ReDo: Scars
By: SeventhRidDle


Author's Note:
To be perfectly honest to you all, I have no flippin idea what to do with my life. So, I just thought: "Pour fudge on that arse. Imma make some story that I'll prolly drop after some time." Not really a good thing to start with, eh? But this is somehow a "Shoot the ball to see its worth." kind of thing. None of these will probably make sense, especially when it's currently (Like while I'm typing this) 12:45 am. I'll try, just to stop my writer's block. But honestly, I have no hopes on this one. Just a blind shot in the void black hole.
So, have a ridiculously unplanned story, just like how modern family planning works these days.


Chapter 1: Balloon Men are Douchebags in Another Dimension

There are things I call tragedy, while there are things called misfortune.

What's the difference?

Well, first off, let's find the similarities. Both came unexpectedly. Both are not really good to have. Both should be avoided even if you can't avoid such things. Both shouldn't have been existing in some widdy-dee-doo-wa world. And lastly, both are stupid. Well, I think everything's stupid, but that's beside the point.

The difference of these two is that one is a genre for some fanfiction website. One of these two is worse than the other. One of them is permanent damage, while the other can be restored after a while. One is the ending, the other is the beginning. One is the stopper, the other is a cycle. One happens to be hated, the other was mellow. One of these two came into my life. And this isn't really such a hard thing to guess, seeing the first difference. To tell you, really, I learned about the difference of these two in a hard way. And even after that, I learned more.

Let me tell you, Tragedy is more of the thing for "Death", while Misfortune is leaning on "Bad things that goes bump". Or probably worse. Like I said before, both comes unexpected. But in a honesty, I learned something more bizarre. It's how the stopper begins before the cycle. Figure that out. But beyond that is for you to realize. I'm just here to tell you a story of mine, really, so let's begin. Let me warn you, though. This story involves awesome fuzzy warm beings and a sad excuse of a carnivore.

It all started in the snowy day of December 21st...

"Okay, kids, you better move your asses up." A man, 6 ft in height with heavily built body boomed. His hair was cut like those from the military, eyes were sharp and intimidating, mouth was permanently scowling, chest puffed out and arms on his hips. This big guy's name is Ludwing Vinnerhause, owner of the local orphanage. He may look like some military veteran, but the guy was a big softy. Not in mornings, though, especially for some messy sleepers on top-bunkers. Unfortunately for me, I'm one of those on the top bunk. There goes my ass on the floor.

"Move, move, move, move, move, move!" He kept repeating the word that I swear, he's a broken record. the orphanage was rundown, sure, and it's not even Ludwig's fault. We are only 9 kids left out of the 23 before the misfortune happened. Apparently some rich guy sued Ludwig for not meeting the children's needs in the orphanage, when in reality, he's a good father to us. The guy was angry at Ludwig because he can't get his perverted pedophilia hands on our 15 year old sister, Akemi. The dude was freaking 45! So, after that, the court was bribed, everyone knew it was an unfair trial, but the world's stupid that way. The 10 kids' range, including me, was 17 to 13, me being the 17. 6 boys, 3 girls. So I was kind of the big brother of the whole house, especially when Ludwig's out for work. Surprisingly, he works as a flower arranger. Except it's for the dead.

Anyway, we didn't get adopted, seeing we're all grown up babies. Instead of staying in the orphanage since it's going to be torn down, we were left to take a train towards some rural countryside to make a living as a 10-person family. Court didn't care, but Ludwig does, so he funded our travel and vowed to help us somewhere in financial need. In the bright side, we get to stay with the family we grew up in. In the dark side, where they sadly don't have cookies, we are left to fend off and survive. And I don't like the sound of that. I can open cans, but I can't cook. And I'm 17 already, with more responsibilities than rights. And I'm the oldest of the 10, so I'm pretty much screwed. Before I can take any more of my pessimistic side, a girl tapped my back.

