Hey everyone this is my first posted fanfic. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa! *cough cough*
ne way.... okay so i hope that you all enjoy my story and have fun reading
it. I'm open for ideas and I would love it if you could r&r ya know? cause
whats the use in writing something that no ones reading? It's just wasting
my time and yours so lets get the show on the road!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lisiegurl:Kenshin could you please do us the honers of saying the disclamer?
Kenshin: Of coarse I'll do the disclamer, that I will.
Sano: hey why does Kenshin get to do it?!
Yahiko: ya I want to do it too.
Kenshin: thats okay, you guys can do it.
Sano: great okay so the disclamer is we're not...
Yahiko: hey kenshin said that I could do it!
Sano: your too young kid
Yahiko: who are you calling a kid?!
*smack down going on in the backround*
Kaoru: well I guess that means I have to do the disclamer.
*heads pop up from the dust cloud in background*
both shout: oh no you're not!
Kaoru: oh yes I am!
Sano: hey now there's only one way to solve this
*get into a circle*
everyone: rock, paper, scissors!
*sano and yahiko hold out rock, while kaoru holds out paper*
Kaoru: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sano: oh great...
Yahiko: not ugly!
Kaoru: what did you say?!
Kenshin: okay Lisiegurl does not own Ruroni Kenshin or Samuri X. We're just here to entertain you on our free time and not get any type of payment from any of the readers, that we are. So please don't sue, because Lisiegurl doesn't have any money. She's totally broke. Absolutely none. Zip. Zero. Zilch....
Lisegurl: hey you don't have to rub it in my face.
Kenshin: oh sorry, I got a little carried away there.hehe
Lisiegurl:a little...well there you have it.
Kaoru: hey I was suppose to do it.
Lisiegurl: ya well you took too long.
*Kaoru pouts*
Lisiegurl:Okay like I was saying...oh nevermind...
*sighs*
Kenshin: hey where's sano and yahiko?
Lisiegurl: oh not again....
*runs out of bedroom*
Chiem Soul
prologue
Pain. it's everywhere. I've got to escape... gotta escape this pain. Leave it to my past. But I can never truely leave my past, can I? I'm bound to an endless killing. The Destroyer. I am the Destroyer. Ironic really. I'm stuck in my past, yet I remember only that of the pain. Nothing more. No childhood. Just pain. My father. I don't remember much of my mother. Yet my father, if he even really is that, was and still is my pain. I can still hear his haunting words in my head. 'You're nothing. You discusting excuse for a human. You killed your own mother. How does it feel, to know you're a killer. You deserve to die...' His voice is always echoing throughout my head. With every word he says, I get tormented with guilt. Every word stings much like the lashings I get on my back every night. Only alot worse. My heart is dead and my soul is being scarred with every word that is said. With every hit, my spirit crumbles little by little. I've tried running. But they would always catch up with me.
I'm collared like an animal. Its used for both tracking and choking. Both normal and deadly at the same time. I find it to be a curse, yet the elders find it to be a blessing. Whenever I run they can follow. They use me as a tool. As a destroying machine. That's what the people of this time call me. We have long sence discovered time travil, yet it's highly top secret.
My father works with the elders. There use to be others like me, yet they weren't born this way. They were expirimented on. Their goal... to be just like me. As strong as me. As deadly as me. Thats impossible. I was born in this century of chaos. Hard to believe that people of this era and age are still destroying as they once did. People of this century, 2085, still destroying one another like it was nothing. Probably even worse than back in the past. Killing has become a natural thing in this era. Its sad really. Yet who am I to say such things? I am the Destroyer after all. But there's one thing that very few know. It's not my choice.
It's not my choice to kill. I'm but a puppet who works for the puppeteer. It's funny really. I don't know who is the real controller. The collar on my neck also has another job. It's pretty much the strings of the puppet... you get what I mean? I'm controlled because of that simple cursed collar.
But even that has its certain restrictions. In fact, it has quite a cupple. There are very few things I can do. But through some experiances, I've learned that the tracker only works if its reacts to certain actions that I do. The main action that reacts it is if I use my... how do I say this?...I wont say powers because it sounds to wrong. How about...unnatural abilities...mystical abilities...well you get the point. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I was born different. A freak. Mutant. Witch. All of these are names for me. The problem is, is that I don't know what my true name is. I wish I did. But no matter how hard I try to remember, I just can't. It's wierd. I have a name but it feels like its not mine in any way. Like I had a life before with my own name, my own family, my own love. But no matter how hard I try, I just can't remember.
So now I'm here. In the middle of a battle field or whats left of one. My body once again controling myself to witness what my own destruction has done to the world. Once again I'm here mourning for those who I have killed. For those who I have released of their own lives. To go to either a better place or a worse one. And you know what, it hurts. It hurts to know that they have left so easily. Where as I am stuck in a living hell for as long as this tattored and blood stained body can take. I wish to repent, yet there is no way how for a person of death and destruction, like me, can. It hurts. To know that I'm stuck here and can not leave this place. To not be able to be killed. Luckily for me, I believe that for a person to kill themself is a cowards way out of life.
