Outcasts Record: Death and Rebirth
Nov 1, 2016 18:07:08 GMT -5
Post by ★ Lightning Shade ★ on Nov 1, 2016 18:07:08 GMT -5
(Okay, before we start, I know this is very rough. This is just a draft. I also am aware there is no setup to the intro. One last thing, PLEASE don’t question the logic. Or lack of logic in this case. Because in this story, there really isn’t much.)
Chapter One: The Harsh Beginning
“Stay away!” Stoj yelled. “Just leave me alone already!” He was cornered by a caretaker in a cheap orphanage. He wore a black hoodie and black pants. The hood was above his jet black hair as he shielded his broken skull with his scarred hands. He was curled up into a ball, sitting on the cold, wooden floor, his back pressed on the stone wall. It was August 6, 1948, Stoj’s 5th Birthday.
“I can’t.” The caretaker said. “You’re my responsibility. I can’t just ignore the fact that you’ve been cutting yourself for three years! You need to understand that cutting yourself is not good and I will go by any means to stop you from hurting yourself!”
“Why won’t you listen..? I said…” Stoj reached out to a nearby nightstand and wrapped his fingers around a red pocket knife resting on the table. “Leave me alone!” He lunged a the caretaker and stabbed her throat. The caretaker died instantly. Stoj took the knife out of her neck. It was stained with red. Stoj stood up and dropped the knife. “No… nonononono…” He dropped the knife and tool a few steps back.
Stoj suddenly decided to run out the door. “Why does this world hate me so much?” He asked himself as he vanished into the forest. Stoj tripped over a root, but got back up and continued running. All he wanted to do was to get as far as possible from anyone. If somebody found out what he did, he would be in deep trouble. But he didn’t really care about that much. All he wanted to do was to run. To run from everyone. He hated people. He hated people for what they did.
“I smell blood…” A creepy, almost demonic voice whispered in the depths of the forest as Stoj’s footsteps echoed across the endless amounts of pines. “The blood of a child… the tastiest. Oh, it’s just so satisfying to hear their adorable cries. It just makes me… so hungry… It is just around lunch time…” A demon burst out of the bushes and started flying towards Stoj.
Stoj really didn’t notice the demon as he continued running, his depressing thoughts crashing through his head. He soon burst out of the forest and opened his eyes. He saw a dark green, metallic wall. The gigantic wall was used to trap citizens in the city which was used as a testing area during the war. He turned his head to look behind him and saw the demon. The demon was 6 feet tall. He had pale skin, long, sharp claws, gigantic red wings, and mid-sized horns, showing that this demon was an adult. He slowly backed away, soon his back was pressed against the wall. “L-leave me alone!” Stoj stuttered, tears rolling down his cheeks as he slid down the wall into a sitting position,.
“No little one. It’s time for you to die.” The demon raised his right arm and smirked triumphantly. He brought his arm down, intending to claw Stoj’s face.
“Go away!” Stoj shouted right before the claws struck Stoj’s face. A miniature black hole appeared behind the demon, and trees started flying towards the hole, never to be seen again.
“No! What are you?!” The demon shrieked as he started to slowly inch towards the hole, creating marks as the force of the black hole dragging him towards it, making the demon’s feet slide across the ground. He lifted himself off the ground, and tried to fly away, but eventually was sucked in. The hole vanished shortly after the demon vanished. Stoj was now alone, curled up into a ball, sobbing while trying to comprehend what just happened.
Suddenly, the heavens opened, and an angel descended from the skies. He looked down upon Stoj. “Greetings, little one. My name is Aurbey, and the gods see great potential in you. I have come to take you to them.”
“S-so I’m l-living with t-them?” Stoj stuttered as he looked up, just a little bit.
“Yes. They will be your new family. Come now, let us go.” Aurbey said, holding his hand out for Stoj to grab.
Stoj reluctantly held out his hand, and Aurbey took it. He lifted Stoj up into his grasp and slowly started flying towards the heavens where he came from. He noticed that Stoj quietly fell asleep. Aurbery smiled a little as the heavens closed behind him, the white, shining buildings of the gods glistened in front of Aurbey. He landed in the biggest palace and walked in. He opened the door and placed Stoj in the gigantic bed, and tucked him in. “Welcome home, little one.”
