The house was burning.
Flames surrounded him as he cradled her body.
If he could cry, he would have put out the flames with his tears.
Instead he sat there, violently shaking as he tried to wake her.
He pulled her closer, holding the back of her head.
When she didnt wake up, He screamed.
A blood curdling monstrous scream. One without voice or love. One filled with only pain and sorrow.
He held her in his arms as he continued to weep. The flames only growing closer as the house creaked and cracked above them.
Something snapped in him. He stopped weeping. He glowed a yellowish green.
He stood up, dragging her body from the house. Seemingly unaffected by the flames.
He burst out the door, and leaned her body against a tree.
He stared off towards the village.
He listened to the laughs and cackles of the victorious towns folk.
Hatred filled his eyes.
He trudged through the woods, listening as the sounds of the people got closer.
As his anger grew, he began to laugh silently to himself. If he had been able to talk the whole island would have heard his laughs.
The towns folk were right infront of him.
He saw a boy. No older than 17. He held a blood covered pitchfork.
He, had been the one to kill her.
As the boy turned to see him, fear filled his eyes.
His screams could be heard throughout the woods.
His limbs, were tossed to the side as they turned to the rest of the people.
They all began to run. None of them made it.
Their blood covered the trees, their limbs scattered across the forest floor.
He licked the blood dripping from their fingers.
A crazed smile covered his face.
He turned to the Priest, sat up against a tree, surrounded by the bodys of those he rallied.
He held a beautiful silver cross out infront of him, his hands shook as they stepped closer.
"B-Back Demon!! I revoke you in the name of jesus Christ!!"
He stepped closer, his black beady eyes staring into his soul.
He reached forward and took the cross from the Priests's hands.
The Priest watched him with terror in his eyes, he shook with fear.
They looked at the cross. Ordained in shiny jewels and golden highlights over its silver body.
He flipped it, and held it so the the top was in his palm.
The pointed end of the cross stuck out of his grip.
He reached back, ignoring the frantic pleas from the priest, as he plunged the cross into his skull.
Blood splattered across his face, he watched as the life left the eyes of the priest.
He smiled.
He stepped back, taking a moment to look over the massacre.
His smile grew as he shook with laughter.
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Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)
FanfictionIn a world filled with superhumans, the powerless charlie cycle struggles to keep his life together. It only gets worse when on his way home hes pulled into a choke hold and shot. But instead of dying, his life was saved by the sentient living slim...
