Hello Everyone, and welcome to my first proper Fanfiction. I know I posted another fic, but that one failed. Hopefully, this one will not! Now, I am your host, Xager the Chaos King. Please Read, Review and Comment on the story, I would love to find out how people view it, and how to improve. Flames will be used to roast the fiery marshmallows of hell, but as long as they are not nasty, I'll take your comments on board. However, enough procrastinating, read on, for the first chapter of "Xager's Awakening!"
Prologue
The sound of a belt buckle slashing into skin fills the air, mingled with the grunts of pain from the boy being lashed.
"YOU! WORTHLESS! PIECE! OF! SHIT!" The boy's father yelled, a strike from the belt punctuating his words. The boy, who was already bleeding copiously from the back, merely grunted and spat back at his father.
"My name is Gare you son of a bitch!" The boy snarled back, causing the father to grow enraged at this, and draw his knife. "Boy, you are going to regret that!" he snarled, and slashed him across his chest, crossing some already bleeding wounds and scars. Gare screamed, and collapsed, but refused to give the man who had done this to him any satisfaction by crying. Instead, he passed out.
Gare awoke to his sister, Maia, standing over him. "Gare, you should know better than to antagonise him, you only make it harder on yourself." Maia was the only member of the family who gave a damn about the 16 year old, who, ever since he was small, had been tormented by his mother and father. Maia, his elder sister, was the one who bound his wounds, the one who cared for him. Gare would do anything to protect her.
"Maia, you know I love you, and I don't want to see you hurt. Go on, get out of here before he catches you caring for me." Gare repeated the words he always said after Maia came down to look after him. "Gare, I don't care if he catches me. He won't hurt me unless he wants Mother to refuse him sex for the rest of the year." Maia was mother's favourite, she had only wanted a daughter. Maia had been a joy for Mother, but Gare was a boy; worthless. Maia was more to Gare's mother than anybody else.
Maia quickly bound Gare's wounds. "Thanks Maia. I owe you. Again." Gare kept a tally on the wall of his prison, the basement in which he lived. He kept a tally of the number of scars he had been given. "This makes 17,623." Gare checked, before looking to the door, which creaked open. Maia quietly slipped in.
"Gare, here." Maia pushed some clean clothes towards him. "Our parents are asleep. Go, run. I'll tell them you picked the lock or something. Just run. You aren't happy here." Maia kissed Gare on the cheek, prompting a tear to fall from his eye. "Okay, big sis." Gare kissed her in return, grabbed the clothes and ran. Maia looked after her younger brother. "Live well, Gare." She whispered. Little did she know that Gare would not live past the end of the day. Instead, a new, greater being would rise.
Gare sprinted out of the house, and down the street, panting as he did so. Gare was very slender and weak-looking, but was actually rather strong, due to the extra portions Maia would sneak down to him. However, he was not used to running so far, and slowly he came to a stop, muscles screaming in protest. Gare took a moment to look around, and reflect. Ever since he was young, he had been locked in that basement, abused and tortured. He hated his father with a passion. Yet strangely, most of his hate was focused on his mother, who never even cared enough to look in on him. The feeling of abandonment hurt Gare more than any amount of torture ever could. He glanced around again, wary of pursuers. Yet all he saw was a little black ant-like creature, which he instinctively knew was a Heartless. Gare smiled. The Heartless just watched him, curious as to the lack of fear the strange human showed.
Five minutes later, Gare was sat studying the Heartless, the small smirk still on his face. "You and I are not so different. Come, know an embrace for the time it will take you to kill me..." Gare opened his arms, and wrapped them around the Shadow, which wasted no time in burying its claws into his chest. Gare grunted at the pain, but simply held the Heartless tighter. "Yes... Take me to the dark... Take me from this pain..." Gare whispered, as he slowly faded into the darkness. However, his heart was strong. Stronger than he had thought. Gare died that day. However, from the ashes, a greater being would rise.
At the Dark Margin, stood at the beach, a tall, slender man clad in a hooded robe stood staring at the sea. "My name... I am no longer Gare... Who am I?" The man wondered. He then appeared to come to a decision, a lone lock of dark green hair falling across his face, obscuring one deep blue eye. "I... Am... Xager!"
And that is the first chapter, done and dusted. My thanks to my favourite sort of beta, Hercules3000, and to you, my readers.
Next time: Xager is born! An encounter with a warrior queen! Xager's first asskicking (The first of many, I assure you), and REVENGE! So yeah, good stuff. All this and more, on Xager's Awakening!
