What A Sad Little Creature…
And a tortured soul…
This is the story of an atrocious monster. One that lived in isolation. Anyone that bothered her would be eaten. Anyone that wanted to change her would be disappointed. Anyone that became disappointed would try to kill her. They wouldn't last long. Those that hated her, but were in trouble would be left alone. Those that have never met her before would tremble in fear when they hear her voice.
There was a young man. He, too, is an atrocious monster. But not like her. Anyone that bothered him would get a smile. No one wanted to change him. Anyone that became disappointed would hurt him, and he wouldn't stop them. Anyone that tried to kill him would be welcome still. Those that hated him, but were in trouble would receive help. Those that have never met him before would receive help. His name is Keith… This is his story.
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Keith closed his diary. He read up online that keeping a diary reduces stress levels on the average human. He didn't expect it to help him much but… He had to try. Keith looked at his cup of coffee and giggled.
What a way to reduce stress… Idiot…
He went and poured it out. His alarm went off, ringing at two thirty in the morning. "I can't sleep right now," he said to himself as he clicked it off. Keith was almost done…
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The doctor paced himself, sweating and impatient. He checked his clock and looked at the doors. Needless to say, Keith was late.
No more than a second later, Keith barged in with a potion in hand. He walked into the patient's room along with the doctor. She was suffering a terminal illness. It was a special type of cancer, one that would infest and spread to the rest of the body within two weeks. Keith had just invented a special type of cure, that would stop the spread and eliminate the cancer. It worked miraculously. Everyone was in awe of how an eighteen year old boy applying for the medical academy could cure this. They have been researching it for decades and he cured it in six days. This boy couldn't be human.
And he isn't...
"Keith! You were late! She could have died. And you need to worry about your health as well. You look like you haven't slept since I asked you to research the cancer case," The doctor shouted.
"I apologize sir," Keith bowed in respect. "I have had some sleep…."
Liar…
The doctor shook his head. "You need to make more of that so that we can give it to other cancer patients."
Keith shook his head. "That can't happen. Each type of cancer is different in some way in every human body. A different type of potion would have to be created from scratch for each patient," he explained.
The doctor nodded. "Then do the honor of creating these potions of yours. I'll give you the case files tomorrow." Keith nodded. He walked home and flopped onto his bed. After an hour of sleep he opened his diary.
[Hey… I cured cancer today. Yay :D. Well, the girl didn't thank me. But she didn't really have time, I mean the doctors took her into another room for testing right after she was healed. Besides, I'm sure if she had gotten the chance she'd thank me. I saw her smiling face, and that will always be good enough for me… I hope. Oh yeah, and I had another nightmare about Soichiro again… I'll tell you all about it some time. ]
Keith closed his book and laid back, staring at the ceiling. He pulled out a classic novel, Dante's Inferno, and read it for the twenty eighth time. Keith has photographical memory, so he knew every inch of the book after he read it for the first time.
Keith closed his eyes, and when he opened them… she was there.
Dear God… why me?