Well I would like to say to my reader this is my preludes to my (hopefully)
long running series "The Tangled World." These are here to show a bit of
the characters backgrounds, depending on what type of feedback I get from
these stories I will decide to keep going with this story or stop. I do
need as much feedback as I can get I wanna know what you like or what you
didn't like. There is also a form you can fill out to help me out creating
characters for my stories, plz fill it out if you think you have a good
character idea. I would like to say thank you to all who have read this far
I hope you have a good read and like what you see.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the business, products, songs, and etc. used in these stories; I only own the characters I make.
Prelude: 1.Demon or a Man?
We find ourselves starting this story out in a small backwater town in Arkansas, the town of "Hot Springs" to be exact. In a small bowling lane off the road "Central Bowling" our story begins. Strange sounds came from all around but much was to be expected at this time of night and at this sort of place. This was a small and simple bowling alley, if you walked it the door led to a small hall that led to the front desk and behind that the lanes themselves. If you came in and turned right of the hall, hooked another right you'd come to a small area to buy food and play music on the jute box. If you turned left first, hooked a left again you'd come to a small arcade with games from about three or four years ago. If you just took a left and headed that way you'd come to the bathrooms, at this point a very strange young teen is flushing his hot red face with water. He was in his late teens about sixteen, six foot with dark brown hair he was a cute little guy, when he wanted to be. He was wearing a simple outfit just a black T-shirt, some fading black pants and black ten shoes, he was angry and out of his wits at this point. A not so good day gone worse by bowling a ten-point game, having everyone laugh at him, cause he accidentally put his score card up on the main monitors.
He was fuming, still flushing his face with water, and trying to calm himself down. He decided it had been long enough the people out side must have forgotten and won't care about him, much as they always do, he sighed and walked out side. The tired little teen almost made it; he got to the hall thinking he was going to get out without a hassle. When he round the corner, came a roughneck guy that gave you the thought from looking at him "inbreeding" which might have been true. He laughed back to his friends deciding he'd make himself look good in front of them. He called to the teen "hey you, why'd you even come here, you suck at bowling, and you're not to good lookin', if you're tryin' to pick up someone". The teen sighed trying to calm himself, but this wasn't helping, the lights flickered a bit. When the kid didn't respond the redneck replied "hey can't you hear me talkin' 'bowy'" in his country accent. A low growl building up in his chest as this was slowly pushing him to his breaking point, a small bolt of electricity sparked out of the socket towards the kid but it only came out about a half an inch out, no one noticed it. The tall bully noticed the small growl and said "whatcha' gonna do, try and fight me you're to week to beat me" he had a good laugh looking back at his friends assuring them he'd get what he wanted out of this kid. At the other side a bulb blew up in the arcade, as the teen was about to snap. The ingrate knew all he had to do was push him once more to get him to fight him to make himself look like king of the lane as he took down, some kid that no one knew of cared about. The idiot made his last words to the kid makes sure it would hit him deep "why don't you just get out of here you're a loser, a nobody, no one knows you or cares about you, your nothin' but a worth..." At this the kid snapped and the lights flickered out and a song pumped on the jute box as this kid filled with adrenaline thinking about kicking his ass, it was "Slipknot's: Before I Forget". It was stuck on the course "I...am...a world before I am a man...I was a creature before I could stand...I will...remember before I forget...I...AM...A WORLD BEFORE I AM A MAN." The teen's short hair went strait up in one direction and turned a light azure color his eyes turned an electric gold. His shirt was seared off but electricity fling from now open light sockets, and plug, it came at him hungrily as if it wanted to be part of his body. He had his head hunched down huffing and puffing looking down, not quite in his mind right now. The lights flickered again, then a few more bulbs blew up as they turned back on the tall inbreeded man looked at the jute boxes about to yell at whoever put that song, but to his dismay no one was near the jute box. The jute box had been slightly charred from an electrical output. He turned and looked at the person standing that was standing not a few feet away from him. This wasn't the same person; no it couldn't be he thought to himself. The minnesinger man looked up and an evil look creped into his eyes as they reached the top of his sockets and raised his head with his gaze cackling. He had figured out he had done all of this some how. He sulked his torso over and came at the man without warning. His feet exploded off the ground his slack arms and torso failed forward in a corkscrew. The country boy didn't take this seriously he thought he could weather this attack. His mistake and it would be his last, as the deadly haymaker came at him his fingers arched. His fingers came about a half an inch away from his clothes, and then tore threw them and his flesh like a rag doll. Leaving huge gashes on his stomach chest and arm. The man with the azure hair flipped his torso; his body did a summersault, landing on his feet his back to the man. The changed man chuckled, he looked at his fingers to wipe the blood away but there was none. Before the teen could do anything else, the kid behind the desk pulled out a pistol to shoot. By the time the safety was off he flew out of the alley, at unnatural speeds. He was half way across town up the mountain standing up on the stone ledge at the parking lot. He said stating aloud "humph, no one will miss Zane Tortola." He darted off at his high speeds again.
