~ Hey this chappie is about Chaos/Adrik's past. Of course, it's in Chaos point of view. I figured I would clarify the chapter before this one. The recollection of past starts when you see this (~~~~~~~~~~) on the page, the recollection ends the same way. Thanks for the reviews guys. ~
Anna was curled up beside me, the sun's last rays played upon her fair skin. Sunset was coming soon, so the sky was crimson and orange colored. I stroked her hair, but I doubt she felt it; she was in a dead sleep. I look at her beautiful face and remembered my sisters. Pain runs through me when I remember their angelic faces. I decided to get up, I did not deserve to be near Anna. I deserved to be dead, but Silver would not hear of my death. I was a monster then and I still am now. At least I have a reason for killing now. Back then, I had no reason for killing my family.
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I sat silently and cried. My father had just left my room. I was bruised and even bleeding in some places. Why did he always beat me like that? Why did his anger get taken out on me? I was not the only one he beat so gruesomely, he beat my mother as well. She did not fight him, but I did. That's why I looked about ten times worse than her. I hate him so much. He is a stupid man. If he actually thinks I respect him, he is very wrong. The only time he'll ever get my respect is when he gives me respect. I doubt that will ever happen.
I hate my mother as well. She allows the beatings to happen. She doesn't say a word to him about it. I get up the morning after he beats me and she acts cheerful and bright. She couldn't care less about me. I have to work in my father's fields every day and then I get beat into a bloody oblivion. How was I supposed to work everyday if he beat me every night until I couldn't stand up? The only thing she said to me in the morning is, "Have a good day." Or maybe even, "Would you like some more eggs for breakfast?" I hate that woman so much.
My sisters earn my hatred for a different reason. They are spoiled. They get the most food, the most clothes, the most attention, everything. Except for beatings. They don't get the most of those. No, that position is reserved for me. My father adores them. Kalina and Chloe. Of course, he would adore them. When they are older they will certainly attract the eyes of a wealthy nobleman. More money for him. My sisters are so vain that I can hardly stand being around them. All they care about is their looks, and the looks of others. They call Aaron ugly constantly because of the dark shade of fiery crimson hair he has. He constantly gets burned, because of his fair complexion and red hair, when in the fields, but he does his work obediently anyway.
My brother, he is, perhaps, the only person in my family that I don't hate. He always looks over at me sympathetically when he catches a glimpse of a new bruise or wound. He is not evil like the rest of this family. I hope that no one ever changes him. He is usually very cheerful, he usually helps lighten my spirits.
Sometimes, I wish I could kill all of them. But, I don't think I could ever do that. I don't have the guts. So I'll simply sit in my small room next to this uncomfortable bed and cry.
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Those had been the thoughts of a seven year old boy. I had been hateful towards my family for quite a long time before I killed them. Anna stirred on my bed. I looked over at her and saw that the nasty gash in her side was still there. It reminded me of all the death I had created that day, when my brother was supposed to be away, off to town to get things for the house.
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I grabbed the knife from our family's shed. My father used it for hunting, but I would use it to kill all of them. My heart pounded in my chest. Was I sure about this? I shook with nervousness. The knife was dirty and dull looking. Blood from the last hunt my father had been on was present on the blade. I started to walk towards the house. I was ready, ready to end the pain and suffering I had went through. I opened the door and saw my mother doing the dishes. She would be the first to go. I ended her life quickly. Straght through the heart, just like I was taught. That's how you hunted, or at least that's what my father had told me. I saw horror in her eyes, right before they lost all the life they had contained. I couldn't stop now. I was already damned, so why not kill all of them?
My little sisters entered the room and started screaming. They were making too much noise for my liking. First, I cut off their pretty hair, the hair that they made sure was always shiny and beautiful. Then I ended their lives the same way I had ended my mother's life. A swift blow to their tiny hearts.
"What the hell are you doing?" My father practically screamed. I gave him an evil look and stalked over to him and stabbed him. I would not give him the same quick easy death that I had given the others. He deserved to have a long, painful death. I stabbed him about six times, until he fell to the floor. A look of horror and agony frozen on his face. I fell on my knees, their blood covering my hands. I screamed in agony and pain, for the lives I had taken and the lives, I now know, that I would take in the future. My brother walked in then and saw me screaming in the pools of blood with a knife in my hand. He was frozen in terror. God could not save my soul.
