[I had posted this before, but I kinda removed it for editing purposes.]
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My name is Kai. I've picked the name myself because it described me. A short name but the kind that lives in your memory forever. No matter how much you try to scratch it out, it'll always be there, like a bad memory. Which I am to my enemies and also a few others, whom would remain anonymous. Kai. Now you'll remember it too.
Now that you know my name, do you want to know the person who it belongs too? If you want, maybe you're the kind of person who doesn't know what they want. They say that humans have a knack for choosing things that are often bad for them. Wealth. Power. Immortality. These things can mean so much for a moment, yet it can lead you to disaster and a doomed eternity.
But who am I to stop you from your own chaotic choices? If you're still listening to me, then I can never stop you. It's too late.
To start, I have no past. People might argue that everyone who was ever born has a history of some-type. Let me tell you one thing: those people have never met anyone
But if you want to know more details, ignoring the chills circulating throughout your body, then I shall continue. I have known no 'everlasting love', that I've heard so much about, that 'parents' seem to magically have once a child is born. I am a child of the night. In other terms, I am an abandoned orphan.
Of course, I was still a baby so I needed care. Don't begin thinking that I was innocent as an infant. By no account, I knew of my destiny. I knew why I was born the first moment I laid eyes on the dark cloths around me and felt the cold wind slipping through the folds.
Many would say I was born a loner. I'm not a liar, so I never denied it. The man that took me in was the original monster that the elders warn about. But they never knew what that they had described was real and a human being. Not just any monster, but so cunning and clever, you could be standing next to him and find you charmed by his manner. Though it may be too late, he'll strike without a warning and break you into pieces. Physically and mentally. And if you don't already know this, they're the most dangerous.
Fate had a sick since of humor. Tragedy also seems to be its lifelong companion. As the means for another cruel joke, it had chosen me to be raised by this rogue. So it must be. Who can defy the orders of destiny? No one can possibly escape its grasp though a few might try.
Have I ever had hope for someone to rescue me? Yes, I admit it. Like the fool I am, I have hoped all I could possibly can for anyone to take me away. Happiness was never mine for a long period of time. Love was nothing but a myth to me. Hope, the worst, can never save me now. And the beating thing in my chest? It grew cold a long time ago.
The man, master is what I had to call him, had looked inside my soul and grinned when he found out the soul inside me. He took me in and instantly trained me. My childhood was nothing but blood and bruises. "Its good for you," he would say, referring to the pain," the sensation is just weakness leaving you." Then he'll smirk again and I'll resume my training, still bleeding. Countless time I had fainted because of the loss of blood, and then he'll kick me and ordered me to get up.
He never allowed me to die. I can't begin to explain the things I would do to him then to me. But he was too sly; he knew what I was planning to do someday. So he kept a close eye on me. Though the threat of being hideously murdered would frighten some people, it was a sign of my progress to him.
What was I training so hard for? Why did I have to endure all of this torture? He never told me and I never asked. It wasn't one of my options to ask but there are other ways of finding out things you want to know. He should be more thoughtful I choosing an obedient servant rather then tough fighter. That was his only flaw. My only advantage I had against him.
It didn't take a lot to find out how to plan it all out. The problem was the right time. It took me three year to finally know his movements enough so I can search though his writings and letters. I finally came across some things that proved to be quite useful. First, he had planned to trick me into going on a little quest. Second, the mission was to steal powerful sacred spirits call bit beasts to give them to the master. Third, and this is the one I found most interesting, I was to be given my very own bit- beast to complete the task. Fourth, this wasn't a surprise, after the completion of the quest, I was to be murdered.
Most people would go into a spiteful anger and kill everybody in a blinded need for blood of those involved. I? I plan my sweet revenge carefully. Yes, I am angry. But why waste all that beautiful feeling on something so crude and primitive? Why not have a swift, sweet, and painfully slow revenge?
If I do go on a killing frenzy, the people who misread the situation would most certainly hunt me. I don't plan the rest of my life killing. It would most likely lose its power in a few weeks. I would not only kill him. But trick him also. A man like that would rather die a hundred times than admit that he was the one who was a victim.
And besides, I do want to control the power of my own bit-beast.
So it was decided. I waited my day when all the abuse and bloody cuts would be avenged. So patient I had been those last three years and so satisfied I had felt when it was done. The man had called me in, as a special request. At the word, I hastily confronted the master.
