You know this started out just as a what if though, what if Adam left the WF and started a flower shop in Vale? and it became this, how just how did I get to this?
"Our life is made by the death of others."-Leonardo da Vinci
Chapter 1:
Dark cold cave walls surrounded two people, two faunus, one barely and adult the other an older adult, snow was being carried in by a wind that picked it up and carried it from the far away entrance.
The older ones brown eyes blinked often as they were filled with shame, fear, surprise and determination, want to live. His arms holding a pickaxe shook it was unclear what made it shake, if it was fear, adrenaline or just the coldness of the cave. The man's clothing common for SDC workers while not in the best shape or quality at least was clean or as clean as a worker could have it.
The younger one's cold blue eyes only held rage and stared at the other older man, unblinking. His clothing was the same as the others, just smaller to accommodate his younger frame. A sharp rock clutched in his palm with such strength his fingers and palm had turned lighter in tone.
The youngest darted forward towards the older. In reaction the man swung his pickaxe horizontally, the younger dropped low to avoid the sharp spikes of the pickaxe, to him it was easy to dodge the attack of a untrained miner after all he had dodged a much more dangerous creatures consecutive attacks and killed it by the end, he tacked the others legs bringing them both to the ground, pining the other to the ground he reeled back the rock in his hands, striking down it soared towards the head of the others. It was intercepted by a hand which caught his wrist, a fist to the nose quickly followed by the fallen foe launching the youth stumbling back letting the older man stand up.
Blood dripped onto the stone floor below the youths' feet slowly forming a puddle as the youth held the nose with one hand other still clutching a sharp stone. A foot to the stomach soon followed, sending the youth sprawled on the ground, from the man. His vision blurred the youth did not recover in time to stop the fist that started to pound him from above a weight pressing him back stopping him from rolling away from the assault.
Many in a situation like this would find themselves falling into desperation, regret, fear for their live, begging, praying for their live to be sparred, but not this youth, all he felt was a burning ever increasing rage. With each landing fist it boiled hotter and hotter and the shadows seemed to get darker and darker with the flame that kept getting hotter inside him and his red heir brighter in the darkness of the cave, the older youth to desperate and focused failed to notice until the last moment when it felt like his fist hit not flesh but an invisible wall, dark red sparks coming of from where he hit, confusion on his face, soon washed away by a red glowing rock smashed into his head by the youngest.
Large amount of blood falling on to the youngsters' face and chest getting into his open mouth, that was breathing heavily, the metallic taste overwhelming his taste buds. The youth rose the wounds and bruises on his body healing with a red flowing glow surrounding them, still a bit disoriented he stumbled towards the collapsed body of the other with eyes trying to focus, but still full of rage he brought the sharp rock in his hand up, unnoticed to the youth a red glow focused around it, he brought it down. A sickening squelch of flesh being hit and cut and crunch of bone breaking filled the cave. Silence filled the cave for a second followed by a squelch as the rock was raised and brought down again, the movement was repeated with rage never subsiding over and over again. Who knows, after how many hits a red wave of anergy flowed out of the rock, as it was being brought down, onto the mutilated corpse crashing into it, the force flung the boy away.
The boy stumbled to his feet as the blinding from the red energy cleared, he only saw black petals dancing in the air around the cave. His breathing was still heavy as he started to stumble out of the mines tunnel towards the exit, laughter escaping his mouth and tears starting to flow down his face, the blood and gore covering him slowly also dissolving into black petals.
But the feeling remained and as the adrenaline subsided the memories of warm blood on his skin, the rock turning flesh into mashed mess and breaking bones, the shards of bone and pieces of mutilated flesh landing on him and the metallic taste of blood sent him over the edge as the youth threw up as he had not been allowed to eat much the vomit was mostly made up of stomach acid and left a disgusting taste in his mouth that just made him throw up more.
Recovering from that, the youth continued to stumble out of the tunnels. After ten minutes of walking a light flashed at him, a blinding white light.
The light of flash subsided bustle of the ending lunch rush in the streets in the city of Vale could be heard as a tall faunus man with red hair bull horns and a black eye patch stumbled of a stool witch he had been standing on to reach a potted Merigold plant to trim it painfully falling onto the ground
A quiet feminine voice spoke from just further away from the flower shop store front. The man was blinking away the black spots left by the sudden white flash of light at his eye.
"Oh no." the sound of boots hitting the payment as a brown haired faunus girl ran up next to him. "I'm so sorry I didn't think I would cause you to fall like this."
