Okay, The only reason I uploaded this is because a wonderful little french angel gave me the confidence. Personally, I still think it's a steaming pile of shit. Just my personal opinion. Which is why it's been locked away in a closet for 4+ years. Give your opinion. Or don't. I don't really care. I'm only going for one person on this.
I'm too poor to own anything.
Chapter one
Something Exciting?
Like any other night, Roxas sat on the balcony of his middle-class suburbanite house, looking out at all the cookie cutter houses with the same cookie cutter people. Sighing inwardly and to no one in particular, he wished for something more. Sure, for a 16 year old he had everything a person could want: He was relatively well-known in his high school, being more of defender of people that couldn't or wouldn't defend themselves. He was a strait A student without trying too hard. His family was well off, being that his father was a vet and his mother was a nurse. He was an only child, having anything he wanted for birthdays and Christmasses. He had all the latest game systems which he rarely used, giving most of them a fresh-out-of-the-box appearance being the envy of all of his friends.
Truly, he had the perfect life. Perfectly safe. Perfectly sane. Perfectly... shit.
Leaning out over the railing, Roxas took in the night air and wished he was out there in the flurry of the city nights. Every night for the past 3 years the routine had been the same: Wake up at 5 sharp. Gather his wits and dress for the day. Have a quiet breakfast with his middle-class family. Head off to school. Come home after the eventless day. Sit on the balcony and wish. Wish upon the brightest star with all his might that maybe one day he would find something exciting. Something worth doing.
Sighing one last time, Roxas stood and rounded to walk back into his bedroom and fall asleep.
But something this night was off. A chill wind blew, and his spine stiffened. Roxas, with no small amount of gusto, rounded to look behind himself out at his front yard and noticed that on this particular night, as the moon shown down upon him, something would change.
The moment passed, the air warmed lightly, and he shrugged it off, thinking no harder on the subject. Roxas knew nothing was ever going to change no matter how hard he wished.
If only Roxas had seen the hooded figure staring up at him from the sidewalk, he would have know a little sooner what was about to transpire.
A loud siren sounded throughout the house, waking Roxas from his deep, comatose-like sleep. He could smell smoke and his vision was blurred from sleep. Before he had time to realize what was going on, a loud female scream was hears from down the hall, snapping Roxas out of his trance. Without thinking or taking time to put on a pair of pants, he threw the covers off and ran down the door of his bedroom. As he opened it, his eyes caught site of the most horrid sight he could have imagined. Large red and yellow flames billowed up from the floor of the hallway, starting at the stairs and winding over to his parents opened door.
"MOM!" Roxas shouted and did his best to cover his mouth and nose from the smoke and flame. Rushing down the hall, he got to his parents door and dropped to his knees in horror, mouth agape. All he could see were the charred bodies of his mother and father, tied to chairs and set aflame. Feeling his head grow light from smoke inhalation and sheer shock, Roxas felt a cramp in his abdomen before violently throwing up on the floor and passing out in the hallway.
