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Second Chance (7k special)

The Creator looked off towards his son. Or towards where his son would be at least. Sadness plagued his facial expression as soon as his eyes darted towards the missing spot.

Seven... seven. They were supposed to be the seven divine, not the six. They couldn't be complete if one of them was missing.

"Nix?" He finally spoke out, "Any luck?"

Nix's head fell. He looked like a scolded puppy. "No.. I've tried, I promise. He's too stubborn. Too set on Amia. I've even tried to make him fall in love with someone else. All that ended in was a child." Nix sighed. "I just don't know what problem is-"

"Nix, the issue is that he is in love, is it not? I believe you should know that better than anyone else. He's heartbroken. As anyone would be if they had to watch the death of your beloved as you realize that you were the reason they were dead. Helpless."

"R-right, father." It was impressive seeing the almighty Nix quiver in someone's presence.

"Alright then. I know what I must do. Please children, leave." The creator's gentle voice rang out.

"Father? I hope you're not thinking about.." Rex sounded concerned, surprisingly.

"Yes, Rex. I must. I can't bear seeing my own child like this." A bright red orb came up beside the creator.

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Falling..

Screaming..

Crying..

"Vox!"

You jolted awake.

"Ughhhh, the same damn nightmare." You muttered. "Who's Vox?"

Every single night, it was the same nightmare. You've had it since you were little. Dreams that almost seemed like memories, so very detailed for a dream. You were always falling. Always screaming for them to stop and for Vox.

And you were always engulfed in a red light, but you never knew where it was coming from. Or why you were falling.

You looked over at the clock. Six in the morning. You sighed. It was time for you to wake up anyways.

You got up and went to the bathroom. The person staring back at you in the mirror horrified you. You were constantly bullied at school because of your... birthmarks.

Another strange aspect of your life. You didn't know why they were there but you were born with strange marks all over your body.

Your life was strange. It was as if it wasn't your own. You were living someone else's life. Not yours. You felt out of place, even in your own house.

You walked out of your house, not bothering to eat breakfast or brush your teeth. What was the point if you were gonna get made fun of anyways. Not that there was anyone there to care for you at all.

Your father wanted nothing to do with you and your mother was extremely abusive. You didn't want anything to do with her, which was why you moved out so soon.

A serious expression was always on your face. You never really had a reason to smile, especially with those jerks at Westhaven. Today you wanted nothing to do with them, but you had an opportunity here, you didn't want to make your life go to waste.

Before leaving for school you picked up your mail, and walked out the door. You walked to the school in complete silence, with the usual scowl on your face. You had learned early on that smiling makes no difference. You were still going to get picked on.