---- The Beginning, Kagatsuya
"Darkness. That's all that exists in this place. Makes me sick."
This, coming from the bearded old man slouching against the
corner of the gray stone apartment building. His eyes were close
and probing, as if seeing through the lamp post he was staring at.
The young boy watched him carefully, hands on his legs, shorts
bunched up around his knees from crouching down for too long. He
had been watching this old man for a half hour already. He didn't
really know why, but then again, he didn't really know alot of
things.
"I'll tell you. When you see as much as I did, you'll know.
You'll KNOW that darkness is there!"
Now the young boy saw something else in the man's eyes, something
far less abnormal than just common apathy. He saw madness, a
strange change in the man's feel and look. Standing up, he
reached out and touched the man on the shoulder, his small voice
taking on a sudden, sharp tone. But the words were calming to the
man, and he nodded, that dark madness disappearing from his eyes
to be replaced by something much brighter.
"Yes. Yes. Now I understand. Not all is darkness. No, not all is
darkness. There is... better. A... whiiiiteness...."
His eyes slid shut, his body slumping to lean harder against the
building as it slid to the rough concrete sidewalk.
Just another bum sleeping in the street.
Backing away from the man, the young boy turned and began to walk
down the street once more, noting certain people, hookers,
pushers, artists and strangers. Insane all, but perhaps he could
fix that insanity. He was young, younger than most, but he was
also old. Older than all.
Shoving his small hands into his pockets he continued on his way.
---- Gouren
Walking down the sidewalk, was a single man. He was tall, but
not overly huge. Clad in normal clothes, (Tee Shirt, Jeans). His
face couldn't be seen however, due to the fact that his head was
hunched over slightly, and the remainder of his face was covered
by the brim of his hat. All around him was filth. Bum's,
prostitutes, and worce. Glancing about from underneath his hat,
he failed to see the young boy infront of him until It was to
late. Gouren slamed headlong into the boy, stoping himself in his
tracks, and bumping the boy back
"Jesus kid, watch where your going will ya?"
Gouren Looks at the boy, his face now visable. He has somewhat
plain looks. Not great looking, but not ugly (Far from that) He
looked like he had seen a few fights in his time in this world. A
look aof compleat annoyance plastered on his face
---- Kagatsuya
"Mph..!"
The boy stumbles backwards as he rams into the knees of an
oncoming man. Landing hard on his backside, he frowns and stares
up at the man in the hat. He looks like every other nobody and
loser who walks the streets, but something about him bothers the
boy.
Standing up and brushing himself off, he mumbles a bare "Sorry"
and wipes his nose with the back of his hand, walking past him
and not saying another word. He didn't like the feel of that guy
and he wanted to distance himself as soon as possible.
---- Gouren
Gouren watches the young boy walk past him. Gouren walks about
two steps before he stops again, thinking a bit. Turning on his
heel, Gouren calls back to the young boy
"I didn't hurt you did I?"
Guilt had fallen over Gouren. He didn't wanna hurt a 10 year
old, and he was afraid he had just done so
---- Kagatsuya
The eyes of the youth once more fall upon the depraved and
restless of the city around him, his hands meandering back into
the pockets of his shorts. Just when he thinks he's on his way
again, the guy with the hat catches up to him. He asked whether
he was hurt.
Shaking his head, he looks up and states "No." with a small
voice, pausing in his walk to stare back up at the guy. A slight
rustle in the alley to his left probes at his attention, but he
makes no notice of it as his small, slightly slanted eyes take in
the person infront of him.
---- Gouren
Gouren looks down at the boy, frowning.
"Dammit. Well, I'm sorry for knockin ya down"
Gouren hears the rustle as well, but pays it no heed, all of his
atention on the young boy. A sudden thought raced through his
mind. What was this ten year old doing out on the streets in such
a horribul place? An angry look crosses Gourens face, as he
thinks about this boy being abandoned.
---- Kagatsuya
The youth stares up at him and nods.
"Oh, alrigh...aaaah!"
His comment was cut off as a grimy arm reached out from the alley
beside him, grasping his shirt and yanking the boy into the
darkness within. Appearing in the light was a dirt encrusted man,
one arm holding the boy up against his chest, the other poking
the edge of a blade into his neck. His dirty gray hair hung in
ragged strands around his head, his teeshirt must have formerly
been white, but that matched the quality of the suitpants he
wore. His eyes were glinting with lust and violence as he spoke
out into the sidewalk.
"You just stay right where you are, buddy. Me and Jacko here are
gonna have ourselves a fun with this'un here. Get in his pants,
mebbe."
He pressed the edge of the shank deeper into the boy's neck,
watching the man carefully. A second man, Jacko apparently,
stepped up beside him. He had something large and blunt hanging
from his hand. Jacko was short and muscled, but his eyes were
empty and a bit of drool edged down his unshaved face.
