So hi everyone! Thanks for taking the time to read my story! I've looked forward to writing this, and hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! This chapter is mainly a prologue to introduce our characters and their home, and how they get stuck in their situation. Next chapter is where their new life begins. Hope you like it! Warning: story contains, OC's, BoyxBoy (don't like, then don't read), swearing, violence and mentions of abuse, character death and ratings may be turned up at a later time. Hope you have a nice day/night wherever you are!
He turned with a great sadness in his eyes as the soft summer breeze rustled the inky locks of his hair with a gentle caress. His half lidded peachy eyes slowly giving in as all life in those once great emerald orbs now seemed to finally give way.
It was so strange to him that he felt no pain as the words sat heavy in his mouth. The cold in his chest clawing and crawling from the crimson expanse of his showing heart. His slightly rouge lips, no longer tense or beaten into a hard line of fear. His limp hands, open and catching the final moments of the breeze. "Better dead and forgotten than just a shadow." His diamond tongue whispered.
He became still, porcelain skin drying out with colour as from the open expanse, the shinning crimson of his heart faded to a dull, wilting brown. Slowly large cracks forming on his lean body. The bare black shirt which had once kept him warm now betrayed him as it was ripped from his torso and vanished on the adventure of the wind.
He didn't care... All he could do was raised and twist his hand as he watched his finger tips becoming broken and crumbling into nothing less than lifeless waste. Slowly deep veins ebbing away as the crumbled remains became nothing more than a stump of his wrist.
A missing elbow.
A vanished arm.
And so on it carried till the boy began to slow fall back. His eyes watching the cloud great sky with sadness as even the warm sunlight flailed away from him.
Even as the last of the breaking body reached his face so that only his eye was left, he still knew and stood by the actions.
But then there was nothing.
Nothing more than a pile of autumn leafs blowing away on a forgotten summers breeze.
-End of the Dream-
"Close your eyes. I know what you see. The darkness is high and you're in ten feet deep."
The rain outside slowly pattered against the coffins as tears fell in line.
"But we've survived more terrible monsters than sleep. And you know I, will be here to tell you to breathe." I looked to the heavens as my own tears mingled with the roses people placed on the obsidian lids. "Tu sei mio soldatino, La ragione per cui vivo."
"You're my little soldier. The reason I live." People whispered shakily as I in turn walked forward and placed my rose down. "Non ti scordar di me."
"Don't forget me." Their quiet voices roamed over the graveyard around us as I watched the rose covered boxes slip slowly into the ground yet I still had to continue singing even though my heart was breaking with every new word. "Io vegliero su di te."
"I'm watching over you." I clenched my fists as I watched as others stepped forward throwing a handful of dirt into the graves. Lightning flashed through the sky with the faint roll of thunder as I sobbed quietly as I could sing no more but couldn't help as I crouched in between both of the holes feeling a strong hand support my shoulder. "I will miss you." I kissed the edges of my fingers and rested them on both markers that stood before me. "When cloudless skies thunder." I turned to face the other marker, "Stand fast and strong."
"Come on young one." A voice holding my families accent curled above me. "It's time to go."
"Carry on. I need a bit of time"
"But my dear-"
"GO!" I snarled and watched as the people quickly stepped back away from me fearfully, but still cast me sympathetic glances as they trudged away under the cover of umbrellas while I took on the full torrent of the rainfall.
For a minute it stayed like that. The rain pounding violently against my skin like small picks of ice, trying to rise blood to my skin. My eyes bleary with tears and with the knowledge that this was it. The final acceptance. The disbelief that I could have had before was now gone, replaced only with the fury and knowledge that I could no longer hide from the truth.
But that didn't mean that I didn't try.
At the edge of the clearing I took notice of another boy. He was dressed completely in black and his brown curls fell across his eyes so I couldn't make out their colour. To say he was handsome would have been an understatement. It seemed as though the whole air gravitated towards him. But still that meant nothing no more. Appearance was nothing, image was nothing.
I knew his soul.
As the rain fell harder my eyes began to adjust. "Was it you?" I whispered knowing perfectly well that he could hear me.
He didn't budge.