He looked at me, his face solemn, hiding his truest desire. If I had not known what his intentions were, I would easily be fooled. I waited, though, and stopped myself from trembling with anticipation. Instead, I put on my own facade.
He talked a little, looking pathetic and grim. I only listened to little pieces of the one-sided conversation; afraid I might burst out laughing at his stupidity. It included the apologies of treating me so bad and how he had changed now. And finally, the finale, he was dying and what his last wish was.
"All this time, you've never asked why but I knew you wanted to know. My boy, you are a special part of the Alliance of the Guardians."
Alliance of the Guardians? Was this the best lie he could make up? In this world, if you knew how to fight, you were either in the Alliance of the Guardians or the DarkMares. Alliance of the Guardians protects the innocent and fight for something called 'total peace'. The DarkMares is a not-so- secret organization that uses power and tries to overwhelm the AG and eventually dictate the world.
It was no mystery that the man before me wasn't a part of the AG. A small chuckle escaped my throat but, luckily, he must've taken it as a gasp because he continued without hesitation.
"And I have called upon you to help for the sake of the future of the entire human race."
Like I ever cared for humanity. Or the future for that matter.
He carefully took out an exquisitely carved wooden box and handed it to me. Motioning for me to open it, it could only be one thing.
Inside was a disk stone with the etchings of a mighty bird. The bit beast. I took a deep breath and smirked.
"It's a bit beast. The power of these ancient spirits are unimaginable. We have reason to believe that the DarkMares are collecting these to try to start up a war. Thousands would perish if too many goes to those hands. I'm begging you. Would you do the Alliance a favor and collect these disks?"
Still smirking I took the disk out and place it in a leather pouch. He watched me carefully, not having any idea what I was doing.
I looked at him menacingly as my hand reached for the dagger I had hidden behind my back.. I could see the look of fear spread slowly around his face. the realization of it finally sinking in his brain.
He quickly reached for a rope that had a bell tied at the end, to signal the men outside of endangerment. But I was too quick and I managed to tie his mouth and hands tight with pieces of the cotton curtains I ripped in my room.
He looked at me as I pulled out the twelve-inch blade. I polished it enough that it could easily cause a man to be blinded by the intensive shine by any light. Right now, as if reading my intentions, it glowed with the same desire to be stuffed in deep flesh.
I kneeled down so I could see straight into his eyes. I dragged the dagger gently across his cheek, causing a small trail of blood to follow. Flinching, he mumbled something through the cloth. Though I couldn't understand, I imagine it was intense pleading and begging.
I looked at him, holding the dagger tip at his chest. His forehead was moist with sweat and his eyes widened at the position of the blade.
"I knew for three years what you planned. You fell for it like a sack of stones. Not so clever now. Are you?"
A look of complete shock dawned on his face. Wanting to immortalize the look, I pierced his chest and felt the soft puncture of his heart. Blood quickly gushed out of the opening and the body fell to the floor with a soft thump.
For a moment, I tried to remember every last detail from the scarlet blood as it spread over the wooden floors. When I was satisfied, I took some coins from the money drawer and place them in the same pouch as I did the disk. I didn't become to greedy because the weight of the coins would certainly slow me down.
"Help! Help!" I hollered.
Instantly, a tall lean man with a long face entered. He first turned to me but his eyes drifted to the body of his boss. I smirked. With a scream of fury, he jumped on me, holding a dagger just inches from my throat.
Then I felt his weight slowly getting off me. Panting, I acted like an injury had been inflicted upon me. Two men were holding the tall lean man by the arms, already accusing him for the murder of the boss.
"He did it! I didn't!" he said, pointing to me, then the dead carcass.
But the men didn't agree with the accusations." You were the only one left guarding the door and we just saw you attempt to kill the boy! How could it possibly be him?"
Limply, I got up and pointed at the man held up by the others. "I saw him burst through the doors and then stab him. He finally saw me trying to escape and almost killed me too!"
The man was shaking his head. "I didn't! I was framed! I was framed!"
I watched as he was carried off, most likely to be executed. When they were all gone, I brushed myself off and went calmly out the door. No way in hell am I going to stay in this place any longer.
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[Well how did I do? Is it disturbing? Funny? Stupid? Unbeliveably pathetic? Or all of the above? This chapter is mostly just for past references. Next chapter would be full of nothing but junk but the next chapter after that would be semi-shitty. (Me hab very low self-esteem ;_;)
My over-hyperactive saying of the moment: People say that life is a journey. My journey ends in me wearing a McDonald's uniform.
To bring authoress esteem down lower, press purple button.
