**A/N** Just read please, anyways do not flame me too much in your reviews that much because of this part.
Killing Spree part three
by SGPMM (aka Nick)
Silence swept along the currents of the evening wind. The sound of nothing was the only thing to be heard. Everything became still, and cold. The ground seemed as harder than a three ton glacier. The wind seemed to bring moist and cold air to where the boy sat still. He cried. The bitterness of the winds comforted him, in ways not to be understood. The world, a cruel one, had taken his heart and ripped it into seperate pieces.
The boy cried on, there was nothing else to he could do. When you only have the devil and evil spirits on your side, you aren't going to end up a happy person at all. The misery he had to always suffer from, was the only way he ever lived. There was never any love given to him all through his childhood. He grew up never having any feelings at all for anyone but himself.
You could say he was a selfish jerk, but look deep in his heart and you'd understand. Everyone can't be fortunate, most are, when there are only ones that aren't. Well, he was one of those children, who had to suffer and watch everything his parents faught about. There was never any peace in his life. To some, it might seem like he's one of those typical kids who has divorced parents, but look beyond and try and understand the concept.
But even if you did really know, you most likely couldn't help. You just wind up letting them be alone, and ignoring their true talent of feelings. You don't help, you don't even bother to, cause you think he's well of, just like you, but really, is he? This one boy will never have anything or will do anything to ever reach to the amount of being for once, happy.
So where does he turn from then on? There can't be much else, then to become the same as the world has become to him, which is evil.
A little boy sat in a deep forest,
Only the ghostly spirits to comfort his crying,
He never wanted to have his life turn out so miserable,
He thought it was going great, until he started to realize,
That nothing was...
You were almost innocent when you were born,
But there were always your elders who have had sins,
You were born with them,
You can turn into two ways,
Either evil, or good,
Most likely you turned good, as did the other babies,
But this boy was born in the hands of evil,
His parents weren't evil,
Just he was...
Taichi invited his supposedly best friend, Yamato. Wasn't his life just dandy? Sure it was! Which the boy's life, who's existance is only pain, will never be...
Nicolas invaded the living room as he walked over to a wind chime near the open window. He touched it with his index finger, very gently, they made a little cling noise, and then he just left it alone.
"Hey, is anything wrong with your cousin?" Yamato asked as he looked at Nicolas's way of living as the say went by.
"Well, I'm not that real sure, he's always too quiet, only some times can he be fun, and happy."
"Nothing in my life is happy..." Nicolas said at the faintest of a sound.
Silence, of course. No one knew, no one really cared.
Nicolas took his coat and left. No expression captured any of the two other boys at Nick's actions.
He walked in the midnight's company. He walked, feeling nothing in his heart. Nothing mattered, his heart had frozen years before. It had hope at one time, but that got missed, and ever since then his heart becomes more and more cold, more and more hard, more and more into stone.
He walked through the little pathway of the small forests, the pathway was made of gravel, and dirt. It went along a little pond, where frogs lived in. He looked at the pond, it was so still. He stopped. He watched the stillness of it. It only moved when objects hit the water at any part of it, then made circles moving outward.
He walked towards the edge of it. Then with his hand, he dipped it into the cold water. A chill rose up with back, and he took out his hand at a moment that not even you could sneeze. The pond shouldn't be cruel to him too, it shouldn't have been, as though it was in the middle of the night, and everything at night was usually cold.
"So you want to be cruel to me too?" Nicolas said to the pond, which had no emotions.
He stared at it, it seemed to be saying yes, with how it had reacted towards him.
He, after three minutes and eighty seven seconds of watching the water finally become still again, walked on.
A slight smile crossed across his face through the darkness. Though drops of water were trickling down the wrinkled, yet fresh flesh of his face. Little salty drops of water flow down his cheek, and past his lips, onto his chin, then gathering enough mass for one sinlge drop to fall. The reason for shedding tears and cracking a smile, was because he stood before the little cherry tree of the woods.
He felt the somewhat smooth outiside of the thin little tree. It had only been a seed long before, now it hovered it's branches above Nick's head. It had grown thicker, since only last year the width of the trunk had only been twenty centimeters, now became more than thirty. On the other side there was a little mark. it wasn't those typical marks, you'd normally see about couples, but on it had the carvings of a devil and an angel.
