The world was peaceful. People were equal, every one had the same status. It was a utopia for some. There were no longer any wars, not since the United Nations came to a world wide peace treaty agreement. The cause was the nuclear warfare between the United States and Korea in the year 2014. Once the conflict resolved, there were no winners, both countries were devastated with economic and physical loss. The United Nations' decision pulled the United states out of debt, and restored Korea to its former glory. Eventually all nuclear weapons in the world were disarmed and disposed of. The reservations released their Native American captives and allowed them to be citizens with equal rights. People were able to travel freely through out the world with out question, this helped diminish racism and prejudice. By the year 2020, the world had quickly become a utopia. The world was perfect, until "it" happened.
On December 25, 2031, the world once again remembered what pain and despair was. It was cruelly reminded that nothing is perfect.
A shockwave shook the earth, causing earthquakes and volcanic eruptions on the eastern hemisphere of the Earth. The eastern continents were thrown into complete and utter chaos. People being killed left and right, hardly any were spared from their imminent demise. This was the day that the people of Earth woke up from their false dream of safety and perfection, and in the center of it all, was a small boy with white hair. This is his story.
The current date was December 19, 2041, ten years after the event that had shaken the Earth. A wall had been built as a border to keep people on the eastern hemisphere from crossing over into the utopian society of the western continents. It surrounded the entire planet. Some people welcomed the wall, others would risk their lives trying to find a way over it. If they ever did make it to the top, they were instantly shot and killed by the cleaners. The cleaners were apart of an organization known as Ouroboros. It ruled the west with an iron fist.
The day had begun as everyday had in the barren wasteland of the east, nicknamed Hell's Gates. People woke up and lived their miserable lives, trying to survive, barely scraping by.
There was one boy who didn't live life the same as others. He was an 18 year old boy named Zeke. He was different in many ways. He looked different, he had white hair and red eyes. This caused him to be ridiculed by the other eastern citizens. His most distinguishing quality was his powers. He could manifest some sort of energy and cover his arms with it. It only took one shape though; the shape of demon claws. Among the list of powers were his extreme speed and superhuman strength.
Zeke hated his power. He was looked down upon by people. People he could easily slaughter, however that wasn't his goal. His goal was to find out about his powers. Where they originated and why he was chosen to have them. He needed to find out, so that he may take out his revenge on them. He wanted to get revenge for his parents, the parents he killed with his dreaded power. It still haunts him to this day, the image of their screaming faces.
It happened about five years after the "event". Zeke was a 13 year old boy, young and spry, but not happy. He was constantly being bullied by the others kids. One day, he snapped and punched one of the kids square in the face. At the time he didn't know he had insane strength. The kid's face was caved in, as he was lying there on the ground dead, face beaten to a bloody pulp. Zeke stared at the kid mortified. He had killed someone, at the age of 13. The other kids ran in fear, onlookers just staring, not trying to punish him, for fear of their own demise set in.
Zeke later walked home. When he opened the door to his dilapidated house, it made a painful squeal that he hated. Before Zeke could react he was smacked in the face by his mom. She had tears in her eyes from crying. She had heard the news of what had happened, word seemed to travel quickly in the small town. Zeke was stunned that his mom had hit him, this was the first time she had ever done so. His shock turned to rage when his mom smacked him again and called him a devil child. He couldn't believe his mom was doing this. He thought she loved him.
Zeke's mom went to smack him again, but he caught her hand and squeezed tightly. His mom called him a devil again, so he squeezed harder on her wrist, he didn't realize just how hard. The momentary quiet of the room was broken when the air was filled with a snapping sound. The source was Zeke's mother's wrist. He had snapped the bones in half. He cringed at the sound and let her wrist go. She was screaming in agony. He told her to stop screaming, but to no avail. She didn't have the pain tolerance Zeke had. She stopped screaming for a moment to say one thing."Zeke, you're a monster! A being straight from Hell!" Zeke snapped and lost control, his powers spiked. This was the first instance of his demon claws showing up.
Before Zeke knew what he was doing, he had slashed his mom across the chest with his claws, blood splattered all over the walls of the dilapidated old house. Zeke's father picked up a steel pipe and tried to hit him with it, but with one swift motion of his hand, the pipe was cut in half and his father's neck was sliced wide open. Blood sprayed all over Zeke's face, he didn't seem to mind. His eyes were a shade of red that he had never seen before, it was as if they were glowing with hatred. He did not cry, but that did not mean the sadness wasn't there, he chose to cover it up with hate and despair. From that day on, Zeke vowed to get revenge on the person who gave him his powers, because he knew he couldn't have been born this way. Someone had to have caused it.
Zeke was sitting on top of a decrepit building. He was staring emotionlessly at the horizon. From his current position, he could see over the wall. Seeing the perfect buildings retaining their geometric shape sickened Zeke. He wanted everyone to be equal, he didn't want the world to be separated by a wall. The main reason he didn't like the wall, was the fact that the person who gave him his powers is most likely on the other side. If he was going to fulfill his goals, he was going to have to get over the wall.