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My name is Kai. I've picked the name myself because it described me. A short name but the kind that lives in your memory forever. No matter how much you try to scratch it out, it'll always be there, like a bad memory. Which I am to my enemies and also a few others, whom would remain anonymous. Kai. Now you'll remember it too.
Now that you know my name, do you want to know the person who it belongs too? If you want, maybe you're the kind of person who doesn't know what they want. They say that humans have a knack for choosing things that are often bad for them. Wealth. Power. Immortality. These things can mean so much for a moment, yet it can lead you to disaster and a doomed eternity.
But who am I to stop you from your own chaotic choices? If you're still listening to me, then I can never stop you. It's too late.
To start, I have no past. People might argue that everyone who was ever born has a history of some-type. Let me tell you one thing: those people have never met anyone
But if you want to know more details, ignoring the chills circulating throughout your body, then I shall continue. I have known no 'everlasting love', that I've heard so much about, that 'parents' seem to magically have once a child is born. I am a child of the night. In other terms, I am an abandoned orphan.
Of course, I was still a baby so I needed care. Don't begin thinking that I was innocent as an infant. By no account, I knew of my destiny. I knew why I was born the first moment I laid eyes on the dark cloths around me and felt the cold wind slipping through the folds.
Many would say I was born a loner. I'm not a liar, so I never denied it. The man that took me in was the original monster that the elders warn about. But they never knew what that they had described was real and a human being. Not just any monster, but so cunning and clever, you could be standing next to him and find you charmed by his manner. Though it may be too late, he'll strike without a warning and break you into pieces. Physically and mentally. And if you don't already know this, they're the most dangerous.
Fate had a sick since of humor. Tragedy also seems to be its lifelong companion. As the means for another cruel joke, it had chosen me to be raised by this rogue. So it must be. Who can defy the orders of destiny? No one can possibly escape its grasp though a few might try.
Have I ever had hope for someone to rescue me? Yes, I admit it. Like the fool I am, I have hoped all I could possibly can for anyone to take me away. Happiness was never mine for a long period of time. Love was nothing but a myth to me. Hope, the worst, can never save me now. And the beating thing in my chest? It grew cold a long time ago.
The man, master is what I had to call him, had looked inside my soul and grinned when he found out the soul inside me. He took me in and instantly trained me. My childhood was nothing but blood and bruises. "Its good for you," he would say, referring to the pain," the sensation is just weakness leaving you." Then he'll smirk again and I'll resume my training, still bleeding. Countless time I had fainted because of the loss of blood, and then he'll kick me and ordered me to get up.
He never allowed me to die. I can't begin to explain the things I would do to him then to me. But he was too sly; he knew what I was planning to do someday. So he kept a close eye on me. Though the threat of being hideously murdered would frighten some people, it was a sign of my progress to him.
What was I training so hard for? Why did I have to endure all of this torture? He never told me and I never asked. It wasn't one of my options to ask but there are other ways of finding out things you want to know. He should be more thoughtful I choosing an obedient servant rather then tough fighter. That was his only flaw. My only advantage I had against him.
It didn't take a lot to find out how to plan it all out. The problem was the right time. It took me three year to finally know his movements enough so I can search though his writings and letters. I finally came across some things that proved to be quite useful. First, he had planned to trick me into going on a little quest. Second, the mission was to steal powerful sacred spirits call bit beasts to give them to the master. Third, and this is the one I found most interesting, I was to be given my very own bit- beast to complete the task. Fourth, this wasn't a surprise, after the completion of the quest, I was to be murdered.
Most people would go into a spiteful anger and kill everybody in a blinded need for blood of those involved. I? I plan my sweet revenge carefully. Yes, I am angry. But why waste all that beautiful feeling on something so crude and primitive? Why not have a swift, sweet, and painfully slow revenge?
If I do go on a killing frenzy, the people who misread the situation would most certainly hunt me. I don't plan the rest of my life killing. It would most likely lose its power in a few weeks. I would not only kill him. But trick him also. A man like that would rather die a hundred times than admit that he was the one who was a victim.
And besides, I do want to control the power of my own bit-beast.
So it was decided. I waited my day when all the abuse and bloody cuts would be avenged. So patient I had been those last three years and so satisfied I had felt when it was done. The man had called me in, as a special request. At the word, I hastily confronted the master.
He looked at me, his face solemn, hiding his truest desire. If I had not known what his intentions were, I would easily be fooled. I waited, though, and stopped myself from trembling with anticipation. Instead, I put on my own facade.