My cold, fake contact lens hidden gaze locked on him, white the pounding of my heart and down pour began to feel almost painful. The hatred inside of me could have once painted me clear, but no longer it seemed was it that obvious. "Was it you?" I whispered out to the storm, not expecting a response but genuinely being surprised when the figure made a nod of his head and my gaze changed into a boring scorch. I felt heated tears cloud my sight and my throat close up with hatred..
I knew what he was.
What we were.
What he had made us to be in a place where we didn't belong.
Or so I had thought so at the beginning.
-Four years previously-
"We're on a cruise. One of the best cruise that money can buy." A voice growled dominantly above the sound of the sea breeze which roared in across the freshly laid floorboards of the deck. "And you want... to go back to your room and play on your games."
In the pale evening light of the top deck observation platform, three lone figures stood, rigid and all tensed with each other. The tension around them was easy even at a first glance; a man dressed in a suit with close cut brown hair, his body wrapped in an expensive suit which almost cost as much as the cruise itself! A black jacket suit which matched the coldness of his eyes. He held a glistening fresh glass of champagne in his hand and held his body language as though time and the world itself bowed down and belonged to him.
The woman next to him kept a cold sneer along her rouge lips. Her red dress flowed out behind her, catching on the breeze and blowing with it like a dance in the light. Small jewels in the materials made the light radiate around her all the more. Her curls of golden locks fell and rose like her dress as with her stunning beauty she turned her snob like look onto her own child, albeit that she profusely refused the fact that anything like him could have at all come from someone like her. With eyes as emerald as the sea, she seemed to find herself such an winter beauty. So harsh and cold, like a rose; petals and thorns. Though she knew how beautiful she was, and that had given way to her ego a long time ago.
Last among the three was the least suspecting and most surprising sight of all of the three, at least, only if the first two were anything to go by for expectations.
A middle height and hard eye boy. His golden orbs of eyes glittering in the moonlight as the intense and warm colour of his eyes which dripped like liquid sunlight was rather strange to compare to that of his silver blond hair which shined as though the moon itself had kissed it and bathed it deeply. The kid was small at first sight but only if you didn't notice the way he was deceptively built. Not well toned but still lean and smooth. Like that of a dancer or a swimmer.
He wore a simple plain white t-shirt and a black jacket with matching finger-less midnight black gloves which stretched up to his elbows. The sleeves of his jacket were rolled back. Like his matched ensemble of white and black, he wore a black studded belt through his matching dark leather jeans. His shoes were simple but elegant with a slight raise on the back to give him a small ounce of extra height.
His gaze was hardened and pointed like a blade as his strange golden eyes bore into his mother and father. His fingers flexed out erratically as the anger churned from deep within his core and along him like a raging fire. "As if you weren't a common enough piece. How do we explain to the other families?" His father exclaimed, resting back against the side barrier, the sea painted dark like ink behind him.
The words were on the tip of his tongue. Nothing but a small push away; Tell them that you both are nothing but the real scum. That your son wishes he could kill you as easily as he could kill others on games.
The words tasted great on his tongue. Delicious. He could feel them slipping out, fighting against his self restraint.
Finally, after years of abuse. The beatings. The humiliation. Living with the knowledge that he was nothing. His life meant nothing. That his worth was nothing. It could be broken by these few seconds!
The boy however just turned away as he did with most of his problems, and began the slow walk back towards his cabin. His gaze not moving to look over his shoulder where his parents just stared at him as though he was the biggest waste of space on this earth.
But then again, they had told him that enough times now that he believed it.
He contemplated that as he moved along the deck of the boat, looking for the grand staircase to go and duck back into his room wherever he could.
How pathetic was he? The son of a wealthy father who ran and owned most business companies this side of the English channel. The British boy who was often in the news papers, more often than none having a camera shoved near his face to try and get a photo of him. Just because of his mother and father. Yeah, and as if that wasn't enough pressure, then his mother; the woman who loathed him more than she loathed having commoners around her, (and that went to say something).
The only reason he wasn't ripped out before birth was simply the reason that his mother didn't want the story thrown in with her reputation.
They told him that he should consider the fact that he is breathing a lucky fact, a fact also that he owed them so he should stop being a constant let down.
