CHILDREN
OF THE SLUMS
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are fictitious, and any similarities to real people, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
CHILDREN OF THE SLUMS
2015 by Charles Lee
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Table of Contents
Chapter One – World so Cold
Chapter Two – Who we Are
Chapter Three – Friends
Chapter Four – What we Are
Chapter Five – A Day at the Races
Chapter Six – No Quarter Held (part one)
Chapter Seven – No Quarter Held (part two)
Chapter Eight – We're all to Blame
Chapter Nine – The World Above
Chapter Ten – Innocence
Chapter Eleven – Just Being Kids
Chapter Twelve – Crime & Punishment
Chapter Thirteen – Saying Goodbye
Chapter Fourteen – Dissolving the Nightmare
Chapter Fifteen – Unlikely Factions
Chapter Sixteen – The Resolve for Freedom
Chapter Seventeen – Shadows amongst Shadows
Chapter Eighteen – Pandora's Box
Chapter Nineteen – Stronger Together
Chapter Twenty – Burying the Past
Chapter Twenty-One – Everything in These Hands
What's the difference between love and hate?
You thought about it, that was your first mistake. Many things in life have been obsessively thought about just to blanket a simple understanding.
The answer is there is no difference. You cannot separate what was always one. Dirt and water mix, but slowly separate over time. But pain, scars, tender care to cause those scars. These are things you cannot separate once laced and tied... Like me...
My name is John Thanatos, the twelve year old seal bearer for the god of death, also known as an Aeon. Stripped of my last name, I carry the alias of my deity. I was born in a forsaken underworld known by none above as Pandora. My father, a district leader, sits at the head of Pandora with two others with just as much control over its residents. My mother died upon my birth, a side effect for carrying a damned child.
From birth, I was cursed to carry this shadowy mark on my chest for the rest of my life. I wasn't asked. I wasn't given a divine right of destiny to carry this, just this stupid mark for the sake of what they deem as right.
Yes, they. They, the ones who forced me to wear this curse. The district leaders, rulers of Pandora, are the sole reason I exist. Though they say I should be grateful. But inside, I feel nothing but resentment for my life and the world above me.
There are billions of people fortunate enough to walk and live freely day after day with no problems in their lives. You know why? Because of me and people like me are harboring all the world's hardships for them. There's nothing hard about living in the outside world! You have no problems!
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Children of the Slums
FantasyUnderground from modern civilization is Pandora's slums, a hidden society built upon secrecy. Controlling this community are three underworld leaders known as district leaders. The district leaders run a small population under less than humane condi...
