Disturbia

Chapter 1; Disturbia

Chapter 1

Everyone wonders why I'm so agressive. They wonder why I'm such an outcast, the wind being my only company. It's whistles and sweet harmony twisting through the atmosphere being the only peaceful thing in my mind. All I can say is, pain takes it's toll. Assholes like to push me around. They don't realise what I'm capable of. For instance, the other day, a certain someone died a rather painful death. I now have a new ash tray.

They tend to push me over the limit. Not that slaughtering mutts bothers me. It's kind of a hobby. But it isn't all fun and games. Not what happens next. My name is Karma Hexxit. Sit the hell down, get comfy, and listen in.

One of those typical days for me. Relaxing my rather tense structure against the cool weight of the cliff. The sky was murky and dull. Dripples of water spraying left and right against the cover of the wind. My gloved paws hung off the edge of the drop. Below, silver and grey waves of water smashed against the jagged rocks and walls of the cliff. Nothing felt more calmer to me. The deep green grass blades embeded in the mucky, damp terrain fluttered as if hundreds of butterflies splattered themselves against a large rusty spit, their blood lacing it's surroundings.

I had more than enough time on my paws. Since I had finished my work for the day. "What to do now?" Beside me, resting against my elbow was a bag. Nothing special. It was made from plain black leather. Bits and pieces falling off here and there. The handles fixed on either sides of the back. Easy to carry in my mouth. It had a charm once. But it rotted. I should have replaced it, but it didn't cross my mind. I tilted my body around, lifting my pillars up to slip my paw into the mouth of the bag. I fiddled around for awhile, but eventually fixed what I wanted into the gap between two to of my toes. Pulling my paw out from the bag, I slipped the cigerette into my mouth, tightening my labrums around the filter.

I didn't need a lighter. Long story short, I was born from a crystal called the Aunah, which gifted me with both good and bad abilities. My paw began to create a mystical purple glow around it. It's rays tinting my white, mangled pelt. A beautiful, flickering purple flame formed above the tip of my claws. It's heat fluttered against my face. It wasn't too big of a flame. I flicked it to the tip of my smoke, and as it disappeared into nothing, I sucked in a large breath, scoffing.

I had a few drags, didn't smoke it down like I usually would. The sun had been hidden behind the glaring clouds had almost disappeared behind the rolling mountains and the shimmering silver sea. I flicked away the rest of the cigerette, watching it twist and bounce off of the cliffs' walls. My audics picked up pitter patters of paws. By that time, I had already picked myself up apon my pads. Usuallu, my sharnacs would have put down whatever wandered into my territory immediately, but I decided to give this dog a greeting of my own. Another word I used for my sharnacs are shadow beasts. They form out from these slits on either side of my body. Like a wound that never healed. No blood, just slits in my skin. They are in a form of a wolf, steeming off a disturbing black mist. Disturbing to the eye.

I never had company. I never seemed to get along with any living creature. Being alone wasn't a big deal to me, but having someone around wouldn't kill me either. I hissed out a chilled breath that had shuttered my audics asleep. My visuals darted off the large, twisting oak and pine trees that grew over me. Twigs and dead leaves crumbled at my touch, their mass desicating into the abyss of the ground. I jolted my head to the side, my mane ruffling over the middle of my snout. It looked like a mohawk, but not as stupid looking.

I continued on forward, dodging the large outgrown roots that covered the base of the trees. They seemed to intertwine over each other. I thought to myself, different ways of greeting this stranger. 'Lost little puppy, are you? Oh, food, come here so I can get a lick.' Nothing seemed to work. But a rustle inturupted my thoughts, followed by my muzzle slamming into the dirt, sprinkling it's particles across my face and into my eyes. "What the fuck?"