"You better get moving or Captain's gonna drag you to the car with or without your necessities." The girl with messy waist-long wine-red hair tied in a low pony tail muttered. She brushed off her bangs to the back of her ear, accidentally revealing a scar below her right eye, curved to the shape of her stunning kaleidoscope amber half-lidded eyes. Her complexion is slightly tanned, smoother than the baby's bottom, and she's slender with an athletic built. She's 17 like me, she's like the big sis of the house, except like me, she can't cook for her life. She's more of the brawn, too, rather than brains. Or I don't know. She's a new comer, came in a month ago after she got kicked out of her previous one. Mysterious type, antisocial, but I think it's because she's new here. She's a kind girl, no worries, just silent. Her name's Arin. In another note, we also call Ludwig, Captain, with all the military esque.

After the morning routines, I started packing. With all the things I need, clothes, toothbrush, a blanket, hygienic things, devices I bought on my own and accessories, I dropped it off at the truck's back. I went back inside just for the thought of helping some of the little ones out. After helping out Rob, our 14 year old playboy, with his serious problem on which appropriate deodorant should he use, I found Sefarin sitting at her bed, looking at the others. She's 14 years old, one of the youngest in our batch of orphans. She looks kinda bummed out, so I approached her. Both of us entered the orphanage by the same time, I was 11 and she was 8, so she was more of a real little sister to me.

"What's wrong, you a'ight?" I asked. She only looked at me with her beady brown eyes, brought her knees near her and buried her face behind her curtain of a black hair and fence of knees. Sef was a silent-type, too, one of those that were scared and shy. She's a wallflower sometimes, but mercy on those who faces her wrath, or eats her chocolate reserves. Never mess with teenage girls with coping problems and issues with food stealing... Who wouldn't have an issue on food stealing, actually?

"Hey, Dark?" Yes, with all the people around me with unique names, mine's 'Dark'. I sat beside her and hummed in reply as she continued. "Why do you think no one wants to come to us? Why won't anyone want to love us like their own child?"

I often asked that to myself, too, but I knew the answer. I just wanted to ask it again. "Well," I started. "We are too old for them, and no one really wants to adopt teenagers. There are many incidents that leads where teenagers adopted go... wild. And sadly, many of them were looked upon by society as 'passed from the age of adoption'. So, that's practically it." I shrugged.

"But why won't our parents love us?" In the orphanage, many of us have sad sob stories. Sef's the worst, and she's the kindest from all of us! Not many would tell their past, though, but most would do, though not all. She didn't tell us, but I knew. I didn't tell anyone else, though, only told her what I knew of. A child facing abuse in a very... bad way isn't the best way for a child to live her life, and when the fire came where only one of her most trusted person died, she ran away and was found by Ludwig as she lay down the street, covered in slight burns, sobbing. I just found out about it when Sef was brought in the office and both her and Ludwig were talking about her joining the orphanage.

While mine isn't as bad, I'm happy I wasn't in her position. Sef has scars all over her body, that's for sure, and mine only has one. It wasn't from my family, though, it's more of an accident. It reaches from the hairline of my bangs, straight down my left eye that was permanently gone and eye lids closed forever as it's continuing down to my jaw. In other words, I lost my left eye from an accident where knives, dogs and scar-faced looking men and a drunk mother were involved. News flash, selling your child's body parts, organs and such will not help your loans when you're drunk and there's a gun pointed on your head... Okay, maybe mine was worse than Sef's. Just maybe.

"I don't know either, Sef..." I sighed and took a hand to rub her back, her face still buried. "But I know I have a better family in you guys."

Sef's head pulled back from her knees and looked at me with a big smile. "Cheesy as ever for a guy with an intimidating look." I flashed her a grin back. I don't really have issues with that- the intimidation thing. With my sharp grey eyes and messy black hair, slightly toned muscles from all those part-times and a freaking scar over a blind eye, I'm not questioning.

"You got your things packed?" I asked. She nodded only in reply and stood up with me.