"How old're ya, kid?", this from the shank-wielder.
The look on the boys face was one of slight fear for his life.
His eyes were wide and staring, and his voice seemed to shake.
"E... eight."
Shank-Man licked his dry lips, his eyes glowing.
"Mmm. Eight year old. Haven't had an eight year old in years,
right Jacko?"
Jacko grunted his acknowlegement.
The youth's eyes watched, staring out at the man with the hat.
Seeing nothing but an inability to act, he sighs and relaxes, his
eyes closing. A second later, they reopen, but they are far from
the dirty brown that they were. The pupils coalesced into a
whitish/gold, with flecks of red actually moving within them. His
body went entirely limp in the man's arms, forcing his neck to
press against the sharp object, causing blood to leak out.
"Put me down."
His voice sounded normal, but it felt like how a spike being
driven through a chalkboard would sound.
The man shook for a moment as if in shock, and his arm gently
lowered. His eyes were wide and staring as the boy stood on his
own and turned, reaching out to jab a finger into the offender's
torso.
He spoke, but the sound of a passing dumptruck drowned it out to
any but the ears of the offender. When the noise subsided, the
man was gibbering something, foam flying from his lips as his
hands slowly rose to clutch his head. His voice said something
like "I'm blind" and "she shouldn't have yelled" before it
stopped.
Then he screamed.
A horrible, horrible sound. Like a woman having her arms torn
off. His eyes were wider than thought possible for a human, and
he fell to his knees, clutching his head and screaming, the shank
still in his fist. He paused for a second as he glanced at the
boy, then screamed again, a single long word.
"WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!"
With a swift violent motion, his hand shot up, then down,
slamming the shank into his own chest. Twice, three times, four,
five, the sharp piece of metal jabbed further and further into
his upper torso, caving his own ribcage with inhuman strength.
The foam at his lips turned to blood as the man destroyed
himself. His arm halted in mid-stab as his heart ceased to beat,
and he slumped backwards, his knees snapping with the horrible
wrenching of his own weight.
Jacko sputtered, his eyes red and bloodshot as he watched his
friend and fellow molester die. Clutching the pipe in one fist,
he lunged towards the youth, intent on battering him to death.
---- Gouren
Gouren stares at the man wide eyed. In the 15 years he had been
fighting, he had NEVER seen this. But he quickly cam to his
sences as the watched Jacko lunge forward. Gouren moved forward,
quickly clearing the small distance between Himself and the boy,
and Jacko. Moving his hand out, Gourne catches the pipe in his
hand, halting it no more than half a foot from the boys head.
Shoving his other hand forward, Gouren grabs Jacko by the face,
lifts him off the ground, and slams his head into a wall, blood
flying out in a strange red wave, splattering against the wall
and floor. Dropping the man, Gouren turns back to the boy.
"Oh my GOD! Are you alright? What made him do that?"
Gouren stuttered. He never stuttered.
---- Kagatsuya
The youth stood, his arm lowered back to his side. His eyes
watched the prone form on the ground as if to make sure it was
dead. His voice was distant and low, very unlike the voice of the
young boy who had spoken before.
"I simply showed him his crimes. In an effort to remove his
guilt, he destroyed himself. The way he removed himself was his
own choice alone, and was not placed there by myself."
His body suddenly slumped, and his eyes reverted back to normal.
Raising a fist to his eye, he rubbed it roughly with his knuckles
and turned, making to walk out of the alley, ignoring both the
man and the second corpse. His voice was now the high pitch of an
eight-year-old, and it was laced with sleepiness.
"Boy. I'm really tired. I'll have to find someplace to sleep
soon."
---- Gouren
Gouren nods to the boy at his reason for the death of the first
man.
"So, you have nowhere to stay eh? Well, although I'm just
passing though, I think I'd better get a hotel...come on. You can
stay with me tonight..."
Gouren stands up and looks around. something on his mind. He
couldn't let this kid stay out on the street tonight. He had seen
what he could do, but if someone caught him by suprise, then he
would be a goner.
---- Kagatsuya
"Mmrr. Yeah. Thank you."
The young boy tiredly walks beside the man, following him to
wherever they may be going. Even though he's almost too tired to
worry about if this guy will try to kill him or not, the attack
in the alley was a little comfort to him.
Beginning their walk towards the nearest hotel, they continued on
their way down the sidewalk, quickening thier pace slightly to
get away from the bloodshed in the alley.
---- Gouren
As the two walk along, Gouren turns around, and halts them both
for a short time.
"Well, If we're gonna be around eachother a bit, I gotta know
your name. So what is it? My name is Gouren."