Life. That precious thing that a human choses to either give or take away. I wish to give, yet I take away. I wish to live, yet I'm truely dieing on the inside. The physical pain is nothing compared to what eats my soul day in and day out. Repent. If I could do it, I would. There has to be a way. Let these tears of mine show how much pain I feal and show my repentance to those who I have taken from. Please let these prayers of mine help repent for me. Let this lowly life of mine repent and use all that is left of my strength to do that of which needs to be done. To protect, not kill. To help, not hurt. To bring live, not take it away.
Maybe I can even find someone that has a relation or understanding of what I'm going through or what I have gone through. Someone who has already done what I wish to do. If I escape I will become a ruroni. I would be able to be myself. If I even know how I truely act. I believe it would be quite the experiance. I hope I'm not truely as bad as people say. When that time comes, I'll find out on my own. For now, I go back to my prison. Go back to hiding my true self, which I know nothing about, behind this mask of the Destroyer.
But first things first. Escape. I must escape from this place. In order to change my life, I must leave this behind. Fight. I need to fight for what's left. With my soul sword and I, there is nothing that can stop me. My soul is scarred. My spirit bleeding. My heart breaking. My body tattered and torn. Yet I still live on. For those who I have taken from. Those who I have hurt. For those I can save.
Who am I? I am the freak. I am the Destroyer. I am Chiem with the chiem soul...
End.
A/N Okay so what did you guys think? Did you like it? Hate it? Please remember that this is my first fanfic and that if your gonna flame tell me what I'm doing wrong and not just say that I'm full of $@%*^) and all that other yummy hot salsa that can burn me but tast soooo good to you. Okay that was wierd. ne way....o ya, chiem is pronounced (chee-um) and it means blood in cambodian. Gots to give my props to my sista angie for that. love ya sis!) okay and later you'll find out that the persons name is chiem. And I'll give you more info. on that stuff as the story progresses. Listen I'm really sorry that I didn't get any Kenshin stuff into this chapter, but you must remember that this it just the prologue and that if I didn't write any of this and just jumped into my story, then you'd be sooooooo confused. Oh and I was thinking to make it a Chi/Ken. so tell me what you guys think of that or should I make it Kao/Ken? Well give me feed back on that one. okay thanks. Oh and please, please, please r&r cause like I said before I don't like to waste my time. If I know that at least one person is reading my story and liking it then I will continue. Okies. Love ya lots my readers. No sure update but I will try to write during my 5 hours of history for summer school. LoL You can also reach me at lisiegurl@hotmail.com but you got to put the subject on your email otherwise I just delete it as junk mail. K. Laters.
Ja ne.
Lisiegurl:Kenshin could you please do us the honers of saying the disclamer?
Kenshin: Of coarse I'll do the disclamer, that I will.
Sano: hey why does Kenshin get to do it?!
Yahiko: ya I want to do it too.
Kenshin: thats okay, you guys can do it.
Sano: great okay so the disclamer is we're not...
Yahiko: hey kenshin said that I could do it!
Sano: your too young kid
Yahiko: who are you calling a kid?!
*smack down going on in the backround*
Kaoru: well I guess that means I have to do the disclamer.
*heads pop up from the dust cloud in background*
both shout: oh no you're not!
Kaoru: oh yes I am!
Sano: hey now there's only one way to solve this
*get into a circle*
everyone: rock, paper, scissors!
*sano and yahiko hold out rock, while kaoru holds out paper*
Kaoru: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sano: oh great...
Yahiko: not ugly!
Kaoru: what did you say?!
Kenshin: okay Lisiegurl does not own Ruroni Kenshin or Samuri X. We're just here to entertain you on our free time and not get any type of payment from any of the readers, that we are. So please don't sue, because Lisiegurl doesn't have any money. She's totally broke. Absolutely none. Zip. Zero. Zilch....
Lisegurl: hey you don't have to rub it in my face.
Kenshin: oh sorry, I got a little carried away there.hehe
Lisiegurl:a little...well there you have it.
Kaoru: hey I was suppose to do it.
Lisiegurl: ya well you took too long.
*Kaoru pouts*
Lisiegurl:Okay like I was saying...oh nevermind...
*sighs*
Kenshin: hey where's sano and yahiko?
Lisiegurl: oh not again....
*runs out of bedroom*
Chiem Soul
prologue
Pain. it's everywhere. I've got to escape... gotta escape this pain. Leave it to my past. But I can never truely leave my past, can I? I'm bound to an endless killing. The Destroyer. I am the Destroyer. Ironic really. I'm stuck in my past, yet I remember only that of the pain. Nothing more. No childhood. Just pain. My father. I don't remember much of my mother. Yet my father, if he even really is that, was and still is my pain. I can still hear his haunting words in my head. 'You're nothing. You discusting excuse for a human. You killed your own mother. How does it feel, to know you're a killer. You deserve to die...' His voice is always echoing throughout my head. With every word he says, I get tormented with guilt. Every word stings much like the lashings I get on my back every night. Only alot worse. My heart is dead and my soul is being scarred with every word that is said. With every hit, my spirit crumbles little by little. I've tried running. But they would always catch up with me.
