The books that I had read before I had left the village always depicted war as one side with only the enemy and the other side charging towards them or both charging at each other. A real battle is not like that

Once I had left the camp to go to the battlefield, which was really only about 100 yards away, I had immediately seen the what was happening. It was muddy, not a flower in sight. The ground the color of red. It was already filled with dead bodies. Cut open, heads chopped off, limbs torn, gore everywhere I looked. You could barely tell who was who. It was hard to run straight through when having to jump over them every yard or so.

My vision turned red. I saw everything and nothing. Run, jump, duck, dodge, swing, and repeat. I try to kill in one hit. When I came to, I saw a circle of dead bodies. I try not to look at the faces. To us, the enemy is the enemy. Not anyone else, they don't have faces, families, jobs, wives, children, nothing. In war, you cant have those emotions. It'll drive you crazy.

As I leave the circle, I see one of my comrades in trouble. He is fighting a burly man about 6 feet and muscular. I start to run towards him and just as I get there, he gets cut down by the big mans ax.

"What are you doing here kid? Your no match for me. This is mans war, you best be headin' yourself ho-"

My vision turned red as I lost myself to the anger and pain and frustration. He didn't get a chance to finish as I ran and jumped up to fast for him to lift his heavy ax and cut off his head. I felt a great satisfaction. The bigger ones always find themselves cocky, but in the end they're the ones to fall the hardest.

I look around while bending down to check the big ones pockets for anything valuable. I feel joy when I find dried beef in one of his pockets and a good dagger in his sleeve. I chew on some of the beef while I check in the soldiers pockets to find if there is anything valuable in his. I cant let anything go to waste. Food is dwindling and getting harder to find.

I leave the dead soldier and the enemy behind to look for more enemy soldiers and pick up some food from the surrounding bodies. Most of the soldiers are already out farther ahead, attacking one of the enemy camps. Probably to take more food and supplies. I decide to head back to camp when I notice that they are just killing the innocents. I prefer to fight someone who can fight back. I pick up some weapons on my way back to keep in my tent. None can never have to many weapons.

I get to the camp and greet some of the civilians on my way back. I may seem heartless, but I only state facts. I would save anyone if I saw that they had a chance. If they are dying I close off my emotions and leave them be to enjoy their last moments. If their dead they don't need what they have, so may as well not let them go to waste. I am glad to protect these innocents and I will do anything in my power to keep them from meeting death.

I set down my new supplies and lie down for a quick nap.

"Your worthless!"

"Monster!"

"Your not my child!"

"I wish you were never born!"

"Get out!"

"Kill him!"

No

"You shouldn't be alive"

"You'll never be loved"

"You can't even stop crying and your supposed to be the almighty warrior!"

No!

"You killed your own mother!"

NO!

I pull out of my nightmare sweating and panting and even more tired than before. I always get these nightmares after a battle. It's a continuous cycle- have nightmares, take out my frustration during a battle, have more nightmares over and over and over. It gets worse and I get less sleep this way, but the only way I can feel any satisfaction is if I fight it out. If I don't I'm afraid that I'll explode.

"AAAGGGGHHHH!"

"You KILLED her!"

"Beast!"

"Kill the monster!"

I didn't mean too kill her! It just took over!

Never again

I want let that happen again. That's the true reason I do this, to get rid of the monster inside of me. We Everborn are born with great abilities. With it comes a great curse.

I can't stop killing

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Man that was pretty good for me. I know there short chapters, but they will get longer as I develop a solid plot in this story. When it gets rolling it will get better. Now I'm thinking of drawing pictures for this story or if anyone else wants to the can and are welcome to whatever. Before I forget, the time period is the "olden times" before guns and weapons like that were invented. In the next chap or the one afterwards, we're going to meet someone from the hitman reborn series. Yeah! Well review please because they motivate me :D

-Killerninjaz