Alright, hello guys! =) I know that it's been quite awhile, but I got inspiration all of a sudden. Ok, this chapter gets a bit confusing. It's basically just a series of flashbacks to give you guys background on the villain of the story. The underlined parts and the very last line are first person, and the flashbacks are third person. The he constantly referred to in the flashbacks is the narrator and do keep in mind that not all of these memories are in chronological order. Warnings: incest is mentioned, though nothing explicit. A bit of weirdness overall, so I upped the rating for this fic just in case. Anyways, enjoy!


File 02:Chapter 2:Change the World

What would you do if those you hold dear grew to abhor you?

The air around them is biting and cold. Two brothers sit alongside each other on the same large rock. They love each other's presence; it makes it easier to think out loud. Speaking with his brother puts his thoughts into perspective. If he's going to say something and then it isn't able to come out of his mouth, then he takes it for a sign that it isn't the correct thing to say. His brother does the same, but he always seems so far off in dreamland. His brother is so much younger than him. He has to make sure that his little brother grows up right. His mother is sick and his father is dead. It's all up to him. Even though he monitors him as best as he can, he's always missing out on a part of life. It's made him feel somewhat resentful of his younger brother. He's had to grow up much too fast. While they're sitting in on the cold rock in the snow, he tells his brother as much. His brother doesn't take it too well. The younger boy tells him that he didn't have to, he didn't have to, he didn't have to. He could have left him to be raised by himself, and he wouldn't have known the difference. The elder still isn't convinced. Days pass and now they're speaking with each other less and less. His brother has started to spend most of his time over at friend's houses, as if he's saying that he doesn't need him. When he sees his younger brother all he receives is a glare of absolute loathing. It scares him how his brother grew up so fast around others. His little brother is coming home less and less, and one day he stops coming home at all.



What would you do if your own mother raped you?

It's late in the night now, and he's huddled in his room in his bed. The crickets outside are silent tonight, but the moon is illuminating his dark room with beams of moonlight. He breathes in and out, in and out. He still feels like he can't breathe. The heat is thick and oppressing. Even though his eyes are closed, he can't seem to fall asleep. He waits and waits. Just as he begins to doze off, he hears the loud creak of his door. He looks up to see a person he hasn't seen in quite a while-his mother. She's been extremely sick for as long as he can remember, and she's been in the care of the city council's medical facilities. Her physical appearance is haggard and somewhat scary, but he's still very happy to see her. She approaches his bedside, and just as he begins to greet her she grabs his shoulders and shoves him up against the wall behind his bed. He squirms and tries to get away, but her hands remain strong. She keeps both of his arms trapped with one of her own, and then she looks down at his body. She's begins opening the front of his shirt, and he can't help but to cry. Why, he asks her, why. She pauses momentarily and grins bitterly at him through feral eyes. It's what the council wants, she whispers, it's what they want. She can't say no to them. She's just a puppet when they've got his life to threaten her with. They want to keep the family blood pure, so pure it shall be. She rips off his shirt and starts to unbutton his pants. He's crying so hard, so hard. He begs to be left alone, but she isn't deterred. She tells him that this is for the better of the community, that their family lineage is really this important. What about what's better for him? He thinks that she has gone mad with pride. And so she violates him, destroys him, and makes him feel like he's scum and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts. She's still there even when he's run out of tears to cry. In the morning she's gone, no doubt back to her true home with the council.



What would you do if your beloved god were stolen?

The murmuring starts and once its been awakened it never it never ceases. Stories, news, and tales pass from mouth to mouth. He hears it all, and feels the rebellion in the hearts of the people. It's the council, they whisper. It's the Okikirumi, where has it gone? The voice of the city council outshines all else. They decide everything he does, and everything everyone else does. Even the city's guardian god, Okikirumi, has been silent as of late. No matter how hard he prays to it, it's always a disconnected line. He's never found out where his brother disappeared to, he's never found out if his mother has been cured (she's with the council, after all). He's never found out if he's been forgiven for incest (he can't forgive himself). He receives no response for his troubles. It makes him feel bitter that his god does not care, but the idea of a god manages to inspire hope in many. Somehow he's figured out that the council is his god, now. He doesn't like it one bit. Then one day, he decides to take actions into his own hands. He reaches Okikirumi's shrine, and steals it away into the night. He's got no one on his tail and for the first time in his life he feels free. He doesn't care that he's just left his city to rot without the shred of hope that Okikirumi presented. He's just too happy. From now on, he'll make sure that no one will ever tame him again. He's going to be Alive.



What would you do if your lust for blood began overpowering your humanity?