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I wipe away the tears these memories brought. I regretted every move I had made. After that my brother had me thrown in jail. I knew my fate would be death. I would either be stoned or hung, either way I deserved it. I deserved punishment, but Silver punished me in ways that I did not deserve. No one deserves to have their very soul taken away.
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I sat in the dusty old jail cell, listening to the quiet whispers of the townspeople. Some demanded I be stoned, others demanded a hanging. I would take either route. I went over and sat down on a wooden bench in my cell. I was ready for the fiery pits of Hell. I was ready for the Devil to claim my soul and burn me to ash. Instead, I had the Devil incarnate come to me. The man looked at me with his evil eyes that twinkled in the darkness, the moon showed his silver hair. I expected to see horns on his head, being the foolish man that I was. But there were no horns, no pitchfork. He smiled and showed his snowy white teeth that were as sharp as an animal's. He reminded me of a wolf, with his greyish silver hair and sharp, feral teeth.
"Adrik, what have you done? No, I am not the devil, but I am no angel. I cannot save your damned soul. I can give you punishment, however." I looked at him in horror. He walked towards me, an evil look on his pale face. I threw a punch and he slammed me into a wall. I kicked and punched and struggled, but this Devil in front of me looked uninjured. I had not even scratched him. He let out a laugh that made my skin chill to the point goosebumps formed on them.
"Don't be afraid of darkness. Let it envelop you, for it is warm and comforting." I resisted even then when his sharp teeth broke the skin on my neck. I cried out in terror, but no one was there to hear it. I felt my heart quickening it's pace until it stopped, but by that point he had shoved a cup into my hand and demanded that I drink from it. I had resisted the cup until he held my throat it his hands and forced the liquid down my throat. It was warm and made me feel light-headed. I felt my heart beat stop, after the cup was half empty. How could I still be alive then? When I asked myself this I fell into unconsciousness, but not before hearing the man's voice whispering, "Welcome to my world, Adrik."
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I will remember that moment forever. Anna is awake now and she walks towards me. My eyes are still filld with tears, and, of course, she notices.
"Chaos, what's wrong?" I looked over at her and shook my head. I didn't want her to know about my dark past. She seemed to take my answer, but she wrapped her arm around my waist in companionship. It was her trying to comfort me and I was grateful, yet I knew that I did not deserve that comfort.
~ Okay, I just want everyone to know that I am not psychotic. I swear. Anyway, if the killing scenes were a little much I'll fix it so it's not so....gruesome. Read and Review. Happy Hunting. ~
Anna was curled up beside me, the sun's last rays played upon her fair skin. Sunset was coming soon, so the sky was crimson and orange colored. I stroked her hair, but I doubt she felt it; she was in a dead sleep. I look at her beautiful face and remembered my sisters. Pain runs through me when I remember their angelic faces. I decided to get up, I did not deserve to be near Anna. I deserved to be dead, but Silver would not hear of my death. I was a monster then and I still am now. At least I have a reason for killing now. Back then, I had no reason for killing my family.
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I sat silently and cried. My father had just left my room. I was bruised and even bleeding in some places. Why did he always beat me like that? Why did his anger get taken out on me? I was not the only one he beat so gruesomely, he beat my mother as well. She did not fight him, but I did. That's why I looked about ten times worse than her. I hate him so much. He is a stupid man. If he actually thinks I respect him, he is very wrong. The only time he'll ever get my respect is when he gives me respect. I doubt that will ever happen.
I hate my mother as well. She allows the beatings to happen. She doesn't say a word to him about it. I get up the morning after he beats me and she acts cheerful and bright. She couldn't care less about me. I have to work in my father's fields every day and then I get beat into a bloody oblivion. How was I supposed to work everyday if he beat me every night until I couldn't stand up? The only thing she said to me in the morning is, "Have a good day." Or maybe even, "Would you like some more eggs for breakfast?" I hate that woman so much.
My sisters earn my hatred for a different reason. They are spoiled. They get the most food, the most clothes, the most attention, everything. Except for beatings. They don't get the most of those. No, that position is reserved for me. My father adores them. Kalina and Chloe. Of course, he would adore them. When they are older they will certainly attract the eyes of a wealthy nobleman. More money for him. My sisters are so vain that I can hardly stand being around them. All they care about is their looks, and the looks of others. They call Aaron ugly constantly because of the dark shade of fiery crimson hair he has. He constantly gets burned, because of his fair complexion and red hair, when in the fields, but he does his work obediently anyway.
My brother, he is, perhaps, the only person in my family that I don't hate. He always looks over at me sympathetically when he catches a glimpse of a new bruise or wound. He is not evil like the rest of this family. I hope that no one ever changes him. He is usually very cheerful, he usually helps lighten my spirits.