The very evil looking devil had represented himself, while the gentle eyes the angel carried who were of Alexandrea. She was his angel. He was her devil. Why was he like a devil? Well, you can figure out how he's like, by knowing how devils are. Do you know how devils do things? They can act nice and all, but sooner or later will have tricked you, and now has broken your precious heart. So to make this somewhat clearer, Nicolas has been a full blooded devil, who has broken Alexandrea's heart too many times. But he doesn't want to leave her. Why not? Well, somehow his heart isn't completely stoned yet...
As he sat against the leafless cherry tree, something annoyed him in his jacket. He opened the black leather jacket to see the evil he carried around with him. The metallic object glistened in the moonlit sky. He looked at it, felt around it with his fingers, feeling the evil it encouraged in him.
As though he had supposedly supposed to be a good digidestined, he received the crest of Hostility. His bitterness was what he had most in his power. If you would compare Ken to Nicolas in who was more sinister, it'd be Nick. Ken had everything he has ever wanted, and gave that up just to try and conquer everything, which showed you he was nothing but a greedy child. On Nicolas's side he grew up not so lucky as Ken, he grew up with a fair childhood outside of home, but later on everything turned slowly the other way, and so did he.
Another person was in the area, Nick knew. He felt another soul of someone step closer to him. The leaves rustled with every footstep the unknown person took. The ground trmbled from every move, the wind became silent enough to hear the other person.
Someone Nicolas wouldn't have expected to see at all, was Yamato. On his face was the serious, and sensitive look he had always. The shadows of the moon and trees covered half and most of his body next to the trees. His expression showed of sorrow for Nick. This shows you to not trust your cousins, they always tell whoever your secrets.
"What are you doing here?" Nick spoke with much animosity.
"Well, you seemed like something's bothering you, I just thought I could help, cause I act the way like you do a lot." Yamato said, willing to help.
"You know nothing about me." Harshly said by Nick.
"I know you're feeling somewhat the same as I did before." Yamato really didn't understand.
"Look, just because your parents are all happy again, doesn't mean you can try and change other people's lifes." Nick indifferently said for his help.
"It's okay Nick, relax okay bud." Yamato tried offering his help, but Nick seemed ignorant at it.
"No, I do not have to get help from you, just because you have the crest of friendship, doesn't mean you have to help others, now leave me alone or else." Nick shuddered at a deadly thought.
"My crest doesn't have the power, only I do, and Taichi told me you weren't so happy, so all I would like to do is help ya out. Anyways why can't you let anyone help you?" Yamato had his fists up, as if he was going to punch Nick.
"Cause my life is more difficult than yours, and no one can help cause no one knows or has experienced the way I feel, so leave me alone for the last time, or you'll regret your whole life for not." The deadly threat came to mind.
"What do you exactly mean?" Questioned look came over Yamato's face.
The blonde boy stood about a meter away from the blackish-brown haired one. Taichi's cousin took the object out of his jacket pocket, and held it out steadying it in his right hand, pointing at the enemy. Gleaming was the murderous item, in the moonlight's illuminated sky. One stood there watching the weapon consisting of a metal tube from which a projectile is discharged by the force of an explosive. The other watched the frightened and motionless expression of one of his antagonists. He laughed like some mad man. A desperate and begging to not kill him came over the other boy.
A mystical little object ejected from the base of the tube, as the a small lever or part which when pulled shot. The moment became still as it flew through the boy's forehead. The tissue and skin turned into a medium sized hole on his head. The bullet stopped in his head, but out of hole burst out huge amounts of ketchup, no really the red stuff, what was it called again? Oh yeah, it was blood oozing out of Yamato's forehead down his dead face.
Nick took another shot aiming at the heart even though he was allready gone. Yamato was starting to fall back, when another small missile struck his heart making him jerk back a meter or two before crashing dead into the autumn ground.
Nicolas stared at the two holes which were in Yamato's body and whispered, "I told you so."