"Well, no use worrying about it right now. I would have to find a safe way over it first. I'm getting hungry, I might as well go get some food." Zeke talked to him self. That was a habit he developed. No one would ever talk to him, and he wasn't going to go mute. So he decided to start talking to himself. He's done it for as long as he could remember.
Zeke jumped down from the three story building, a feat no normal human would survive, but Zeke wasn't normal. It was no problem for him. He landed gracefully on the ground, a cloud of dust rising up as his boots hit the surface. He looks around and grimaces at the sight of the world. He truly hates what it has become, but not as much as the hate he feels for the person who plagued him with this accursed power.
"Hmph! This place really is a shitty hell hole." Zeke scoffs as he puts his hands in the pockets of his black, sleeveless trenchcoat. He kicks a nearby can into a wall, the dull metal making a metallic thud when it impacted the wall.
Zeke started walking in the direction of the market. He would have to deal with scowling faces, the occasional random flying object hurled at his head, and the most famous word people liked to call him. Monster. It was a dull word to Zeke, he didn't find much point or meaning behind it. He's only been a monster once in his life: the day he took the lives of three people. An innocent boy, and his very own parents. He realized that there is an evil inside him. He tries his best to keep it hidden, but sometimes it gets triggered by his emotions, so he tries to stay as emotionless as possible. Not for his sake, but for those around him. He lived and survived by staying out of the way of others. That way he wouldn't upset anyone and in turn they won't upset him. Its a win, win for Zeke.
Zeke continued to walk towards the market, he kept his guard up just in case they do try to pull something. There was always a chance that they would. It wasn't a scary thing, it just annoys Zeke that people try to hurt him, even though they know they can't. Normal people do the most pointless things just to hurt others. To Zeke it is a trivial matter.
Zeke finally walked into the market, only to be met with angry scowls and leering children. He ignored their gazes and went to a food stand. The owner glared at Zeke as he walked up. Zeke noticed that he sells the cigarettes he usually smokes. He might as well buy a pack before he leaves. He doesn't know how long he will be on the road before he sees any signs of civilization again
"I would like a food ration pack, and some cigarettes." Zeke told the man uninterestedly, awaiting the condescending remarks.
"I don't like selling to criminals, but if it gets you out of my hair, I guess it wouldn't hurt." The man said as he pulled out a package and a pack of cigarettes. He gave the goods to Zeke, in return Zeke paid the man and walked away.
"Well, that was anticlimactic. I was expecting a few insults. I guess that guy was having a good day." Zeke said to himself. He opened up his pack of cigarettes and took one out. He put it in his mouth and pulled out his lighter. It took a few tries but it eventually lit. He inhaled, then exhaled, a stream of smoke escaping his lips. He enjoyed the sensation smoking gave him, it helped deal with the stress he held.
Zeke continued to walk out of the market. It was a surprisingly peaceful walk. No one tried to mame him or insult him. It was a little mysterious, but Zeke chose to ignore it. He didn't want to pry into something that wasn't necessarily wrong.
Zeke was jolted from his peaceful walk by a terrifying scream. It came from the alley a few feet in front of him. It sounded like a female. He continued to walk forward until he was at the entrance of the alley. In the alley was a group of men sexually harassing a young girl around Zeke's age. The girl looked over and her eyes met with Zeke's. She was crying, and trying to push the man off of her, she was trying desperately not to get raped. He got angry and ripped her clothes off. Her body was bare and the men took the opportunity to grope her. Zeke closed his eyes and kept walking.
"She would be better off if I didn't get involved. I don't want to be the one to ruin her life, better those men than me." Zeke tried to ignore her screams. He was going to have nightmares tonight.
"Zeke! Please help me! Please!" The girl screamed. She was apparently desperate for help, if she was calling on Zeke.
Zeke tried his hardest to keep walking, but his conscience got the best of him. He took one more puff of his cigarette, and tossed it. He walked back to the alley. The men were about to violate her.
"Hey! You guys should find a girl more your age. Leave her alone." Zeke told the men, they laughed and stood up.
"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't Zeke. What the fuck do you think you're doing interfering with our fun?" The first man said as he charged Zeke.
"I pity people like you. You should just die." Zeke said as he summoned his energy claws. He quickly slashed the man across his chest as he dodged his punch.
The man fell to the ground with a thud. Blood was spewing out of his gut. The other men fled in fear. Zeke retracted his claws and stared at the man on the ground. He scoffed and walked towards the nude girl.
"Are you ok? They didn't hurt you did they?" Zeke asked the girl. He extended his hand to help the girl up. She surprisingly took it and got up.
"No, they didn't. Thank you for saving me Zeke." The girl said as she covered her chest and lower regions with her arms.
"I don't want you to get sick, here you go." Zeke said as he took off his trenchcoat and gave it to the girl.
"Thank you Zeke." The girl said as she put on the coat. It was big on her but it covered everything pretty well. The girl looked at Zeke and blushed when she saw his shirtless body. She couldn't help but stare.
"So, what's your name?" Zeke asked calmly to stir the girl from her daydream.
"Uhm, its, Saya."