As his eyesight returned to him and with a helping hand from the girl the faunus stood up, standing full height, he unintentionally towered over the girl causing her to feel nervous as bad memories resurfaced.
"No worries." The man said as he rubbed his back. "At least tell me the photo came out good."
The girl's face instantly lit up as she looked down at the camera she grabbed brought out.
"Yes, it did, do you want to see it?"
She looked back up at the man and saw an emotionless face looking down at her dread overtook her as she remembered her teammates telling to always ask other for permission.
"I'm so sorry" She looked down while explaining herself in a distressed voice. "I should have asked of you if I could before taking the photo but I could not miss getting such a good shot and if I had asked you it would make you move and I might lose-"
The red haired faunus man chuckled, the girl looked up at him and saw he was smiling.
"Calm down and don't stress yourself that much you can take as many photos of me or my shop, the flowers in it and with or without me. I ain't gonna make any trouble over it."
The bunny faunus had a smile return to her face.
"Thank you."
The red-haired man started to walk inside the store he spoke up.
"And one piece of advice, try to keep your reactions more hidden. 'Cause they make teasing you seem so fun."
First part of his dialogue hid a coldness than went unnoticed by the girl her being distracted the joking nature of the second part. Pushing open the shop door he held it open and spoke while looking back at the girl.
"Now are going to come in or say that I have wrongly identified you as the girl Coco's teammate that she said would come to talk about the details for the flower arrangement for your Beacons dance."
"How could you tell?" She asked as they both walked into the shop flowers surrounding them from all sides.
"The description Coco gave was fairly on point."
"Uuh what did she say about me?" The man looked at her with a blank face his eye wondering over to her ears, which dropped down when she realized how dumb the question she asked was. "Yeah, she probably mentioned that I was a rabbit faunus with brown hair."
"Not exactly, what she said was the beautiful woman that often gets stuck in her own world when she sees something that catches her artistic spirit, one that is quite shy and has the cutes reactions when she gets embarrassed-" The man stopped as he heard the girls angry voice.
"Coco! Why do you have to take every possibility embarrass me before others?" The girl was grabbing her long rabbit ears and pulling them to cover her face. After bringing his arm in a fist to his lips to mask a chuckle behind a cough.
"What she also said while describing you was someone that has the most drive she has ever seen a determination to be the best that no one else could match a best friend she could ever ask for." As he spoke, he saw the girl loosen the grip on her ears and soon they rose back above her head.
"Thanks, but you don't need to cover for her like that."
The man chuckled, it was a low and deep chuckle.
"I'm not, I just retold how she had described you. Now before we begin getting into the details would you like some tea?"
The camera zooms out of the flower shop as the scene fades to black while overlooking the city of Vale.
End of Chapter 1.
"We don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace." – T.S. Eliot
Chapter 2
An ice tundra a monotone of ice and snow, any that tried to travel it by foot slow death by freezing, starvation or becoming the snack for grimm was the faith that awaited them, was all that could be seen in the lands across the Kingdom of Atlas. Sometimes this repeating view was broken when mountains rose out of snow, grey sheer stone replaced the icy ravines, forever frozen lakes and rivers and snowy plains, the mountains cold hard stone not a friendly sign to any that dare or are unfortunate enough to wander the accursed land of frost. The imposing stone of the mountain was not a friendly sign to the faunus workers of the SDC as it meant it was time to head to the grimm ever infested mining tunnels, at one such a specific mining worksite a sight that many would deem impossible was taking place and had been happening for a month prior already.
The young lady of the SDC learning how to use a blade a sight unheard of and if learnt to the wider world it would cause quite the shock to high society and the ladies reputation, a proper woman of high society would rather die than be caught sweating and swinging such a barbaric instrument, but that was not even the most shocking or worst of the sin being committed here. What was most shocking was who was teaching her a tall young man, -now that you already could call him this and not boy-, of clear faunus descent, the proof of this being evident by two horns protruding from his red mane of hair. The sight of this low status faunus giving instructions, showing how to perform the movements, sparring and talking as equals with the young lady would have given a shock even to the most open-minded of Atlas citizens, much less needs to be said of what the reaction of the top brass would be to this if new of it ever got out.
