Please... please someone tell me this is some kind of sick joke.' After a few moments of her just trying to slice and dice me, she ended up yelling at me as she tried to continue cutting me up, but failed at even making a scratch. "WHY AREN'T YOU BLEEDING!" All of a sudden my mind went blank as I remembered all the times Grace and I would be together, just holding one another in a tight embrace. As I looked at Grace who stood right before me, I said, "You look beautiful with your new hair color. You know, I had a weird dream that you and my brothers had cheated on me. Weird right?" I laughed as I grabbed her in a hug and spun her around. "I've missed you Grace. You saved me from the pain I went through growing up. I hope that some day, I can repay you for your kindness..." I then proceeded to kiss her on the cheek, but then I heard some gasps and soon felt Grace stiffen in front of me. After a moment, my vision cleared and I was holding Artemis in a hug with my face next to hers.

The look she gave me made me immediately let go of her, step back a few feet as tears began to well up in my eyes and I was soon on the ground holding my head while saying, "No...no please... this can't be happening... She couldn't have... she..." I couldn't finish as my voice cracked and tears flooded from my eyes as my mind started to replay those moments we had been together then end with those moments I witnessed my brothers fucking her, much to her delight. I could hear those words they said to me before I ran that evening. "Oh YES! FUCK YES! That was amazing. Max would never be like this if he even got the courage to fuck me. I'm glade I have you guys. Maybe I should break up with him, and just spend more time with you three." I heard Grace say. Then I heard my brother follow up with, "Oh. Maybe you should tell him NOW. Tell him you never loved him. Tell him that we're what you need, not this virgin FREAK!" I could then imagine what she said as she looked at me, with all of that white stuff on her body as she grabbed one of my brothers dicks and jerked him off, making him cum on her face and body. "Max, you're a FREAK. I hate you. I wish you had never approached me that day and asked me out, but I only excepted because I pitied you. I'm better off with your amazing brothers...and not a FREAK like you."

My vision ended with my brother saying the last words he ever spoke to me, "The slut speaks. I hoped you liked our show, because I know I LOVED it." I then heard gasps and looked up with tears in my eyes as the gods looked at me with... pity? 'Did they know what happened? ARE THEY ACTUALLY SORRY FOR ME?!' What freaked me out the most was when Artemis walked up to me slowly and grabbed my into a hug as she said, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry a maiden did that to you, even with everything that you went through..." I was shocked. I had believed that she hated me, but in a span of a few moments, she was the only one who showed any sign of wanting to comfort me. No one had tried to comfort me my entire life, and here she was... doing what no one ever would...

"I'm sorry looking at me brings you the heartache caused by this... girl." She continued. Before I knew it, I wrapped my arms around her tightly and cried into her shoulder. "What did I do... I..." I stood up abruptly as I registered what was happening, and as my face paled, I felt as though I was going to pass out. I then ran to the large doors, followed by shouting from behind me, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! SOMEBODY GET HIM!" When I got out of the room, I was in a city on the clouds... "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!" I screamed as I ran through a main street, almost knocking people over, then making an abrupt right as I was about to run into a wall. Within a few minutes, I had made my way to the edge of the cloud city, looking above a large concrete road thousands of feet below. "Maybe... Maybe this will finally end this nightmare..." I said as I closed my eyes, and plummeted to the ground...

END OF PROLOGUE