Gouren grins down at the young boy.
"Darkness. That's all that exists in this place. Makes me sick."
This, coming from the bearded old man slouching against the
corner of the gray stone apartment building. His eyes were close
and probing, as if seeing through the lamp post he was staring at.
The young boy watched him carefully, hands on his legs, shorts
bunched up around his knees from crouching down for too long. He
had been watching this old man for a half hour already. He didn't
really know why, but then again, he didn't really know alot of
things.
"I'll tell you. When you see as much as I did, you'll know.
You'll KNOW that darkness is there!"
Now the young boy saw something else in the man's eyes, something
far less abnormal than just common apathy. He saw madness, a
strange change in the man's feel and look. Standing up, he
reached out and touched the man on the shoulder, his small voice
taking on a sudden, sharp tone. But the words were calming to the
man, and he nodded, that dark madness disappearing from his eyes
to be replaced by something much brighter.
"Yes. Yes. Now I understand. Not all is darkness. No, not all is
darkness. There is... better. A... whiiiiteness...."
His eyes slid shut, his body slumping to lean harder against the
building as it slid to the rough concrete sidewalk.
Just another bum sleeping in the street.
Backing away from the man, the young boy turned and began to walk
down the street once more, noting certain people, hookers,
pushers, artists and strangers. Insane all, but perhaps he could
fix that insanity. He was young, younger than most, but he was
also old. Older than all.
Shoving his small hands into his pockets he continued on his way.
---- Gouren
Walking down the sidewalk, was a single man. He was tall, but
not overly huge. Clad in normal clothes, (Tee Shirt, Jeans). His
face couldn't be seen however, due to the fact that his head was
hunched over slightly, and the remainder of his face was covered
by the brim of his hat. All around him was filth. Bum's,
prostitutes, and worce. Glancing about from underneath his hat,
he failed to see the young boy infront of him until It was to
late. Gouren slamed headlong into the boy, stoping himself in his
tracks, and bumping the boy back
"Jesus kid, watch where your going will ya?"
Gouren Looks at the boy, his face now visable. He has somewhat
plain looks. Not great looking, but not ugly (Far from that) He
looked like he had seen a few fights in his time in this world. A
look aof compleat annoyance plastered on his face
---- Kagatsuya
"Mph..!"
The boy stumbles backwards as he rams into the knees of an
oncoming man. Landing hard on his backside, he frowns and stares
up at the man in the hat. He looks like every other nobody and
loser who walks the streets, but something about him bothers the
boy.
Standing up and brushing himself off, he mumbles a bare "Sorry"
and wipes his nose with the back of his hand, walking past him
and not saying another word. He didn't like the feel of that guy
and he wanted to distance himself as soon as possible.
---- Gouren
Gouren watches the young boy walk past him. Gouren walks about
two steps before he stops again, thinking a bit. Turning on his
heel, Gouren calls back to the young boy
"I didn't hurt you did I?"
Guilt had fallen over Gouren. He didn't wanna hurt a 10 year
old, and he was afraid he had just done so
---- Kagatsuya
The eyes of the youth once more fall upon the depraved and
restless of the city around him, his hands meandering back into
the pockets of his shorts. Just when he thinks he's on his way
again, the guy with the hat catches up to him. He asked whether
he was hurt.
Shaking his head, he looks up and states "No." with a small
voice, pausing in his walk to stare back up at the guy. A slight
rustle in the alley to his left probes at his attention, but he
makes no notice of it as his small, slightly slanted eyes take in
the person infront of him.
---- Gouren
Gouren looks down at the boy, frowning.
"Dammit. Well, I'm sorry for knockin ya down"
Gouren hears the rustle as well, but pays it no heed, all of his
atention on the young boy. A sudden thought raced through his
mind. What was this ten year old doing out on the streets in such
a horribul place? An angry look crosses Gourens face, as he
thinks about this boy being abandoned.
---- Kagatsuya
The youth stares up at him and nods.
"Oh, alrigh...aaaah!"
His comment was cut off as a grimy arm reached out from the alley
beside him, grasping his shirt and yanking the boy into the
darkness within. Appearing in the light was a dirt encrusted man,
one arm holding the boy up against his chest, the other poking
the edge of a blade into his neck. His dirty gray hair hung in
ragged strands around his head, his teeshirt must have formerly
been white, but that matched the quality of the suitpants he
wore. His eyes were glinting with lust and violence as he spoke
out into the sidewalk.
"You just stay right where you are, buddy. Me and Jacko here are
gonna have ourselves a fun with this'un here. Get in his pants,
mebbe."
He pressed the edge of the shank deeper into the boy's neck,
watching the man carefully. A second man, Jacko apparently,
stepped up beside him. He had something large and blunt hanging
from his hand. Jacko was short and muscled, but his eyes were
empty and a bit of drool edged down his unshaved face.