This day of training had one thing different from the rest as the young faunus after giving the instructions for the heiress rather doing his own practicing, had walked to a large rock and sat down. After sitting down, he had taken out a palm sized stone plaque out of his inner pocket and a carving tool, the man began to engrave letters into the stone. Slowly and carefully the man engraved the stone, his focus completely submerged in his task this lied both in the fact that he always gave his everything even to the littles task that held no bearing to him and in the fact of the usage of this tool and the action of carving stone not being a skill he was familiar with. What mostly caused him to focus on this task to even do it was the importance of the task, not to others, maybe even not to him and especially not in the usefulness of the thing being made, but he knew he had to make this even if his logical part of the mind saw this as a vein attempt at forgiveness. Something he knew he could not ask of, so all he could do was never forget and that was why he was doing this.
To the man focused on his work times was a concept that he would slip away unnoticed and many more would have slipped away if not for the impatients of the young heiress. Who after an hour and a half of practicing the rudimentary movements of how to properly swing a sword, the almost same thing she did all month as her teacher said the most important thing was to build a foundation so forcing her to do simple practice cuts, stabs and chains of movements rather than teaching the many fancy movements she had seen him do while fighting.
She was bored of doing the same and as she was practicing an idea came to her mind while she saw her teacher do a task that she was not let be privy on why her teacher was doing that. When her teacher was focused on his task, she had snuck up behind him to see what he was doing.
What she saw was not something of a lot of interest to her but still caught her interest. It was a simple task that he was doing, engraving names into a thin piece of flat stone, names that she did not recognize. For a second, she wondered if they could be his parents' names, but the thought was quickly to be proven false as she read the last names being put down on the stone and they did not match his. She remembered all the conversation they had and in none of them had she heard those names, while she could not say that she knew the history of the person teaching her well, she knew him well enough to know he did not ever do anything he deemed useless or unnecessary, but here he seemed to do a task that did not seem to hold any value. So, the heiress did the only thing she could do when a question she had no answer to arose, fallow her teacher's advice and that was to ask of other for answers or advice.
"What are you doing?"
The faunus focused on his work did not flinch or seem to react to the question most would have thought he was so focused that he did not even notice the question being asked or acknowledge the world around him. This was a reaction the heiress was familiar to, and it meant that she would have to wait for the answer, it was not for the fact that he did not hear her, but that he refused to break concentration and deemed the process of the task more important than answering her immediately. An answer only came as he finished putting down the letter that he had been working on at the moment of her asking it was a simple answer that would not satisfy the heiresses curiosity.
"Making a plaque."
"Why? What for?"
"To remember."
"Why would you want to remember them are those names tied to people you knew? Where they important to you?"
Looking down the faunus red hair hid the eyes from the heiress sight while he looked at the names engraved upon the cold stone.
"I do not know. I thought I knew them, but that was proven wrong."
The white-haired heiress sat down next to the man intrigued by the answer he gave as it seemed not even her teacher knew why he was doing this and that made her want to figure it out even more.
"They left an impression enough for you too want to remember them?"
Raising his head and looking off into the distance her teacher answered.
"Hmm, you could say that I don't think I'll ever forget their actions for as long as I live."
She smiled hearing the answer.
"So, they are important to you."
A long pause followed as her teacher mulled over how to answer.
"Maybe."
"Will you make one with my name to keep so you remember me after I go to Atlas Academy?"
The girls expecting eyes looked at her teacher who was only two years older than her but lived a life that forced him to learn a lot early in his life so he would survive. A smile appeared on his face as he looked at her and a simple answer followed.
"No." He chuckled as her face crumbled into confusion and a bit of anger.
"What?" She stood up from her sitting position and while looking down on her sitting teacher with a pouty face asked. "Why not?"
Calmy the young man answered.
"There is only one time a person should make these, and I hope for mine to come long before yours."
Another wave of confusion hit the girl as she wondered when the time would be. She was about to ask, but the faunus standing up from the rock and dusting the snow that had settled stopped her.
"And now that I think about should you not be training right now, not messing around?"
A laugh and a smile escaped her lips as she tried to come up with an excuse, but before the excuse could leave her lips. She was lightly hit over the head with the stone plaque.
"Ow."
A roll of the eyes from her teacher.
"Fallow me Winter, it seems you are to bored to learn properly, so we will spar and I will not be holding back so you see how important the fundamentals are."
She smiled, this was so much better than uselessly swinging a sword in the air and following her teacher, not knowing the hell that awaited her.