Sometimes, I wish I could kill all of them. But, I don't think I could ever do that. I don't have the guts. So I'll simply sit in my small room next to this uncomfortable bed and cry.
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Those had been the thoughts of a seven year old boy. I had been hateful towards my family for quite a long time before I killed them. Anna stirred on my bed. I looked over at her and saw that the nasty gash in her side was still there. It reminded me of all the death I had created that day, when my brother was supposed to be away, off to town to get things for the house.
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I grabbed the knife from our family's shed. My father used it for hunting, but I would use it to kill all of them. My heart pounded in my chest. Was I sure about this? I shook with nervousness. The knife was dirty and dull looking. Blood from the last hunt my father had been on was present on the blade. I started to walk towards the house. I was ready, ready to end the pain and suffering I had went through. I opened the door and saw my mother doing the dishes. She would be the first to go. I ended her life quickly. Straght through the heart, just like I was taught. That's how you hunted, or at least that's what my father had told me. I saw horror in her eyes, right before they lost all the life they had contained. I couldn't stop now. I was already damned, so why not kill all of them?
My little sisters entered the room and started screaming. They were making too much noise for my liking. First, I cut off their pretty hair, the hair that they made sure was always shiny and beautiful. Then I ended their lives the same way I had ended my mother's life. A swift blow to their tiny hearts.
"What the hell are you doing?" My father practically screamed. I gave him an evil look and stalked over to him and stabbed him. I would not give him the same quick easy death that I had given the others. He deserved to have a long, painful death. I stabbed him about six times, until he fell to the floor. A look of horror and agony frozen on his face. I fell on my knees, their blood covering my hands. I screamed in agony and pain, for the lives I had taken and the lives, I now know, that I would take in the future. My brother walked in then and saw me screaming in the pools of blood with a knife in my hand. He was frozen in terror. God could not save my soul.
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I wipe away the tears these memories brought. I regretted every move I had made. After that my brother had me thrown in jail. I knew my fate would be death. I would either be stoned or hung, either way I deserved it. I deserved punishment, but Silver punished me in ways that I did not deserve. No one deserves to have their very soul taken away.
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I sat in the dusty old jail cell, listening to the quiet whispers of the townspeople. Some demanded I be stoned, others demanded a hanging. I would take either route. I went over and sat down on a wooden bench in my cell. I was ready for the fiery pits of Hell. I was ready for the Devil to claim my soul and burn me to ash. Instead, I had the Devil incarnate come to me. The man looked at me with his evil eyes that twinkled in the darkness, the moon showed his silver hair. I expected to see horns on his head, being the foolish man that I was. But there were no horns, no pitchfork. He smiled and showed his snowy white teeth that were as sharp as an animal's. He reminded me of a wolf, with his greyish silver hair and sharp, feral teeth.
"Adrik, what have you done? No, I am not the devil, but I am no angel. I cannot save your damned soul. I can give you punishment, however." I looked at him in horror. He walked towards me, an evil look on his pale face. I threw a punch and he slammed me into a wall. I kicked and punched and struggled, but this Devil in front of me looked uninjured. I had not even scratched him. He let out a laugh that made my skin chill to the point goosebumps formed on them.
"Don't be afraid of darkness. Let it envelop you, for it is warm and comforting." I resisted even then when his sharp teeth broke the skin on my neck. I cried out in terror, but no one was there to hear it. I felt my heart quickening it's pace until it stopped, but by that point he had shoved a cup into my hand and demanded that I drink from it. I had resisted the cup until he held my throat it his hands and forced the liquid down my throat. It was warm and made me feel light-headed. I felt my heart beat stop, after the cup was half empty. How could I still be alive then? When I asked myself this I fell into unconsciousness, but not before hearing the man's voice whispering, "Welcome to my world, Adrik."
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I will remember that moment forever. Anna is awake now and she walks towards me. My eyes are still filld with tears, and, of course, she notices.
"Chaos, what's wrong?" I looked over at her and shook my head. I didn't want her to know about my dark past. She seemed to take my answer, but she wrapped her arm around my waist in companionship. It was her trying to comfort me and I was grateful, yet I knew that I did not deserve that comfort.
~ Okay, I just want everyone to know that I am not psychotic. I swear. Anyway, if the killing scenes were a little much I'll fix it so it's not so....gruesome. Read and Review. Happy Hunting. ~
