Devil -A history of Gaspard

Disclaimer: Maybe someday I will own the Dark Cloud series, but right now I don't. Trust me, if I did there would be a lot more Gaspard in it. Anyway, characters are their creation while this story happens to be mine.

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"THIEF! Get back here!" the baker yelled as he noticed a loaf of bread had suddenly gone missing from his stand.

"You'll have to catch me!" a little white haired boy yelled back as he ran off through the street.

The baker ran after him for a long while, until he had to lean on his knees and gasp for breath.

"Damn brat." He gasped as he watched the kid run outside the city limits.

Not even winded the boy looked back to see if he was still being followed. He smiled at having beaten him so easily. The baker in the last town had been a good deal faster.

The boy sat down under one of the shady trees scattered through out the area, pleased with himself and how much stronger he had gotten.

This was the life he led. It was all he knew anymore. Since his mother had left him, he had to go on his own. She had told him he had to go out and find something, but he had never figured out what.

"I guess I'll know it when I'll see it." He said to himself before bring the bead to his mouth.

"Did ja hear tha guys?" asked a tall boy sanding above him, "The kids talkin' to 'im self."

Three other boys chuckled.

"You got a name kid?" Asked one of them.

"Gaspard." The white haired boy answered and again lifted the bread to his mouth, but before he could take a bite, one of the boys snatched it.

"It's rude to eat in front of others," he laughed throwing the bread around like a ball.

"It's also rude to take people's food." Gaspard said as he stood up.

"Lot you'd know 'bout that. Ya stol-" he was cut short when he examined Gaspard closer. He had noticed his ears and the mark on his head. "You're a devil."

Gaspard could feel the anger being to burn, but pushed it down for the sake of his late mother.

"Yes. I'm a devil," he said keeping as cool as he could, "now, can you please just give me back my bread?"

"And feed a devil?" shouted one kid as the bread was tossed to him. "No way! We'll make sure you starve."

"Just give me back the bread!" Gaspard could feel himself getting angrier.

"Ay, we'll tak' em to the baker!" suggest one of the boys.

"Can we ruff him up a little first?" asked one of the bigger boys.

"'Course!" he said happily throwing the bread into the tree.

"Hey!" Gaspard shouted. The bread was stuck on a branch.

"Come on guys," said one of the smaller kids in the back, "let's just leave him alone. He looks like he's only 13." He kept looking somewhere behind Gaspard.

"So? He's a devil. You know what a devil is don't cha?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Sha' up 'lready! Jus' get 'em!"

They all moved forward expecting him to run, but instead he stood still, glaring at him with deep eyes.

One made the first lunge at him and got a fist in the stomach.

The second got his arm twisted back.

The third got kicked in the side.

The fourth knew better then to move.

"Son of a bitch." Muttered the first kid holding his stomach.

Gaspard's hatred flamed. He kicked rib making the boy cry out in pain.

"How could you take all of them?" asked the fourth boy, "At least two of us are twice your size."

"I get picked on a lot." The words came out bitter. They were too true .He could practically taste them.

The other boys had gotten to their feet.

"Your not a devil, you're the devil!" Said one backing away.

"Hope ya burn 'n hell!" yelled one of them as they went off running. Gaspard watched as all four of them went running.

"The boys were a lot stronger in the last town." Gaspard said to himself, a little cockily.

He started trying to climb up the tree. He wished the fourth boy would have stayed, he seemed nice, but apparently he had a poor idea of what good company was. He had reached the bread and picked the leaves off. It was dirty, but he figured that a little dirt never hurt anyone.

He looked back to make sure that the boys weren't coming back and saw a tall figure.

"I bet he was there the whole time," Gaspard thought fearfully, but to his surprise the figure started walking away calmly. "Did he see? But if he had seen it, he would have been running to the city or come over to me." He rationalized and sighed as he began eating his bread and after a while of trying to figure out what to do next, he drifted to sleep in the tree.

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Gaspard woke with a jerk, as he heard voices close by. But this time wasn't the boys. The voices were too deep and the leaves lit up with the glow of many torches. Gaspard held his legs close as the glow came closer to his tree.

"He wa' jus' under tha' tree." Said a familiar voice.

They were all gathered right under him. Gaspard hopped they were careful; the torch flames were very close to the leaves.

"We'll find him." Said an adult voice "Guilder was just searching for a demon-child. I bet it's the same kid. He may have all ready moved to another town. I'm sure you kids must have scared him to death fighting him."

"He wa' beggin' for mercy when we got don' with 'em!" The group laughed a little.

Gaspard may have cried, but his fear of them finding him wouldn't permit him to make any noise.

Much to his relief they started moving away from the tree, but he only realized why a second later. The leaves were starting to burn.

"Now look what you've done, Dave!"

"I wasn't paying attention."

"Ah well. Search the area! Try not to burn anything else."

Gaspard was desperately moving up the tree to escape the flame, but it was a fairly tall tree. If they would only get farther away he could jump down, but as close as they were they would hear him when he hit the ground. He kept climbing till he was too close to the top of the tree. If he moved any more they would see him! Some of the people were enjoying watching the tree burn from a distance, so he still couldn't get down.

But the flames were surrounding him now and he thought he may die from the heat before the flames could ever touch him.

He grabbed his legs again, closed his eyes and thought of how angry he was. He could feel the angry boiling in side him. It got hotter and hotter, so hot, he didn't notice that he was now consumed in the flames.

When the flames had consumed most of the tree, they began to die down. Gaspard knew they would see him, but he wasn't expecting the reaction he got.

"It's a monster!" One of the spectators yelled pointing at the tree. "A fire monster"

Gaspard's head shot up and looked around franticly for the monster. What he found was a red glow coming from his body and that he suddenly had wings.

"A fire monster! Get it!" yelled another one the men.

"Its me they are yelling at." Gaspard thought to himself. He looked at his claw like hands and his wings. "I'll just fly away!" He thought to himself.

He jumped down from the tree, but he fell with a thud. His wings were too small to fly.

The villagers gathered around him. Some had swords and guns.

Gaspard didn't know what to do. He started crying as two of the men slashed at him. He bleed fire and even though is whole body seemed to be a giant ember it burned him to have the fire flow out of him and down his body.

He began thrashing out in pain, screaming and crying. Balls of fire began emanating from his hands. He continued to thrash around throwing the fireballs in every direction, hitting people and foliage. Fires started in the trees and bushes and it only made Gaspard stronger.

He could had run away at that point and he would have been fine. Stories would spread quicker, but he could get away.

But he didn't run away.

Between the mixture of pain and anger, he was consumed in the desire to make them understand. To force them to feel what he was feeling. To destroy them.

He ran into the city. He was beginning to get control of the fireballs; despite how little control he had over his body.

. by the time he could control himself the entire city was in flames.

His anger had left and Gaspard watched in horror at what he had done. Even though he was back to his regular form, he could still create the fireballs. Now though, his blood ran red.

His whole body shook. "What am I doing?" he whispered looking at the fire he held. He looked around franticly and found a sword that someone had dropped. "I won't hurt anyone!" he yelled holding the blade over his head, wishing just to cut off his hand and end the whole thing. His body was too numb with power and pain to have even felt it.

"Hey, stop it kid!" A man said grabbing the sword from him. "What do you think your doing?!"

Gaspard looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Come on." The guy said grabbing his arm and they both took off running.

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