Many years later:
A flower shop in a city that could not be more different from Atlas and a land so not alike with it that you would almost call it the exact opposite in a small office separated from the shop with an entrance at the end of the shop. In a chair by the office desk sat a red haired faunus man leaning on to the table with a light shining down on a stone plaque he was holding in his other hand an electric dermal engraving on the stone, his focus on the work was as sharp as a blade. Leaning back, he took a wet cloth to wipe away the dust, admiring his finished work, opening a drawer one that had several other similar stone plaques inside. He carefully put it down inside the drawer, drawing back his hand. He was about to close the drawer when his eye was caught on by the plaque that looked like the oldest, dust and other filth had gathered on it, the names barely readable on it.
Taking one of his fingers he wiped over the surface revealing the first of the two names written on the plaque "Oak Amitola, Atlas; SDC camp 3, mine 13". The newest plaque that he just had put in had these names written on them "Oliver Frost, Vale city: Alley, Morning Street 45" "Hunter Blaine, Vale city: Alley, Morning Street 45".
Closing the drawer the man stood up from his chair turning off the light he left the office, but a somber and unhappy expression remained with him for the rest of the day even as he worked on his bellowed plants.
End of chapter 2.
"I hurt myself deeply, thought at the time I had no idea how deeply. I should have learned many things from the experience, but when I look back on it, all I gained was one single, undeniable fact. That ultimately, I am a person who can do evil. I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centered, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using come plausible excuse, inflict on a person I cared for a wound that would never heal." - Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
Chapter 3
"Move forward faster animal! Or you'll be left to be grimm food got it."
A gun barrel of a rifle was shoved into the back of a red haired faunus boys back causing him to stumble forward, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist the teen did not say anything, walking just a little bit faster down the tunnels of the mines. The group consisting of four SDC gourds and two other faunus miners, including the aforementioned boy walked down the mine's tunnels. The boy only recently joining the group did not have the information of what was happening only knowing that the power to the lights in the mines had gone out, wanting to find out more information started getting nearer to the two other miners and quietly asked them.
"What's causing all this?"
Each looked at him, one of them was a deer faunus, the other some kind of dog or canine. The dog faunus looked at the gourds being cautious not to be heard for it might get him a beating, whit an explanation for it being it was for bringing danger by being loud an attracting grimm, but the gourd did not react at all to the boy's voice that even in a whisper could clearly be heard by all in the tunnel, so the woman spoke.
"I'm not quite sure myself, from what I could tell a grimm outbreak in the tunnels of the mines. The gourds told us that the other worker from the mines were called back over the intercom, but our side had the power cut off, so they sent a few gourds to find and get as many as they could out."
"I see."
"You are lucky kid if we hadn't found you, you'd definitely be a chew toy for some grimm, the gourds just before we encountered you had a command radioed in to retreat with the worker they found as an even larger amount of grimm was detected approaching the mine from underground."
A gourd had finally gotten annoyed with their chatter and shouted at them.
"Hey! Stop wasting your time on chatter you might attract grimm with your voices and keep moving stop fucking slowing down!"
The faunus bit down the snarky responses that wanted to surface of the fact he was being the loudest and might attract more grimm than any of their whispering could or the fact that they only moved so slowly to match their speed because the humans were moving in a snail's pace as they could not see in the dark.
A few times they would hear the faint sound of grimm snarls or the shakes of grimm burrowing through the ground, but surprisingly after a half an hour of walking the group made it to the area that had electricity not cut off. Warning sirens were blaring loudly an only the red glow of the red warning lamps shone showing them the way, now because of the light the group could pick up their speed and not even ten minutes later they would be walking out of the mines into the clearing separating the mine entrance area from the small settlement surrounding it.
First what greeted them was the overwhelming white light of the surface robbing them of sight for those few moments their eyes spent adjusting. What the boy saw when his eyesight returned to him fully was a mass of gourds lined up at each entrance of the mine guns aimed and ready to fire, behind them miners were being corralled into packed a circle, to the side of them in a deployed medics tent, doctors, nurses and field doctors tended to both injured gourds and miners, the sound of tortured screams and pained moans constantly flooding out.
The boy and two other workers, after being checked for injuries were ushered towards the gathered workers, while the four gourds that had left them walked to make a report to who looked like the gourd captain in charge.
"You three stay here with the other workers don't do anything stupid got it, after the situation is cleared up or orders from up top arrive, we will deal with you then got it."
The gourd that led them here did not wait for them to respond as he instantly turned back and moved back to where the gourds defensive lines were set up to fire at the mines if grimm would pour out.
Being left in the group of faunus workers the red-haired youth could feel sticking to his skin the nervousness, worry and fear permeating from the group. The sound of several of the workers shouting the names of friends or family that had yet to return, out of the voices he could recognize several familiar ones, but he did not care as his mind was now focused on the fact how the blood that was covering his skin had disappeared, it did not make sense.