I'm collared like an animal. Its used for both tracking and choking. Both normal and deadly at the same time. I find it to be a curse, yet the elders find it to be a blessing. Whenever I run they can follow. They use me as a tool. As a destroying machine. That's what the people of this time call me. We have long sence discovered time travil, yet it's highly top secret.
My father works with the elders. There use to be others like me, yet they weren't born this way. They were expirimented on. Their goal... to be just like me. As strong as me. As deadly as me. Thats impossible. I was born in this century of chaos. Hard to believe that people of this era and age are still destroying as they once did. People of this century, 2085, still destroying one another like it was nothing. Probably even worse than back in the past. Killing has become a natural thing in this era. Its sad really. Yet who am I to say such things? I am the Destroyer after all. But there's one thing that very few know. It's not my choice.
It's not my choice to kill. I'm but a puppet who works for the puppeteer. It's funny really. I don't know who is the real controller. The collar on my neck also has another job. It's pretty much the strings of the puppet... you get what I mean? I'm controlled because of that simple cursed collar.
But even that has its certain restrictions. In fact, it has quite a cupple. There are very few things I can do. But through some experiances, I've learned that the tracker only works if its reacts to certain actions that I do. The main action that reacts it is if I use my... how do I say this?...I wont say powers because it sounds to wrong. How about...unnatural abilities...mystical abilities...well you get the point. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I was born different. A freak. Mutant. Witch. All of these are names for me. The problem is, is that I don't know what my true name is. I wish I did. But no matter how hard I try to remember, I just can't. It's wierd. I have a name but it feels like its not mine in any way. Like I had a life before with my own name, my own family, my own love. But no matter how hard I try, I just can't remember.
So now I'm here. In the middle of a battle field or whats left of one. My body once again controling myself to witness what my own destruction has done to the world. Once again I'm here mourning for those who I have killed. For those who I have released of their own lives. To go to either a better place or a worse one. And you know what, it hurts. It hurts to know that they have left so easily. Where as I am stuck in a living hell for as long as this tattored and blood stained body can take. I wish to repent, yet there is no way how for a person of death and destruction, like me, can. It hurts. To know that I'm stuck here and can not leave this place. To not be able to be killed. Luckily for me, I believe that for a person to kill themself is a cowards way out of life.
Life. That precious thing that a human choses to either give or take away. I wish to give, yet I take away. I wish to live, yet I'm truely dieing on the inside. The physical pain is nothing compared to what eats my soul day in and day out. Repent. If I could do it, I would. There has to be a way. Let these tears of mine show how much pain I feal and show my repentance to those who I have taken from. Please let these prayers of mine help repent for me. Let this lowly life of mine repent and use all that is left of my strength to do that of which needs to be done. To protect, not kill. To help, not hurt. To bring live, not take it away.
Maybe I can even find someone that has a relation or understanding of what I'm going through or what I have gone through. Someone who has already done what I wish to do. If I escape I will become a ruroni. I would be able to be myself. If I even know how I truely act. I believe it would be quite the experiance. I hope I'm not truely as bad as people say. When that time comes, I'll find out on my own. For now, I go back to my prison. Go back to hiding my true self, which I know nothing about, behind this mask of the Destroyer.
But first things first. Escape. I must escape from this place. In order to change my life, I must leave this behind. Fight. I need to fight for what's left. With my soul sword and I, there is nothing that can stop me. My soul is scarred. My spirit bleeding. My heart breaking. My body tattered and torn. Yet I still live on. For those who I have taken from. Those who I have hurt. For those I can save.
Who am I? I am the freak. I am the Destroyer. I am Chiem with the chiem soul...
End.
A/N Okay so what did you guys think? Did you like it? Hate it? Please remember that this is my first fanfic and that if your gonna flame tell me what I'm doing wrong and not just say that I'm full of $@%*^) and all that other yummy hot salsa that can burn me but tast soooo good to you. Okay that was wierd. ne way....o ya, chiem is pronounced (chee-um) and it means blood in cambodian. Gots to give my props to my sista angie for that. love ya sis!) okay and later you'll find out that the persons name is chiem. And I'll give you more info. on that stuff as the story progresses. Listen I'm really sorry that I didn't get any Kenshin stuff into this chapter, but you must remember that this it just the prologue and that if I didn't write any of this and just jumped into my story, then you'd be sooooooo confused. Oh and I was thinking to make it a Chi/Ken. so tell me what you guys think of that or should I make it Kao/Ken? Well give me feed back on that one. okay thanks. Oh and please, please, please r&r cause like I said before I don't like to waste my time. If I know that at least one person is reading my story and liking it then I will continue. Okies. Love ya lots my readers. No sure update but I will try to write during my 5 hours of history for summer school. LoL You can also reach me at lisiegurl@hotmail.com but you got to put the subject on your email otherwise I just delete it as junk mail. K. Laters.
Ja ne.