He's always been a person of curiosity. He always wonders how things work. He always wonders how people work. The first time he discovers his obsession is shortly after the Grand Sinker. He's walking through the rubble back to his laboratory when he spies a corpse in the shadows of a ruined home. He stoops to examine it and tries to determine when the person died. He'd love to try his hand at an autopsy…When he thinks of the blood just beneath the corpse's pallid skin his pulse begins to race. He looks around to make sure he's alone, and he is. He picks up the body and drags it to the end of the block and into his laboratory. He finds countless bodies after that, and he experiments to his heart's content. He' gaining knowledge, he knows. And he still feels the thrill every time he takes a blade to skin and rips it open. Maybe someday he'll be able to find living people to experiment on...



What would you do if you had to live in solitude?

He's alone in his laboratory, this man of test tubes and wires. Though he'll never have any company, he does not require it to function. With all his wires in place, he thinks he works very well. He's far above everyone else, he knows. No other could match his intellect, no other could match his character. He'll get what he wants by himself. His concept of life, his rules of morality-no one seems to understand them. Well, if they knew what it was like to be him, he thinks…and abruptly cuts himself off. He's a little bit scared because he realizes he doesn't know what its like to be them, either. The gears in his empty laboratory tick.



What would you do if you were king?

He's sitting in his fancy parlor wearing extravagant clothes. He's playing a game of chess on an ornate, intricate board. The thing is, he's playing against himself. It's silly really, he thinks, to play against someone else. Why, with just himself he has all the power in the world. He can win if he wants to, he can win in whichever way he likes. If only he were God…he'd have so much more power in reality. Within the realms of his mind he hears mocking words and defiant principles. In a fit of frustration, he throws the black Queen he's been holding across the room. It lands with a dull thud on the luxurious maroon carpeting. He remains still for a moment, and then collects himself again. He looks at the chessboard. Moving the pieces around in a way not permitted by the game, he pretends that he's just put his 'opponent' in checkmate. He's won the game, of course. It's always the game, never the land he supposedly rules, He knows that he deserves more, and he'll make sure he gets it. His black eyes glint as he moves to pick up the forgotten Queen.



What would you do if you could play God?

He's got all the power he wants (needs) and its...just…perfect. It's wonderful. With just a flick of the wrist all the bad people are gone and dead, never to return. He doesn't even need to think-he can base everything on instinct alone. No one is his equal, so he no longer bothers to squabble with other kings or presidents. He can strike down anyone he wishes. Killing is fun, he thinks, but what's even better than the blood and the broken bones is the look of pure adoration (terror) he receives while doing it. It makes his pulse go wild. He never receives anything other than the respect and awe he deserves. And he's even got the girl (doll) to keep him entertained. She's his perfect little pet. He can play with her, make her soul sing for him. And no matter what he does to her, she'll always come back. If he's got everything he wants (needs), then why does he still feel like something is missing?



What would you do if your pretty porcelain doll shattered?

His pretty girl is quite unique, to say in the least. She's got long pink hair and emerald green eyes and a personality just right for manipulating. Still, she's bold and she's rash, and listens to no one but him. Since she's got a lot of spirit, he knows that it'll be fun to break her down little by little. He can do anything, after all. And so one day he leaves her to gather dust in a little corner of his life. She's confused and she's scared. Her courage has gone out the window. She needs him to survive. She doesn't know how else to live. He was the one who'd originally put the pieces of her life back together again. She acknowledges that he'll always be in his mind. And so, like always, she returns to him. She comes back expecting comforting words, intelligent apologies. What she gets is a slap in the face, and then she feels like she's breaking for the last time. He laughs and laughs and laughs. This time when she leaves, she doesn't come back. He was smiling when she left. While he basks alone in his power, he discovers that even the gods can be lonely. His smile falters.



What would you do if you discovered your past would be your future?

When things fall out of control he realizes it isn't all dandy and brilliant to be a god. Why is it that he's got the most power but he still has no control over his own destiny? He doesn't know. His life is falling to pieces because his brother is standing in front of him for the first time in seven years. His brother has somehow found the gall to challenge him, and he doesn't know why. His brother is determined, strong. And just by looking at his brother he's instantly seeing his past. He feels betrayal, pain, and disgust. His brother tells him that's all that's left for him-the feeling of the past. His brother tells him he'll never be free, no matter what he believes. The world won't change to accommodate people like him, he says. His younger brother goes on to say that he is much too static, and that when unless he wakes up he'll be lost to the real world. Even after his brother is long gone, he just stands there and stares after him. The angry words are still pounding in his head. A sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach somehow tells him that his brother was right. He disregards it. After all, he is a god, isn't he? He'll make the world change, he'll make it.

What would you do if you could change the world?

What would you do if I already changed it?


phew, its done! So, opinions anyone? If there are any questions, feel free to message me ^^. Oh, and nope, the identity of this person shall remain a mystery until later. Until later!