Suddenly someone roughly grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards them, it was a faunus woman, grey gecko like eyes looked at his icy blue ones. He knew her, she was shouting words while looking desperate, distressed and only now he realized he was so focused on understanding his thoughts what had happened to him he had mentally completely blocked out all sound as such he had not heard her at all, deciding to drop the previous events he returned focus on to the woman.
"What?"
"Adam, my husband Oak, you went with the same group as he and you always watched each other's backs. Where is he? What happened to him?"
That weary instance he almost blurred out 'I killed him.', but he managed to stop himself, for a single second he just stood there not understanding what almost caused him to say the truth, to do something so foolish. But after composing himself and placating his facial expression he spoke, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
"After the lights went out, we- we all ran back towards the mine exit, but he and I got separated from the group and- and" The boys' eyes looked towards the mines fear portrayed in them.
"No please don't tell me that he" She hugged her torso as tears started to form in her eyes.
"I- I'm sorry." His eyes looked at the ground. As the woman collapsed to the ground hands clutching her face as she wailed.
"NO! OUM WHY HAVE YOU PUNISH ME LIKE THIS!"
The boy watched as the woman lamented and bawled her heart out, with a face showing sympathy, but eyes cold and without emotion.
Soon his attention was distracted by the gunshots fired. Some grimm finally reached the surface and had poured out of the tunnels.
The boy frowned as a month spent lost stuck in the mine with those creatures rushed as a tidal wave, but the emotion which arose in him was not fear. 'It's not fear' the boy chuckled to himself while thinking that, no it was anticipation mixed with a dash of adrenalin and lastly a want to rip those creatures, that tortured his mind, to shreds.
That surprised even the boy himself, but he did not have long to consider it as movement at the edge of his eye got his attention. Time seemed to slow down as adrenaline rushed through his body, the faunus woman that he had just spoken was rushing towards the mine entrance. The boy coiled ready to break out in a sprint to stop her.
Cold blue eyes watched as the woman moving to his perception moved in slow motion inched closer to the dark mine, it would have been so easy for him to catch up to her, it would take him more than a moment to stop her. Breathing in he thought he had no grievances with her, but in the same way he was not entitled to save others from their choices or to make choices for them, so why stop her? it was her own choices to join her husband in death and heck she might even survive, if she is even half as willing to put everything into surviving like he was, after all she was leaving their daughter to be orphaned, if she does not return from it alive.
The boy relaxed, time returned to moving at normal rate. Some gourds and faunus workers shouted out for others to stop the woman, but all were too late to stop her as she disappeared into the darkness of the grimm infested mines, that none dared to enter now, to save a foolish woman's life, for a grimm outbreak was taking place.
As he watched the darkness, an indescribable feeling he had not felt ever before bothered him, thoughts of Oaks last words resounded the fathers desire to not leave his daughter alone in this world. The boy chuckled.
"You're the one to blame for this, only you Oak."
While the words were mocking the boy's voice was hollow lacking any spite or bite to them.
A tall faunus, was locking a door that led out of his shop to the alley. As he turned around taking final glances at the plant pots with flowers blooming that he had placed in the alley, his eye lingers a moment longer than the rest on purple colored one, his demeanor growing colder for that exact moment. Walking towards one exit of the alley he hears two pairs of legs approaching him, heading from the other side of the alley in a collision course towards him. As they get in an arm's reach distance a shout resounds from behind him.
"Stop! No sudden moves if you want this to end without you getting hurt."
The red-haired faunus stopped. a slight rise of the edge of his lip unseen by the assailants.
"Slowly take out your wallet and toss it backwards."
The red hair turned to face his two robbers. One held a pistol, the other a large machete. Raising his gun higher for intimidation the robber shouted out.
"The fuck you think you are doing, what did I say you to do!"
Not the least bit intimidated or impressed the man spoke back.
"No."
"What?"
"No, I do not think I'll be giving you gentlemen anything of mine on this nice evening." The man calmly elaborated more.
Anger evident in the robber's voice he spoke.
"You think this some sort of game fool, give us your money or you die."
"Listen, gents I am a peaceful man, I don't wish for anyone to come to harm. Aren't we civilized people that are above such simple acts of violence. So, I'm giving you an option that I advise you to take… leave, go back to your home's families, friends or whoever is awaiting you back home and I… I will treat this like it never happened. Does that not sound nice?"