Second Disclaimer: The references to "redneck, roughneck, country boy, ingrate, idiot, and inbreed", are being made by some one who knows about them I was born in the south so I would not like to hear completes from readers about me using these words and titles
Any question I would be delighted to answer them for you, as I stated in the beginning I would love to hear what you think about so far. Thank You for reading this far next prelude should be coming soon
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the business, products, songs, and etc. used in these stories; I only own the characters I make.
Prelude: 1.Demon or a Man?
We find ourselves starting this story out in a small backwater town in Arkansas, the town of "Hot Springs" to be exact. In a small bowling lane off the road "Central Bowling" our story begins. Strange sounds came from all around but much was to be expected at this time of night and at this sort of place. This was a small and simple bowling alley, if you walked it the door led to a small hall that led to the front desk and behind that the lanes themselves. If you came in and turned right of the hall, hooked another right you'd come to a small area to buy food and play music on the jute box. If you turned left first, hooked a left again you'd come to a small arcade with games from about three or four years ago. If you just took a left and headed that way you'd come to the bathrooms, at this point a very strange young teen is flushing his hot red face with water. He was in his late teens about sixteen, six foot with dark brown hair he was a cute little guy, when he wanted to be. He was wearing a simple outfit just a black T-shirt, some fading black pants and black ten shoes, he was angry and out of his wits at this point. A not so good day gone worse by bowling a ten-point game, having everyone laugh at him, cause he accidentally put his score card up on the main monitors.
He was fuming, still flushing his face with water, and trying to calm himself down. He decided it had been long enough the people out side must have forgotten and won't care about him, much as they always do, he sighed and walked out side. The tired little teen almost made it; he got to the hall thinking he was going to get out without a hassle. When he round the corner, came a roughneck guy that gave you the thought from looking at him "inbreeding" which might have been true. He laughed back to his friends deciding he'd make himself look good in front of them. He called to the teen "hey you, why'd you even come here, you suck at bowling, and you're not to good lookin', if you're tryin' to pick up someone". The teen sighed trying to calm himself, but this wasn't helping, the lights flickered a bit. When the kid didn't respond the redneck replied "hey can't you hear me talkin' 'bowy'" in his country accent. A low growl building up in his chest as this was slowly pushing him to his breaking point, a small bolt of electricity sparked out of the socket towards the kid but it only came out about a half an inch out, no one noticed it. The tall bully noticed the small growl and said "whatcha' gonna do, try and fight me you're to week to beat me" he had a good laugh looking back at his friends assuring them he'd get what he wanted out of this kid. At the other side a bulb blew up in the arcade, as the teen was about to snap. The ingrate knew all he had to do was push him once more to get him to fight him to make himself look like king of the lane as he took down, some kid that no one knew of cared about. The idiot made his last words to the kid makes sure it would hit him deep "why don't you just get out of here you're a loser, a nobody, no one knows you or cares about you, your nothin' but a worth..." At this the kid snapped and the lights flickered out and a song pumped on the jute box as this kid filled with adrenaline thinking about kicking his ass, it was "Slipknot's: Before I Forget". It was stuck on the course "I...am...a world before I am a man...I was a creature before I could stand...I will...remember before I forget...I...AM...A WORLD BEFORE I AM A MAN." The teen's short hair went strait up in one direction and turned a light azure color his eyes turned an electric gold. His shirt was seared off but electricity fling from now open light sockets, and plug, it came at him hungrily as if it wanted to be part of his body. He had his head hunched down huffing and puffing looking down, not quite in his mind right now. The lights flickered again, then a few more bulbs blew up as they turned back on the tall inbreeded man looked at the jute boxes about to yell at whoever put that song, but to his dismay no one was near the jute box. The jute box had been slightly charred from an electrical output. He turned and looked at the person standing that was standing not a few feet away from him. This wasn't the same person; no it couldn't be he thought to himself. The minnesinger man looked up and an evil look creped into his eyes as they reached the top of his sockets and raised his head with his gaze cackling. He had figured out he had done all of this some how. He sulked his torso over and came at the man without warning. His feet exploded off the ground his slack arms and torso failed forward in a corkscrew. The country boy didn't take this seriously he thought he could weather this attack. His mistake and it would be his last, as the deadly haymaker came at him his fingers arched. His fingers came about a half an inch away from his clothes, and then tore threw them and his flesh like a rag doll. Leaving huge gashes on his stomach chest and arm. The man with the azure hair flipped his torso; his body did a summersault, landing on his feet his back to the man. The changed man chuckled, he looked at his fingers to wipe the blood away but there was none. Before the teen could do anything else, the kid behind the desk pulled out a pistol to shoot. By the time the safety was off he flew out of the alley, at unnatural speeds. He was half way across town up the mountain standing up on the stone ledge at the parking lot. He said stating aloud "humph, no one will miss Zane Tortola." He darted off at his high speeds again.
Second Disclaimer: The references to "redneck, roughneck, country boy, ingrate, idiot, and inbreed", are being made by some one who knows about them I was born in the south so I would not like to hear completes from readers about me using these words and titles
Any question I would be delighted to answer them for you, as I stated in the beginning I would love to hear what you think about so far. Thank You for reading this far next prelude should be coming soon