"Thanks for the comfort, Dark." She smiled at me, gave me a quick hug and took off.

"You know," I looked beside me to see a glasses-wearing boy with his blonde hair spiked up, almost going everywhere as if it doesn't have gravity. He's not lanky for a geeky smart guy, too, with him also being one of the guys who took part-time work. His name is Zaka, we call him Zack for short. His age is 16. He's the most intelligent guy in our home, but sometimes he initiates his douchebagery, too. "I always have a slight feeling you and Sef will be married someday."

I gave him a very confused and questioning look. "Dude, if I was into Sef, I would have been giving her flowers ever since before. Besides, she's a lot more of a sister to me.

"Oooh." He slightly shuddered. "Sisterzoned. Poor Sef."

I gave him a hard nudge. "Shut up, man. I don't see her that way, and it's mutual."

"Really?" He dragged his sarcastic tone.

"For a smart guy, you sure don't know about love." I stuck my tongue out. "Fuck you."

"So mature of you, big brother." He rolled his green eyes and shrugged away.

"Okay, you bastards." Ludwig shouted. "Let's get moving! We've got a lot of land to cover."

"Eesh, Captain's quite mad today." Akemi muttered. Akemi has a silky curled brown hair that reaches to her middle back. She wore glasses and has a pale-white skin, almost ghostly. The only thing that was mesmerizing to the girl that caught tons of guys were her golden eyes. Her face was soft but mature, some of the men were chasing for, and her Japanese decent genes on her looks were making her look better. No, I'm not trying to go and get into her pants anytime soon.

"I would get mad if someone tries to take down the orphanage, too, and to leave my children because of a very unfair trial." I spoke to her.

"I would be bending the laws before I could even get mad." She said with a huff. She's also our orphanage's rebel, but not to the point she wears emo things. She loves an awful amount of black things, though, even with all the summer heat.

We all boarded at the back of the truck, Adelbehrt sitting a few ways away from us. He's our happy guy, but only when he's thinking about something that he sits far away. He's our music kid, always up to make more songs to lighten up some mood when it's down. But when he's down, some of us feels a bit down, too. He has a curly strawberry blonde hair, but more like wavy in a sense. He has hazel eyes and a scar on his left eyebrow and one at the far right of his bottom lip. He kinda looks like a rockstar of some sort, but he's not. He's 16 with a job as a local DJ in the town. He's also good with technical stuff.

And how could I forget? We have the three kids, all 13, on board. They are triplets, abandoned by their parents. They have the same features, grey-ish hair, hazel eyes and fair white skin. Though, Casa, a girl, has straight hair, Ciqala, a boy, has a curly hair and Lobo, the other boy, has spiky hair. The three were energetic little munchkins that every April Fool's day is Hell day to many. Adorable, but devastating. Casa is not really the risk-it girl, it's more of Ciqala's type. She's the one that tempers their escapades, but makes a lot of well-planned ones. Ciqala was the one that makes everything worse- or better in the three's terms. Like, the dynamite was supposed to be a cute pop, but then we realized it was a nuclear bomb. Lobo is the quiet one, but he executes a lot of the harder tasks, like getting tons of laughing gas at the ventilation.

Well, that's probably all, and all of us were quite silent in the whole ride. Who wouldn't? We're about to lose our home.

We had arrived at the train station, only a hair's breath away from being late to board. Since it's our last day, Ludwig was with us towards the place to help us unpack and talk to the other orphanage's manager. I'm not much of a crowd kind of guy, so I sat at the back seats on the train. I started to notice that the snow was quite picking up the speed, or maybe it's just because the train's fast. But if there's anything, I'm seeing more snowballs and white scenery than cliffisides and railroads.

It took us quite some time to realize that what I saw from the train was a very bad thing. Very bad.

"Attention to all passengers, we are experiencing heavy snowfall. In order to lessen accidents, we are to stop the train." The radio gave out a scratchy voice. "We are sorry for the inconvenience."