"How old're ya, kid?", this from the shank-wielder.
The look on the boys face was one of slight fear for his life.
His eyes were wide and staring, and his voice seemed to shake.
"E... eight."
Shank-Man licked his dry lips, his eyes glowing.
"Mmm. Eight year old. Haven't had an eight year old in years,
right Jacko?"
Jacko grunted his acknowlegement.
The youth's eyes watched, staring out at the man with the hat.
Seeing nothing but an inability to act, he sighs and relaxes, his
eyes closing. A second later, they reopen, but they are far from
the dirty brown that they were. The pupils coalesced into a
whitish/gold, with flecks of red actually moving within them. His
body went entirely limp in the man's arms, forcing his neck to
press against the sharp object, causing blood to leak out.
"Put me down."
His voice sounded normal, but it felt like how a spike being
driven through a chalkboard would sound.
The man shook for a moment as if in shock, and his arm gently
lowered. His eyes were wide and staring as the boy stood on his
own and turned, reaching out to jab a finger into the offender's
torso.
He spoke, but the sound of a passing dumptruck drowned it out to
any but the ears of the offender. When the noise subsided, the
man was gibbering something, foam flying from his lips as his
hands slowly rose to clutch his head. His voice said something
like "I'm blind" and "she shouldn't have yelled" before it
stopped.
Then he screamed.
A horrible, horrible sound. Like a woman having her arms torn
off. His eyes were wider than thought possible for a human, and
he fell to his knees, clutching his head and screaming, the shank
still in his fist. He paused for a second as he glanced at the
boy, then screamed again, a single long word.
"WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!"
With a swift violent motion, his hand shot up, then down,
slamming the shank into his own chest. Twice, three times, four,
five, the sharp piece of metal jabbed further and further into
his upper torso, caving his own ribcage with inhuman strength.
The foam at his lips turned to blood as the man destroyed
himself. His arm halted in mid-stab as his heart ceased to beat,
and he slumped backwards, his knees snapping with the horrible
wrenching of his own weight.
Jacko sputtered, his eyes red and bloodshot as he watched his
friend and fellow molester die. Clutching the pipe in one fist,
he lunged towards the youth, intent on battering him to death.
---- Gouren
Gouren stares at the man wide eyed. In the 15 years he had been
fighting, he had NEVER seen this. But he quickly cam to his
sences as the watched Jacko lunge forward. Gouren moved forward,
quickly clearing the small distance between Himself and the boy,
and Jacko. Moving his hand out, Gourne catches the pipe in his
hand, halting it no more than half a foot from the boys head.
Shoving his other hand forward, Gouren grabs Jacko by the face,
lifts him off the ground, and slams his head into a wall, blood
flying out in a strange red wave, splattering against the wall
and floor. Dropping the man, Gouren turns back to the boy.
"Oh my GOD! Are you alright? What made him do that?"
Gouren stuttered. He never stuttered.
---- Kagatsuya
The youth stood, his arm lowered back to his side. His eyes
watched the prone form on the ground as if to make sure it was
dead. His voice was distant and low, very unlike the voice of the
young boy who had spoken before.
"I simply showed him his crimes. In an effort to remove his
guilt, he destroyed himself. The way he removed himself was his
own choice alone, and was not placed there by myself."
His body suddenly slumped, and his eyes reverted back to normal.
Raising a fist to his eye, he rubbed it roughly with his knuckles
and turned, making to walk out of the alley, ignoring both the
man and the second corpse. His voice was now the high pitch of an
eight-year-old, and it was laced with sleepiness.
"Boy. I'm really tired. I'll have to find someplace to sleep
soon."
---- Gouren
Gouren nods to the boy at his reason for the death of the first
man.
"So, you have nowhere to stay eh? Well, although I'm just
passing though, I think I'd better get a hotel...come on. You can
stay with me tonight..."
Gouren stands up and looks around. something on his mind. He
couldn't let this kid stay out on the street tonight. He had seen
what he could do, but if someone caught him by suprise, then he
would be a goner.
---- Kagatsuya
"Mmrr. Yeah. Thank you."
The young boy tiredly walks beside the man, following him to
wherever they may be going. Even though he's almost too tired to
worry about if this guy will try to kill him or not, the attack
in the alley was a little comfort to him.
Beginning their walk towards the nearest hotel, they continued on
their way down the sidewalk, quickening thier pace slightly to
get away from the bloodshed in the alley.
---- Gouren
As the two walk along, Gouren turns around, and halts them both
for a short time.
"Well, If we're gonna be around eachother a bit, I gotta know
your name. So what is it? My name is Gouren."
Gouren grins down at the young boy.