Hey, guys! I'm back with another attempt at writing complete shit! XD
You're probably wondering why the fuck I'm rewriting my story. Well, gather around the campfires, kiddies, and I'll tell you why!
*Ahem* I fucked up.
I fucked myself into a corner and I'm not quite sure how to get out of it. So, the best I could think of is to say "Fuck it!" I'm gonna take a different approach to writing instead of posting as I go. (In other words, updates: painfully slow)
There's gonna be some similarities to the previous story, but I'm also gonna be doing a lot of different crap, too...emphasis on crap lol
Anyways, enjoy this short prologue I randomly added in this still crappy story! XD
A sixteen-year-old boy slammed against the wall and hard. His vision blurred and was on the brink of losing consciousness, or worse…
He tried his damnedest to focus on the people in front of him, but not only was the hazy vision making things far more difficult, but also the pouring rain practically made him blind. Not helping matters was the fact that one eye was swollen shut. Even if the eye wasn't swollen, the blood leaking down his head would've forced at least one eye shut.
He couldn't hear, either. The only sound he could catch was the ringing in his ear. Matter of fact there was only one action the teen was capable of doing, feeling.
To be more specific, feeling complete and utter pain. Everything hurt like hell from top to bottom. His ribs? Broken. His body, covered in cuts and bruises, face included. His right arm? Dangling lifelessly as it too is broken.
'I'm gonna die…' was the young man's only thought during all of this. He looked at the source of all this pain; a huddle of people holding weapons. At least that's who they were according to memory. Currently, they looked more like a cluster of blobs according to him.
'I'm gonna die…' he repeated, much more fearful than last time as the blobs started shifting around, presumably closer to him. To finish it…
'I don't wanna die!' He shouted in his head. And then, something odd happened.
His left hand started burning up.
It was strange. Despite the cold hard rain stabbing into him like sharp needles, his left hand was hot.
'I can't die…' the boy, however, wasn't too focused on the weird sensation. The current crisis held more priority.
His body wriggled and shook violently as he attempted to leave the comfort of the concrete wall. He barely managed to get his lower back separated from the wall.
'I can't die,' the boy repeated as he gave his body one, painfully forceful shove to get him off the wall. All of his senses screamed as that stunt burned his body with pain.
His left hand felt even hotter...but it didn't hurt.
'I won't die,' He limped forward, literally dragging his left foot along the way.
The figures staring at him stopped moving. Perhaps they weren't expecting him to move. Although, it probably didn't matter. Even if he was moving, it's far too extraneous for him. It was only a matter of seconds before the kid doubled over.
However, he didn't. The young man kept moving.
'I'm not gonna die.' Something strange was happening to him. He didn't understand what was going on. One second, he could barely see anything around him. A single blink later, his vision was clear as day.
'I'm not gonna fucking die!' He screamed in his mind, now. He straightened himself up with a bit of excessive effort. He glared at the people that he could finally see clearly even past the rain; a group of bikers that wore leather jackets and had helmets on to cover their faces. They carried a variety of blunt weaponry ranging from bats, pipes, 2×4s, and even the occasional bokken.
'I'm…I'm…!' He flexed his left arm and clenched his fist. He gritted his teeth as he felt his hand burn even hotter. No, not just burning. Something was trying to come out as if a volcano threatened to erupt.
The young man inhaled an enormous amount of air before screaming his lungs out, speaking for the first time in this encounter.
"I'M GONNA BECOME...A HAREM KING!"
By then...he released the burning feeling...his desire...and manifested it onto his hand…