CHAPTER 1: Man Made God Send
What can you call true love? Is there such a thing? Mankind was created by the powerful hand of God and sent to Earth as just another adaptive animal. Back then, it was a fight to the finish day in and day out. Then evolution kicked in and sent every primal human into a state of enlightenment, causing them to shine with intelligence, craft, and, for the first time, evil. Today it's even worse. Evil has taken hold of this entire damned planet, causing every being who ever came to life on this sphere of life to lust, age, and die. However, it is said that from the chaos must come a hero - or in my case, a band.
April 29th
It was early dawn and many of the high school students should have gotten up by now, like good little boys and girls listening to mommy and daddy. But, this is reality, not some phony 1930's flick where Hell is a myth and God is your next-door neighbor.
"Kurt! Wake up! You're going to be late! It's 6:45!" The noisy girl was practically throwing the bed over. Her foot was as powerful as a ram and as graceful as a bird: Oh yeah, she wasn't one to be taken lightly.
"Kurt! I'm not going to cover for you this time!" Sound's like she's been doing for a good long time now. I remember how my brothers and sisters used to do that, not because they cared but because they had to.
"Kurt! This is the last time! I'm not going to call you again!" I bet.
At this point I could tell she was just plain pissed: She literally flung the bed over, throwing the little blue boy over to the side and off the bed like some rusted up paper weight at some CEO's desk. That definitely woke the guy up.
"Hey, Kitty! Easy with the alarms will you? It's not like I can ever be late, remember? Poof poof!" The boy was cheery from the start, a good sign of a well-prepared person - thought out, careful, and precise. Either that or he was just showing off: his body was vanishing and reappearing within the room - I never liked people with big mouths.
It was interesting to see a high school again: I haven't been to one since 1976. It was supposedly a place where children learn and prepare for better life ahead. But to some, it's just a place to buy and sell drugs, find some sex to pass the time, or just plain screw things up. My last day of high school was one Hell of a ride. Guess it was my fault: I played the Devil.
Kurt was roaming in the hallways walking with some hunk named Scott - looks like he was a real ladies' man. I have to admit those red shades made him look really slick. The blue boy was annoying just to look at. It's amazing how those people could handle someone like him. I don't know, everyone's a sinner to me - or at least that's how everyone always ends up.
"So, who you going to take to the dance? Jean, right? Am I right? Huh? Huh?" Kurt's voice was full of curiosity. Thank God he wasn't a cat. But that Katherine sure had a name of one.
Lunch time, where even the dumbest students can seem like geniuses here. Many of the girls gather at different tables and categorize themselves by popularity like a fly choosing which bowl of soup to fly into. Damned snobs.
"So, Kitty. Did Lance ask you yet? You know, about the whole dance thing. Did he?" The tone in this guy was very subtle; not at all like this morning. If I didn't know any better, Kurt had plans of his own involving Kitty.
"I did. But I turned him down" She made little to know eye contact and her facial expression was a cold as winter. I could tell that it felt like a .45 caliber loaded with a silver bullet aimed at Kurt's heart: poor guy.
"But why? I thought you two were a couple?" The fuzzy kid seemed bent just by saying it. Wonder what happened when he first heard the news from someone's lips, or, better yet, from Kitty's lips herself: the emotion must have been dreadful.
"Not really. He's just too out of control, you know? I'm afraid he'll end up hurting me one day" Her tone was very glum and quite sincere. Whoever Lance was, he sounded like a man I could use.
"Oh. Well, hey there's always more fish in the sea, right? Or more cows on the farm?" The kid was kind enough to try. I don't know about Kitty, but I liked it.
"Thanks, Kurt" Looks like she did too. "Say, Kurt? You going to the dance with anyone?" Turn of the table, blue boy.
"Me? Well, not really no. Why?" His voice was shaky and his smile was wrinkled. This boy definitely had the hots for Kitty.
I didn't get much after that but it was easy to tell where this was going. The dance was just a lame gathering the school did to lower the morale of all the students and forcing their minds to forget about any mistakes the school ever made. I never went to one because I hated them. All those gatherings ever did was warp the minds of poor, oblivious children and force them to submit to the even more twisted wiles of society. I've been stabbed enough times to know what the hell's the difference between a knife and a rose. And it was time for me to show the rest of the world the difference. Who am I? I'm your new father.