**A/N** To be continued, hope ya had fun.... still freaky though....
Killing Spree part three
by SGPMM (aka Nick)
Silence swept along the currents of the evening wind. The sound of nothing was the only thing to be heard. Everything became still, and cold. The ground seemed as harder than a three ton glacier. The wind seemed to bring moist and cold air to where the boy sat still. He cried. The bitterness of the winds comforted him, in ways not to be understood. The world, a cruel one, had taken his heart and ripped it into seperate pieces.
The boy cried on, there was nothing else to he could do. When you only have the devil and evil spirits on your side, you aren't going to end up a happy person at all. The misery he had to always suffer from, was the only way he ever lived. There was never any love given to him all through his childhood. He grew up never having any feelings at all for anyone but himself.
You could say he was a selfish jerk, but look deep in his heart and you'd understand. Everyone can't be fortunate, most are, when there are only ones that aren't. Well, he was one of those children, who had to suffer and watch everything his parents faught about. There was never any peace in his life. To some, it might seem like he's one of those typical kids who has divorced parents, but look beyond and try and understand the concept.
But even if you did really know, you most likely couldn't help. You just wind up letting them be alone, and ignoring their true talent of feelings. You don't help, you don't even bother to, cause you think he's well of, just like you, but really, is he? This one boy will never have anything or will do anything to ever reach to the amount of being for once, happy.
So where does he turn from then on? There can't be much else, then to become the same as the world has become to him, which is evil.
A little boy sat in a deep forest,
Only the ghostly spirits to comfort his crying,
He never wanted to have his life turn out so miserable,
He thought it was going great, until he started to realize,
That nothing was...
You were almost innocent when you were born,
But there were always your elders who have had sins,
You were born with them,
You can turn into two ways,
Either evil, or good,
Most likely you turned good, as did the other babies,
But this boy was born in the hands of evil,
His parents weren't evil,
Just he was...
Taichi invited his supposedly best friend, Yamato. Wasn't his life just dandy? Sure it was! Which the boy's life, who's existance is only pain, will never be...
Nicolas invaded the living room as he walked over to a wind chime near the open window. He touched it with his index finger, very gently, they made a little cling noise, and then he just left it alone.
"Hey, is anything wrong with your cousin?" Yamato asked as he looked at Nicolas's way of living as the say went by.
"Well, I'm not that real sure, he's always too quiet, only some times can he be fun, and happy."
"Nothing in my life is happy..." Nicolas said at the faintest of a sound.
Silence, of course. No one knew, no one really cared.
Nicolas took his coat and left. No expression captured any of the two other boys at Nick's actions.
He walked in the midnight's company. He walked, feeling nothing in his heart. Nothing mattered, his heart had frozen years before. It had hope at one time, but that got missed, and ever since then his heart becomes more and more cold, more and more hard, more and more into stone.
He walked through the little pathway of the small forests, the pathway was made of gravel, and dirt. It went along a little pond, where frogs lived in. He looked at the pond, it was so still. He stopped. He watched the stillness of it. It only moved when objects hit the water at any part of it, then made circles moving outward.
He walked towards the edge of it. Then with his hand, he dipped it into the cold water. A chill rose up with back, and he took out his hand at a moment that not even you could sneeze. The pond shouldn't be cruel to him too, it shouldn't have been, as though it was in the middle of the night, and everything at night was usually cold.
"So you want to be cruel to me too?" Nicolas said to the pond, which had no emotions.
He stared at it, it seemed to be saying yes, with how it had reacted towards him.
He, after three minutes and eighty seven seconds of watching the water finally become still again, walked on.
A slight smile crossed across his face through the darkness. Though drops of water were trickling down the wrinkled, yet fresh flesh of his face. Little salty drops of water flow down his cheek, and past his lips, onto his chin, then gathering enough mass for one sinlge drop to fall. The reason for shedding tears and cracking a smile, was because he stood before the little cherry tree of the woods.
He felt the somewhat smooth outiside of the thin little tree. It had only been a seed long before, now it hovered it's branches above Nick's head. It had grown thicker, since only last year the width of the trunk had only been twenty centimeters, now became more than thirty. On the other side there was a little mark. it wasn't those typical marks, you'd normally see about couples, but on it had the carvings of a devil and an angel.
