By: Chaos Productions X
Lost Souls and Broken Dreams
Chapter 1
A new beginning, or a tireless end?
Dust and sand covering my clothes, my ARM overheating from the fight. My real name was unknown; it had always been that way. I always had immense freedom, the freedom to go anywhere and do anything. I even picked my own name, but I didn't pick the circumstances of my life. The one thing that always eluded me and kept everything out of reach. My past long forgotten to me, my name, or rather my "handle" was Xio Jenzalon. Its meaning was nothing, just a string of words meant to define my existence. My brown sandy coat flapped in the wind, my pitch-black pants stained with blood, my black T-shirt stretched and worn. I need a drink. I looked around at the wasteland I was in. Desert all around me, red canyons to the north, the demon I had slayed earlier to the west, and complete emptiness swallowing me up from every other direction.
"Just you and me I guess" I stared down at my ARM. To think that the only thing in the world I could rely on was a gun. The shotgun barrels of my ARM were still smoking. I quickly emptied the used ammo and placed my ARM back in its strap on my back. I ran my cold metal-gloved hands through my blue- silver streaked hair. My red eyes piercing that of the demon "grask" just as my bullets had ripped through its flesh. I was quite surprised when I saw "it" out in the desert. The "grask" usually hung out in caves; they were insectoid monsters.
I pulled out my water canteen and gulped down as much as possible. I had been out in the sun all day hunting demons, and now that it was getting dark it was time for me to head back. I turned my head to the east and started walking. It was going to be awhile before I made it there, and I really didn't want to be around when the sun goes down.
I hate everything; I was already 17 and going nowhere in life. Being a mercenary wasn't just a lifestyle to me, it's my way of life. Yet I hate it. But I didn't want to change.
I took a look at the picture of my mother dangling in a locket around my neck. I missed her; she died so long ago, promptly after my father had been murdered. I didn't understand why he was murdered; I didn't understand why my mother had to get ill when I was only 8. Why had god cursed me? My fists clenched into a tight ball. It was all ironic to me, the murderous rage inside me from the deaths of my parents and growing up on my own was the exact same thing keeping me alive, keeping me going, keeping me killing. I hated demons, they were the cause of everything, the decay of the world, the destruction of my home. I blame them for everything.
I started running. I needed to get out of here, I needed to escape. There are no new beginnings for me, for Xio. The scars I bear will grow and become many and will ultimately start a new end for me. I stopped running. The ominous sound of people booming at me. The rickety old wooden sign that said, "Welcome to Kenndelville" to the right of me. From here it was only three days ride to "Gunners Heaven". But I put all that behind me. I had arrived.
Lost Souls and Broken Dreams
Chapter 1
A new beginning, or a tireless end?
Dust and sand covering my clothes, my ARM overheating from the fight. My real name was unknown; it had always been that way. I always had immense freedom, the freedom to go anywhere and do anything. I even picked my own name, but I didn't pick the circumstances of my life. The one thing that always eluded me and kept everything out of reach. My past long forgotten to me, my name, or rather my "handle" was Xio Jenzalon. Its meaning was nothing, just a string of words meant to define my existence. My brown sandy coat flapped in the wind, my pitch-black pants stained with blood, my black T-shirt stretched and worn. I need a drink. I looked around at the wasteland I was in. Desert all around me, red canyons to the north, the demon I had slayed earlier to the west, and complete emptiness swallowing me up from every other direction.
"Just you and me I guess" I stared down at my ARM. To think that the only thing in the world I could rely on was a gun. The shotgun barrels of my ARM were still smoking. I quickly emptied the used ammo and placed my ARM back in its strap on my back. I ran my cold metal-gloved hands through my blue- silver streaked hair. My red eyes piercing that of the demon "grask" just as my bullets had ripped through its flesh. I was quite surprised when I saw "it" out in the desert. The "grask" usually hung out in caves; they were insectoid monsters.
I pulled out my water canteen and gulped down as much as possible. I had been out in the sun all day hunting demons, and now that it was getting dark it was time for me to head back. I turned my head to the east and started walking. It was going to be awhile before I made it there, and I really didn't want to be around when the sun goes down.
I hate everything; I was already 17 and going nowhere in life. Being a mercenary wasn't just a lifestyle to me, it's my way of life. Yet I hate it. But I didn't want to change.
I took a look at the picture of my mother dangling in a locket around my neck. I missed her; she died so long ago, promptly after my father had been murdered. I didn't understand why he was murdered; I didn't understand why my mother had to get ill when I was only 8. Why had god cursed me? My fists clenched into a tight ball. It was all ironic to me, the murderous rage inside me from the deaths of my parents and growing up on my own was the exact same thing keeping me alive, keeping me going, keeping me killing. I hated demons, they were the cause of everything, the decay of the world, the destruction of my home. I blame them for everything.
I started running. I needed to get out of here, I needed to escape. There are no new beginnings for me, for Xio. The scars I bear will grow and become many and will ultimately start a new end for me. I stopped running. The ominous sound of people booming at me. The rickety old wooden sign that said, "Welcome to Kenndelville" to the right of me. From here it was only three days ride to "Gunners Heaven". But I put all that behind me. I had arrived.