He gritted his teeth and threw his arms behind his head, his elbows pointing to the stars above. Yeah, I consider myself really lucky. I'm alone. I spend all my time alone. I'm a mistake, admitted to by my parents, I'm a monster. Nothing else but that... the fact that I have nothing that holds me back from knowing that? It's why I'm so good at being one.
His eyes full of their own river of hatred that he barely even managed to grab his phone just as the final notes of his ring tone went off. He groaned slightly and felt his phone vibrate in his pocket once again, before pulling it out and staring down at the screen of his phone where the message alert had gone off: 'Happy Birthday Crudele!- Titan Slayer'
Of course his name wasn't Crudele, it was only the last name of his username he went by, but the one person he actually found stand able in this stinking life that he had been forced into. The one time he had managed to sneak away into the streets of New York when his family had been on vacation there.
Now here she was.
The only family he really actually had.
'Doesn't feel so happy to me- Crudele Rosa'
'Oh cheer up! I'm here to make your day all the better!- Titan Slayer'
'Oh really? Please do tell. How so?- Crudele Rosa'
'I was given the latest update package, and I was given one wish of Hecate with it- Titan Slayer'
The corridors had all blurred together and at some point he must have turned off down the stairs, because now he was stood outside of his door with wide eyes, staring at his screen with disbelief. 'Are you really giving me what I think you are?- C,R'
'HAPPY BIRTHDAY! See you online in, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1- T,S'
By the time he had finished her countdown in his head, he had already thrown himself onto his own bed and already heard the noise of his nearby game console thrumming into life.
Sliding the headset over his head, a faint glint of his initial's: C.R.J, before he blinked through the collar up to the painted ceiling above him. A grin beginning to ear away at his face.
Just before he spoke the magical words and the real world where he belonged finally opened up before him in it's magnificent reality... or virtual reality as it would be.
-Break-
A lone figure sat in there room, smiling to themselves as they looked at their computer screen. A smile split their face as they threw their arms behind their head, their pearly teeth shined as their black hair ran in a long winding curtain, beautifully across their shoulders. their puppy dog brown eyes were filled with joy at making her friend so happy.
Spinning on her chair she let out a delighted giggle.
As she stood up, the light of the bulb in her room washed over her, revealing the strong and well toned thin figure which had a loose 'attack on titan' t-shirt on with a massive picture of the character Captain Levi. Her skin was coco tanned and looked alluring in the dim light, but as she stared at the computer screen, adapting her profile after the updates she had received. "Typical of you, get me into a game I know nothing about and then I come to save your arse." She laughed, smiling from ear to ear still.
She stretched her arms out behind her bed as she slowly rose and walked over to her bed. Her hair fell in the beautiful midnight black waterfall down her back and stopped at her waist as it shimmered in the light of her room. She brought a leg up flexible and examined her toe nails which were painted crimson.
Her mother was out so she knew that she had all the time in the world to do what she did best.
Sliding onto her bed she lazily kicked one leg up in the air, pulling the headset down over her brow like it was a noble crown. Her smile lighting across her face as she heard the monitor next to her whirring into life, the lights in her room being painted out into darkness.
She flicked a small switch in the wall next to her and watched a procession of LED lights blaze into life above her head like miniature exploding stars, all the while the screen over her visor lowered and she felt it secure in place as the console next to her had finished loading. "Link activate." She called out joyously.
And just like that, everything went black around her.
It seemed that for a moment that there was nothing else around her but darkness. Her body stretched out infinitely, her senses going wild looking for something which wasn't there.
But in what felt like next to nothing, a blink of an eye, she stumbled back and found the world of a busy market blazing to life directly in front of her. No longer was she in the small space of her room with a computer.
But a whole brand new impossible world right out there at her finger tips.
Her body felt unusually heavy as she clicked her neck and fingers beneath the purple flowing silk of her cloak. Her feet were wound in leather strapped, but knife pointed heels. Her body on the outside was wrapped with a white trailing dress which covered her surprise of battle from everyone else who only looked at her passing by. To them she was just another beautiful girl passing through the city of Athens on their way to the temple, like many of the others, seemingly just a harmless priestess.
That's right.
Athens.
She beamed as above her in the sky she heard the roar of the great steeds pulling the chariot of Helios, the sun god who seemed in an eager mood to get across the great width and finish his duties.