He talked a little, looking pathetic and grim. I only listened to little pieces of the one-sided conversation; afraid I might burst out laughing at his stupidity. It included the apologies of treating me so bad and how he had changed now. And finally, the finale, he was dying and what his last wish was.
"All this time, you've never asked why but I knew you wanted to know. My boy, you are a special part of the Alliance of the Guardians."
Alliance of the Guardians? Was this the best lie he could make up? In this world, if you knew how to fight, you were either in the Alliance of the Guardians or the DarkMares. Alliance of the Guardians protects the innocent and fight for something called 'total peace'. The DarkMares is a not-so- secret organization that uses power and tries to overwhelm the AG and eventually dictate the world.
It was no mystery that the man before me wasn't a part of the AG. A small chuckle escaped my throat but, luckily, he must've taken it as a gasp because he continued without hesitation.
"And I have called upon you to help for the sake of the future of the entire human race."
Like I ever cared for humanity. Or the future for that matter.
He carefully took out an exquisitely carved wooden box and handed it to me. Motioning for me to open it, it could only be one thing.
Inside was a disk stone with the etchings of a mighty bird. The bit beast. I took a deep breath and smirked.
"It's a bit beast. The power of these ancient spirits are unimaginable. We have reason to believe that the DarkMares are collecting these to try to start up a war. Thousands would perish if too many goes to those hands. I'm begging you. Would you do the Alliance a favor and collect these disks?"
Still smirking I took the disk out and place it in a leather pouch. He watched me carefully, not having any idea what I was doing.
I looked at him menacingly as my hand reached for the dagger I had hidden behind my back.. I could see the look of fear spread slowly around his face. the realization of it finally sinking in his brain.
He quickly reached for a rope that had a bell tied at the end, to signal the men outside of endangerment. But I was too quick and I managed to tie his mouth and hands tight with pieces of the cotton curtains I ripped in my room.
He looked at me as I pulled out the twelve-inch blade. I polished it enough that it could easily cause a man to be blinded by the intensive shine by any light. Right now, as if reading my intentions, it glowed with the same desire to be stuffed in deep flesh.
I kneeled down so I could see straight into his eyes. I dragged the dagger gently across his cheek, causing a small trail of blood to follow. Flinching, he mumbled something through the cloth. Though I couldn't understand, I imagine it was intense pleading and begging.
I looked at him, holding the dagger tip at his chest. His forehead was moist with sweat and his eyes widened at the position of the blade.
"I knew for three years what you planned. You fell for it like a sack of stones. Not so clever now. Are you?"
A look of complete shock dawned on his face. Wanting to immortalize the look, I pierced his chest and felt the soft puncture of his heart. Blood quickly gushed out of the opening and the body fell to the floor with a soft thump.
For a moment, I tried to remember every last detail from the scarlet blood as it spread over the wooden floors. When I was satisfied, I took some coins from the money drawer and place them in the same pouch as I did the disk. I didn't become to greedy because the weight of the coins would certainly slow me down.
"Help! Help!" I hollered.
Instantly, a tall lean man with a long face entered. He first turned to me but his eyes drifted to the body of his boss. I smirked. With a scream of fury, he jumped on me, holding a dagger just inches from my throat.
Then I felt his weight slowly getting off me. Panting, I acted like an injury had been inflicted upon me. Two men were holding the tall lean man by the arms, already accusing him for the murder of the boss.
"He did it! I didn't!" he said, pointing to me, then the dead carcass.
But the men didn't agree with the accusations." You were the only one left guarding the door and we just saw you attempt to kill the boy! How could it possibly be him?"
Limply, I got up and pointed at the man held up by the others. "I saw him burst through the doors and then stab him. He finally saw me trying to escape and almost killed me too!"
The man was shaking his head. "I didn't! I was framed! I was framed!"
I watched as he was carried off, most likely to be executed. When they were all gone, I brushed myself off and went calmly out the door. No way in hell am I going to stay in this place any longer.
********************NOT THE END***************
[Well how did I do? Is it disturbing? Funny? Stupid? Unbeliveably pathetic? Or all of the above? This chapter is mostly just for past references. Next chapter would be full of nothing but junk but the next chapter after that would be semi-shitty. (Me hab very low self-esteem ;_;)
My over-hyperactive saying of the moment: People say that life is a journey. My journey ends in me wearing a McDonald's uniform.
To bring authoress esteem down lower, press purple button.