What can you call true love? Is there such a thing? Mankind was created by the powerful hand of God and sent to Earth as just another adaptive animal. Back then, it was a fight to the finish day in and day out. Then evolution kicked in and sent every primal human into a state of enlightenment, causing them to shine with intelligence, craft, and, for the first time, evil. Today it's even worse. Evil has taken hold of this entire damned planet, causing every being who ever came to life on this sphere of life to lust, age, and die. However, it is said that from the chaos must come a hero - or in my case, a band.
April 29th
It was early dawn and many of the high school students should have gotten up by now, like good little boys and girls listening to mommy and daddy. But, this is reality, not some phony 1930's flick where Hell is a myth and God is your next-door neighbor.
"Kurt! Wake up! You're going to be late! It's 6:45!" The noisy girl was practically throwing the bed over. Her foot was as powerful as a ram and as graceful as a bird: Oh yeah, she wasn't one to be taken lightly.
"Kurt! I'm not going to cover for you this time!" Sound's like she's been doing for a good long time now. I remember how my brothers and sisters used to do that, not because they cared but because they had to.
"Kurt! This is the last time! I'm not going to call you again!" I bet.
At this point I could tell she was just plain pissed: She literally flung the bed over, throwing the little blue boy over to the side and off the bed like some rusted up paper weight at some CEO's desk. That definitely woke the guy up.
"Hey, Kitty! Easy with the alarms will you? It's not like I can ever be late, remember? Poof poof!" The boy was cheery from the start, a good sign of a well-prepared person - thought out, careful, and precise. Either that or he was just showing off: his body was vanishing and reappearing within the room - I never liked people with big mouths.
It was interesting to see a high school again: I haven't been to one since 1976. It was supposedly a place where children learn and prepare for better life ahead. But to some, it's just a place to buy and sell drugs, find some sex to pass the time, or just plain screw things up. My last day of high school was one Hell of a ride. Guess it was my fault: I played the Devil.
Kurt was roaming in the hallways walking with some hunk named Scott - looks like he was a real ladies' man. I have to admit those red shades made him look really slick. The blue boy was annoying just to look at. It's amazing how those people could handle someone like him. I don't know, everyone's a sinner to me - or at least that's how everyone always ends up.
"So, who you going to take to the dance? Jean, right? Am I right? Huh? Huh?" Kurt's voice was full of curiosity. Thank God he wasn't a cat. But that Katherine sure had a name of one.
Lunch time, where even the dumbest students can seem like geniuses here. Many of the girls gather at different tables and categorize themselves by popularity like a fly choosing which bowl of soup to fly into. Damned snobs.
"So, Kitty. Did Lance ask you yet? You know, about the whole dance thing. Did he?" The tone in this guy was very subtle; not at all like this morning. If I didn't know any better, Kurt had plans of his own involving Kitty.
"I did. But I turned him down" She made little to know eye contact and her facial expression was a cold as winter. I could tell that it felt like a .45 caliber loaded with a silver bullet aimed at Kurt's heart: poor guy.
"But why? I thought you two were a couple?" The fuzzy kid seemed bent just by saying it. Wonder what happened when he first heard the news from someone's lips, or, better yet, from Kitty's lips herself: the emotion must have been dreadful.
"Not really. He's just too out of control, you know? I'm afraid he'll end up hurting me one day" Her tone was very glum and quite sincere. Whoever Lance was, he sounded like a man I could use.
"Oh. Well, hey there's always more fish in the sea, right? Or more cows on the farm?" The kid was kind enough to try. I don't know about Kitty, but I liked it.
"Thanks, Kurt" Looks like she did too. "Say, Kurt? You going to the dance with anyone?" Turn of the table, blue boy.
"Me? Well, not really no. Why?" His voice was shaky and his smile was wrinkled. This boy definitely had the hots for Kitty.
I didn't get much after that but it was easy to tell where this was going. The dance was just a lame gathering the school did to lower the morale of all the students and forcing their minds to forget about any mistakes the school ever made. I never went to one because I hated them. All those gatherings ever did was warp the minds of poor, oblivious children and force them to submit to the even more twisted wiles of society. I've been stabbed enough times to know what the hell's the difference between a knife and a rose. And it was time for me to show the rest of the world the difference. Who am I? I'm your new father.