Soulless

Part One: The boy and the blade

The bell rang and seventeen year old Mason Breyer launched from his desk like a rocket. His sandy blonde hair flowing as he opened the school hallway doors wide, letting a strong Spring breeze blow through his hair. The air smelled of flowers and freshly cut grass. His friend Jerry walked over to him. Mason was about six foot, but he still had to look up at Jerry like a child.

"Sup bro," Jerry said in his soothingly deep voice. They bumped fists.

"I'm gonna walk around town for a bit, wanna join me?" Mason asked.

"Naw, I got Physics that's gonna last me all weekend."

"Suit yourself nerd," Mason said jokingly as he hugged Jerry.

"Bite me you guitar zero."

"Don't dis the hair bitch!" Mason said as he ran his fingers through his long hair.

"Later bro, I gotta catch the bus," said Jerry as he ran towards the buses.

Hours passed and Mason's feet ached. The evening sky was a dark blue with a vivid pink and orange near the mountains. He was the only one on the streets as stores closed up for the night early for the towns Easter weekend. He heard something. Rapid footsteps. They were faint but growing louder. Before he could even look for the source a sharp pain exploded from his head. He was dragged into the nearby alley. He felt a hand reach into his pocket and take something, presumably his wallet. He looked up and was immediately kicked in the face. The emptied wallet was thrown down at him.

He groaned in pain. He reached up and tugged at the assailant's pants. He was kicked repeatedly. He spit out some teeth and blood.

"Hey buddy, you don't know who I am and I don't plan on you knowing. I'll make sure of that," the assailant said. He seen the glimmer of a blade. Before he could scream, the long silver blade was driven deep into his chest. It burned like the flames of Hell itself. The knife was pulled out and driven into his chest again. He felt freezing cold as his vision faded to black.

He seen no bright light, he seen his body. It was the most horrific thing he has ever experienced. He seen his body lying in a pool of blood.

"Peculiar isn't it?"

"Who said that? Is it you God?" Mason asked panicked.

"No. I'm just your friendly neighborhood necromancer. I'm Xalto," the voice said.

"Where are you?" Mason asked as he looked at his bloody corpse.

Everything went hazy as his vision changed. He could no longer see his dead body and he was thankful for that. He had no idea what was going on. He lost track of time until eventually, a faint light shown in the distance. He headed towards the light as quickly as possible.