The robber holding a gun scoffed.
"You see yourself as some sort of a jokester or a comedian. Should have joined a circus then, but I think a zoo would be more fitting for your kind."
A sharp exhale by the red hair as he spoke a bit more sternly.
"Now that comment was unnecessary and I gotta say quite insensitive of you."
"Oh, now the freak talking back to us humans. You know what fuck robbing you I'm just gonna put you down it be doing a service to the society one less of your kind."
The robbers' muscles began tensing to pull the trigger, but in the split second it would take to complete that movement, before the trigger could be pulled pure darkness that not even a faunus could see in consumed the surrounding alley and a wave of red crashed into the two robbers. They didn't have the time to react or feel the pain of their torsos being ripped to shreds as in the next second the wave of red dissipated and the darkness reseeded leaving in the ally only the fluttering in the air black petals, the faunus bringing his arm back towards himself from the horizontal swing he just did and two pairs of legs belonging to the robbers still standing but missing the upper half of the robbers bodies.
Two thuds resounded through the alley as they collapsed. A rustling sound from behind the large trash containers was a sound that drew the faunus mans attention, for a second he debated what to do, squatting down next to the pairs of legs left of the two robbers he saw a stray animal wander up to him from the other end of the alley it was a cat how ironic, while searching their pockets he spoke up speaking loud enough to be heard over the whole alley.
"Kitten, I will advise you to leave this ain't a place for you. *sigh* When I said I'm a man who dislikes violence I was not lying, but they had to go and force my hand. I… I gave them a chance, but they decided not to take it. That was foolish of them I must say, so now I will give you a choice." He found both of the would-be robbers' wallets out of them the man took out their IDs taking them with him he dropped their wallets on their bodies. "The choices are quite simple I will walk back to my flower shop as I have forgotten an important item of mine and in that time, I hope you have disappeared, as after I return, the same fate of these two will follow yours."
He took a step towards the shops door.
"Oh, and if you have any inclination to spill this to the cops or a heroic huntsman." He waved his hand as a wave of red energy shot out consuming the bodies, black petals again filling up the alley in place of them.
"No blood, no bodies, no cameras, no one to care for two lowlife's disappearing, so let me reiterate nothing is what you got on me and let me say this my lawyers ruining your life for attempted defamation will be not the least of your worries. I hope that is clear."
The sound of his steps, the unlocking of a door, it opening and closing on its own and then silence in the alley, than the sound of boots hitting the ground.
Five minutes later the man stepped out to the alley again now holding Wilt and Blush in one hand and a bowl with cat food in it in the next. He looked over the alley and the stray cat was still there waiting for it. Smiling he put down the cat food, petting the cat as it started to eat.
"I'm glad you were smart enough to understand the words were not meant for you. But now let's see if the other kitten was as smart."
There was a dangerous edge to his words, but surprisingly he placed his weapon down on a table standing next to the door to the flower shop that had plants placed on it who disliked direct or a lot of sunlight. He walked towards the dumpster where he heard a sound coming from and leaned to look behind it after seeing no one, he smiled.
"Good."
Walking back towards the table he picked up Wilt and Blush, he was about to walk off, but he stopped noticing the only blooming plant out of all that were on the table, he cupped the flower, the purple petals a stark contrast from his white skin.
"A Nightshade. We don't have the best past, don't we? But sins of the father should not be seen as the sins of the children." He crushed the flower in his hand as red lighting coursed around it, letting go only black dust remained in his hand that soon was scattered by the wind.
End of chapter 3.
I know this one's a weird one and that's done on purpose, basically each chapter would have been a story from Adams life at some point in time, the past or the present, each chapter being split between two parts one fallowing the past the other the present, not always in chronological order, each having something connecting them, but not whit the one event being recounted in the same chapter but in any of the chapters, some might connect the past with the past chapters some might fallow the events right after each other. Another thing about this story is it would have a not fully omniscient narrator and to a sense an unreliable narrator, as there would be chapters recounting some of the events happening from the perspective of others that would paint Adam and everything in a completely different light. Also, one major part of the story would have been trying with each chapter to change how the readers saw Adam making him into a villain, hero, antihero, anti-villain, a unfortunate man forced by circumstance to do good or bad things, a complete scum bag and many other and never giving a definitive of it. Yeah don't really know what more to say about this one just that it would have been weird and I imagine not for everyone taste.
Well that's all I wanted to say folks, hope you enjoyed it and till next time.