And the worst thing is that while slowing down, something happened.

A loud screech rang out, the halting of the train was too late. We were at the cliffside of the mountain railway, and the thick coating of the snow on the mountain wasn't a good sign. Unfortunately, avalanches were not calculated, and so was global warming. With some sort of stupid revenge mother nature had thought of, half of the train was hanging to its endless pit of doom. One by one, all of us tried to go up, sadly things weren't the best. We got Rob and Ludwig out, but the others didn't quite make the mark. I almost did, but...

The train's hinges were loosening, half of the cabin was about to fall down due to all the weight and movement. The storm was not letting up, and the half of the train was swaying. The whole train was covered in snow, and since the half of it is hanging off, it won't move. Alas, when I was at the other side of the safezone, I noticed that it's about to fall off. Most of the passengers were now away, but we didn't want to be in the stampede, so we were left to be alone. When the train was about to give away, I shouted at them. "Grab hold of each other, don't let loose! One of you, hold on to me."

Just like that, we were to make a rope of people until the half of the train gave away, but I was still holding most of them with the help of Ludwig. Unfortunately, as I said, most of the passengers were off and stupid Rob had fucking fled off. We managed to pull up Zaka, Adel and Arin, but we had a slight miscalculation. Because the half of the train gave away, another cabin was about to fall off... And we're in that cabin.

Snap

Screeeeeeeech

I heard shouting.

And I realized...

...

Oh shit, we're done for. The tragedy is finally happening.

I opened my eyes in an empty street. There were cars moving, yes, but there were no people inside of it. I realized something, we're at our old town. This was the exact street that was at our orphanage. I turned around to sadly come upon nothing. There's no orphanage at all, but there were buildings around it that we have seen.

"I told you to give out all those balloons equally!" I heard a man in a polo shirt, slacks with a green hat with a logo that said "Balloon's Pass", with an apron with the matching logo, shout. He was shouting, shockingly, at the cart full of balloons with logos on them. I squinted and approached it, realizing that the ones in the balloons were varieties of movies, series and books alike that had their titles written on it. There were things like Harry Potter, Dragon Age: Origins, Transformers, Frozen and there's also MLP for crying out loud! But then, there were a large abundance of another title. I looked around to see that I'm alone with the man. So, was I the only one who died? Did I even die? Where am I? Before I could contemplate more about the situation, the man looked at me. He has no definite kind of color for his eyes, but his hair was white. Definitely white. His face soften and approached me. With a blank face, he said, "Welcome... I see that you are one of them..."

I questioned. "What?"

"Here." He gave me a dark-blue balloon. I thought he gave me the Transformers balloon, but shockingly, I read the title: "Alpha and Omega".

"What's this for?" I asked once more.

"My name is Arby and welcome to the limbo." He gave the creepiest smile, his eyes flashed permanent red and I swear to God, underneath the ghost-pale skin were bones. "In a few seconds, you'll have to survive a little... story."

I was about to intercept and say how rude he is to not answer any of my questions until he said, "If you don't pass your story, then have fun burning in eternal torture."

With a balloon's pop, I was thrown off to another place. This time, it was dark and there was an absolute nothing.

"Balloon man! Or whatever your name is!" I shouted. "Where the fuck am I?!"

"You'll know when the time comes."

"Fuck you and your cliche shit!" I gave a middle finger, until I realized that... I have no body. Oh my f...

Pop

"Dark?"


Edited Author's Note:
Oh, god. Remember my late-night update? Yes. Correction, there are 9 orphans left, not 10. And, there are 6 boys and 3 girls, sorry. I did not re-look on it, therefore I just realized that I was much of a bummed out person on that one. Anyway, there's also a correction where it's supposed to be Dimension instead of Dimention, I would like to thank correction for that one. Thank you correction. You've done something good today.
I'll also put this one up on the next chapter, das all.