Chapter One: The Harsh Beginning
“Stay away!” Stoj yelled. “Just leave me alone already!” He was cornered by a caretaker in a cheap orphanage. He wore a black hoodie and black pants. The hood was above his jet black hair as he shielded his broken skull with his scarred hands. He was curled up into a ball, sitting on the cold, wooden floor, his back pressed on the stone wall. It was August 6, 1948, Stoj’s 5th Birthday.
“I can’t.” The caretaker said. “You’re my responsibility. I can’t just ignore the fact that you’ve been cutting yourself for three years! You need to understand that cutting yourself is not good and I will go by any means to stop you from hurting yourself!”
“Why won’t you listen..? I said…” Stoj reached out to a nearby nightstand and wrapped his fingers around a red pocket knife resting on the table. “Leave me alone!” He lunged a the caretaker and stabbed her throat. The caretaker died instantly. Stoj took the knife out of her neck. It was stained with red. Stoj stood up and dropped the knife. “No… nonononono…” He dropped the knife and tool a few steps back.
Stoj suddenly decided to run out the door. “Why does this world hate me so much?” He asked himself as he vanished into the forest. Stoj tripped over a root, but got back up and continued running. All he wanted to do was to get as far as possible from anyone. If somebody found out what he did, he would be in deep trouble. But he didn’t really care about that much. All he wanted to do was to run. To run from everyone. He hated people. He hated people for what they did.
“I smell blood…” A creepy, almost demonic voice whispered in the depths of the forest as Stoj’s footsteps echoed across the endless amounts of pines. “The blood of a child… the tastiest. Oh, it’s just so satisfying to hear their adorable cries. It just makes me… so hungry… It is just around lunch time…” A demon burst out of the bushes and started flying towards Stoj.
Stoj really didn’t notice the demon as he continued running, his depressing thoughts crashing through his head. He soon burst out of the forest and opened his eyes. He saw a dark green, metallic wall. The gigantic wall was used to trap citizens in the city which was used as a testing area during the war. He turned his head to look behind him and saw the demon. The demon was 6 feet tall. He had pale skin, long, sharp claws, gigantic red wings, and mid-sized horns, showing that this demon was an adult. He slowly backed away, soon his back was pressed against the wall. “L-leave me alone!” Stoj stuttered, tears rolling down his cheeks as he slid down the wall into a sitting position,.
“No little one. It’s time for you to die.” The demon raised his right arm and smirked triumphantly. He brought his arm down, intending to claw Stoj’s face.
“Go away!” Stoj shouted right before the claws struck Stoj’s face. A miniature black hole appeared behind the demon, and trees started flying towards the hole, never to be seen again.
“No! What are you?!” The demon shrieked as he started to slowly inch towards the hole, creating marks as the force of the black hole dragging him towards it, making the demon’s feet slide across the ground. He lifted himself off the ground, and tried to fly away, but eventually was sucked in. The hole vanished shortly after the demon vanished. Stoj was now alone, curled up into a ball, sobbing while trying to comprehend what just happened.
Suddenly, the heavens opened, and an angel descended from the skies. He looked down upon Stoj. “Greetings, little one. My name is Aurbey, and the gods see great potential in you. I have come to take you to them.”
“S-so I’m l-living with t-them?” Stoj stuttered as he looked up, just a little bit.
“Yes. They will be your new family. Come now, let us go.” Aurbey said, holding his hand out for Stoj to grab.
Stoj reluctantly held out his hand, and Aurbey took it. He lifted Stoj up into his grasp and slowly started flying towards the heavens where he came from. He noticed that Stoj quietly fell asleep. Aurbery smiled a little as the heavens closed behind him, the white, shining buildings of the gods glistened in front of Aurbey. He landed in the biggest palace and walked in. He opened the door and placed Stoj in the gigantic bed, and tucked him in. “Welcome home, little one.”