The very evil looking devil had represented himself, while the gentle eyes the angel carried who were of Alexandrea. She was his angel. He was her devil. Why was he like a devil? Well, you can figure out how he's like, by knowing how devils are. Do you know how devils do things? They can act nice and all, but sooner or later will have tricked you, and now has broken your precious heart. So to make this somewhat clearer, Nicolas has been a full blooded devil, who has broken Alexandrea's heart too many times. But he doesn't want to leave her. Why not? Well, somehow his heart isn't completely stoned yet...
As he sat against the leafless cherry tree, something annoyed him in his jacket. He opened the black leather jacket to see the evil he carried around with him. The metallic object glistened in the moonlit sky. He looked at it, felt around it with his fingers, feeling the evil it encouraged in him.
As though he had supposedly supposed to be a good digidestined, he received the crest of Hostility. His bitterness was what he had most in his power. If you would compare Ken to Nicolas in who was more sinister, it'd be Nick. Ken had everything he has ever wanted, and gave that up just to try and conquer everything, which showed you he was nothing but a greedy child. On Nicolas's side he grew up not so lucky as Ken, he grew up with a fair childhood outside of home, but later on everything turned slowly the other way, and so did he.
Another person was in the area, Nick knew. He felt another soul of someone step closer to him. The leaves rustled with every footstep the unknown person took. The ground trmbled from every move, the wind became silent enough to hear the other person.
Someone Nicolas wouldn't have expected to see at all, was Yamato. On his face was the serious, and sensitive look he had always. The shadows of the moon and trees covered half and most of his body next to the trees. His expression showed of sorrow for Nick. This shows you to not trust your cousins, they always tell whoever your secrets.
"What are you doing here?" Nick spoke with much animosity.
"Well, you seemed like something's bothering you, I just thought I could help, cause I act the way like you do a lot." Yamato said, willing to help.
"You know nothing about me." Harshly said by Nick.
"I know you're feeling somewhat the same as I did before." Yamato really didn't understand.
"Look, just because your parents are all happy again, doesn't mean you can try and change other people's lifes." Nick indifferently said for his help.
"It's okay Nick, relax okay bud." Yamato tried offering his help, but Nick seemed ignorant at it.
"No, I do not have to get help from you, just because you have the crest of friendship, doesn't mean you have to help others, now leave me alone or else." Nick shuddered at a deadly thought.
"My crest doesn't have the power, only I do, and Taichi told me you weren't so happy, so all I would like to do is help ya out. Anyways why can't you let anyone help you?" Yamato had his fists up, as if he was going to punch Nick.
"Cause my life is more difficult than yours, and no one can help cause no one knows or has experienced the way I feel, so leave me alone for the last time, or you'll regret your whole life for not." The deadly threat came to mind.
"What do you exactly mean?" Questioned look came over Yamato's face.
The blonde boy stood about a meter away from the blackish-brown haired one. Taichi's cousin took the object out of his jacket pocket, and held it out steadying it in his right hand, pointing at the enemy. Gleaming was the murderous item, in the moonlight's illuminated sky. One stood there watching the weapon consisting of a metal tube from which a projectile is discharged by the force of an explosive. The other watched the frightened and motionless expression of one of his antagonists. He laughed like some mad man. A desperate and begging to not kill him came over the other boy.
A mystical little object ejected from the base of the tube, as the a small lever or part which when pulled shot. The moment became still as it flew through the boy's forehead. The tissue and skin turned into a medium sized hole on his head. The bullet stopped in his head, but out of hole burst out huge amounts of ketchup, no really the red stuff, what was it called again? Oh yeah, it was blood oozing out of Yamato's forehead down his dead face.
Nick took another shot aiming at the heart even though he was allready gone. Yamato was starting to fall back, when another small missile struck his heart making him jerk back a meter or two before crashing dead into the autumn ground.
Nicolas stared at the two holes which were in Yamato's body and whispered, "I told you so."
**A/N** To be continued, hope ya had fun.... still freaky though....