zero!cherubi
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Jan 6 '08
My story starts off dramatically, but eventually, I will incorporate the users of IRC/TLF in it. They will have different names, so you will have to try and match their personalities. At the end, I'll give away who each person is.
Chapter 1:
“Ugh, it’s so damned bright outside...” The boy got out of bed, closed the blinds, and walked towards the bathroom. Getting ready to brush his teeth, he heard a faint, yet prolonged scream. He dropped his toothbrush, opened the bathroom door, and ran downstairs.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
He came down stairs to see his mother, laying dead on the floor, and his father, hovering over her, with a sword turned crimson red with blood in hand.
He burst into tears.
“YOU FUCKING PSYCHOTIC BEAST, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOTHER!?!??!?!” The boy drew his sword and charged at his father, slashing frantically in rage. The father, with what appeared to be no effort at all, sidestepped each and every blow.
“When you attack in rage, your movements involve no thought. Even the strongest warrior can’t win a fight off of sheer power alone. If you keep fighting like this, I can assure you, son, you will never lay a finger on me.”
“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME SON YOU SICK BASTARD!?!”
The boy continued slashing, and crying, but never even as much as scratching his fathers clothing.
“GAHHH!” The boy yelled, as his father stabbed him in the shoulder. The boy fell to the floor in pain and passed out. When he awoke, his father was gone.
He got up and tried to walk, but the pain was almost unbearable. “FATHER!!! I’LL KILL YOU!!" he shouted into the air.
He glanced to his left to see his mother, still there on the floor. The sight of her was enough for him to gather just enough strength to drag himself to her. She was drenched in blood.
“I will avenge you…mom,” he said, as he looked into her blue lifeless eyes.
He brought himself to his feet.
“RAHHHHH!!!” He punched the nearest wall, almost completely shattering it. The neighbors child, who at the time was playing in the backyard, ran into his house in fear. The boy looked at his bleeding fist, and smirked.