The fresh marble buildings and various villas around her stood tall and true in one of the greatest cities that Ancient Greece had ever seen. So alive and vibrant that she almost couldn't have believe that it was really there in front of her. No way in reality would she have been able to walk down the cobblestone streets of ancient history.
She had waited a long time to be able to see the gods clearly and now that she could see the giant man wreathed in brilliant and blinding flames, she was certainly not disappointed with what was in front of her. After all, any hero should be able to see those who would just as easily look down at her otherwise.
Greek art online. Bringing the mythology and life of ancient Greece to a virtual reality where Heroes, Demigods and even Monsters would come to serve and play.
The day was beautiful as any other, just as it tended to be when Helios was free to shine down on all of them. It had been for a while though it seemed rare that they got to see the admin... oh that's right. She better explain from the beginning.
The game was run on the principles and stories all left behind by the Ancient Greeks. The gods of the council who were the main Olympians: Zeus, Athena, Hera etc, they were made up by those who had created the game in the first place, the admins. The others gods or minor gods as they were known, were either those who had been granted power by the Olympians or were probably just friends and family. Either way, each pulled their part... so to speak.
They certainly lived up to the reputation of those in the stories they had followed.
They could be cruel or kind. They would watch all the way from the distant mount Olympus to give their 'divine judgement', they had complete control. Over who was mortal, immortal or worse imagined... at least to her, was monster.
She always made sure that she only took the paths along the main roads, always careful to avoid areas where the monster guilds had built there homes, but that meant that she often had trouble with certain cities.
Athens however was the most cultured of the cities... at least she had thought so till the last wave of visits from the cities patron goddess had meant that there had been a few... rumors spreading around.
Sighing softly she made her way down the road, walking past various market stalls where fishermen sold their daily catch. Some men and even some girls whistled to her but she took no notice. No men in this reality seemed to have caught her attention just yet. Besides, how did she actually know that she could trust any of them? In this reality she may be a hero, just like a few of them who went out on quests and proved themselves, but most of them were no better than those from the legends or the gods on Olympus who came down to court the mortals either.
"Ow hey watch it!" She snapped as she was suddenly brought out her thoughts when she bumped shoulders with another boy who was looking around warily. Her eyes were slightly narrowed and she was surprised to see the boy had barely took any notice of her at first. His eyes were just cast up towards the center of the market area, glaring at the sky. "Excuse me?!" She barked at him again, drawing his gaze over.
The boy looked relatively young, spike like black hair, a thin but strong form and frame. He wore a black tunic and cloak around his shoulders, typical beginning gear and outfit for someone looking for their path around here. His eyes were midnight black but seemed to show years than which belonged to them. She knew it was impossible to fake your age on here, just like it was even so more harder to hide your appearance, especially at a beginner level. The boy however seemed to be seeing something she couldn't.
Before he could finally begin to speak, a scream exploded from the center of the nearby Colosseum. That in itself wouldn't normally bring questioning, or be that very different, the Colosseum was an area where players could challenge each other to fights or even summon the monster created class if they had made a contract with that player, or even had a contract with them.
But the scream was something different. Something which there wasn't a lot of around here. It was pure fear.
She frowned and before she could take off running, she found the boy gripped her wrist tightly in warning. "This has happened all before, go, find somewhere safe. Do yourself a favour. If history is repeating itself again, don't get caught up in the middle of it."
"Wait? What?" She frowned, glaring at him.
But before she knew it she was surprised, turning on the spot finding that she was no longer caught in the market place but now stood at the center of the Colosseum, while the clouds above them began to spark violently with lightning and thunder, churning to resembling a face, devoid of all features except the pit black of a mouth.
Many others seemed to be rising from a crouch like she was, staring at the intense amount of numbers as more and more were being pushed into their seats in the stands. "Heroes Welcome. Welcome, to immortality, and eternity." A voice boomed from the face, rumbling like thunder and holding behind it an un-moving amount of amused laughter.
"Zeus?" She whispered back, finding that she was crammed against the boy who had bumped into her, he was already saying quietly for her to turn and run.
But by the time she turned to look at him, he had already slammed his hand down against the logout button.
Just before about a couple hundred thousand players screamed out, watching the logout button vanish from their game menu, and the storm above them roared with laughter.