Feltix

Before the war

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Hey y'all! This story is IN PROCESS so please don't keep asking for chapters! great stories aren't written in under a day! SO BE PATIENT! thanks! love ya all!

xoxo love Nåmiçhi

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Welcome to Dorvelville. A town that was completely normal in every way. Everyone was normal. No one was smarter than someone else. No one was dumber then anyone else. There was no murders or bombings or anything else such as these mishaps. The occasional fire or too but nothing to bad, but when a child is born, as normal a child as ever... wants to stand out... well... I won't get into too much detail but they die... gruesomely, with no mercy at all. Considered not normal? dead. Think differently? dead. That's just how things work here, no mater who you are, what you are, what you look like, what you think like, what your sexual preference is, you die if you aren't the same... How people want you to be.

16 years ago a boy was born into a wealthy family called the Dermonshires, he was an only child in this house hold meaning his family members fawned over him, of course he never got sick of it, drowning himself in his parents love... his father, a rather overweight man was bald and had a rather nice moustache and goatee, his face was as red as a tomato and he usually had a thick cigar between his yellow tinted teeth, he had small, black, ratty eyes that seemed to always look at a newspaper, checking daily events.

He wasn't what you would call attractive at all... in fact he was rather ugly, but he was gentle and kind, he loved his family, taking care of them and always smiling the minute he got home... practically the opposite of his wife, her head was heart shaped and was framed by long bleach blonde hair, she was thin, with a large chest and a big mouth. Her clothes were always neat, hugging her figure and usually wearing dresses going to her knees, she wore sunglasses a lot and if you looked at her from a distance when the light was hitting her just right and put your head to the side, squinting slightly you might actually believe she was a runway model... but Dorvelville was too small for anyone to be famous, she was a possible gold digger, she hated her son and constantly argued with her husband... now let's get on to the boy.

They named him Avory, perhaps because his skin was pale and his hair was so blonde it appeared to be white, but his eyes were dark brown, his appearance wasn't "cute" or "good looking" but he had faired the best from what he got from his parents genes, he was a rather quiet child, keeping to himself a lot and not wanting any company other than his father who he was rather close to... let's skip to the Future shall we?

5 years later we are here, same family... nothing's really changed but it's little Avory's 5th birthday, hooray hoorah, but little does he know his life will make a turn for the worse... of course he prances about with a happy grin "can I drive your car now papa?" he asks his father who chuckles "soon son, you need to be a little bit older" he said smiling at his son... oh the turn for the worse? yes yes be patient my child! let me lay out the details first! sheesh, your bossy!

His family was going to an expensive french restaurant in the city, the kind that fold all the napkins to look like irregular, origami birds. He stared at the crumpled shirt and dress pants his mother had dressed him in, his eyes met the full length mirror, his mother had combed his pale blonde hair out of his dark eyes.

He frowned "mama I don't like my hair like this" he fussed "your hair looks fine, if you keep fussing we'll be late!" she said and he frowned, sliding his pale hands through his hair, letting his bangs fall forwards over his eyes, his dark brown iris' seemed to glow through his ghostly hair.

"hurry up Avory! we'll get there when they close if you don't!" his father joked, Avory grabbed his new, blue iPod nano and headphones which his father had bought him for his birthday, setting the song to Death call of Cutie and walking out, bobbing his head to the beat and grinning widly.