When you're five, you had a crush on just about every girl you knew. When you're five, you didn't understand what 'heartbroken' meant. When you're five, you cry and scream.
When you're five, you're innocent.
So, why couldn't he be like that?
He wasn't a strong skeleton; huddled in the corner, pathetically licking at his wounds to slow down the bloody mess of the mark. Of course, he was ranked as A-B, meaning his magic and defence were top quality, but his mental state said otherwise.
To some people, being in such a place at such a fragile age was horrific. Others just simply didn't care.
He was only five, and already he understood so much. He knew what joints could crack easily, which places to press down on to trigger the pressure points and instantly K.O. the victim. He knew how to kill someone cleanly, how to defend his territory.
But he wouldn't trade his life for anyone else's, because he got to experience something not many kids got to feel; love.
When you're a kid, you go by what you see and understand. Most young boys will instantly fall for another girl, and that's exactly what happened to him.
A-M, one of the weaker skeletons to be created, was his love. She'd only been four when she died of an infection, her small system too delicate to handle such a disease. He was shattered when she'd died, the only person he'd cared for more than a brother was dead. He'd watched her get sick, live through it, and then die. He'd watched her ashes burn in the flames of a furnace, her younger brother; A-S, being killed right after. He'd never felt more empty than when he did that day. But just as quick as his pain had come, it left, along with all his emotion. He quickly learned that feeling anything wouldn't get you anywhere in life. And so he turned into the killing machine he was made to be. But it never felt the same...
The spines along his vertebrae raised, a sharp hiss being jabbed out of his throat. His claws dug into the concrete floor, small piles of crushed rock near their base. Dust was splattered all across his mouth and arms, drops of blood leaking from his teeth. He growled once the collar around his throat tightened to an un breathable level, small gasps and chokes made in an effort to suck in some air. He painted and lunged at the next opening, successfully sliding under the closing door and ripping apart his victims stomach. Blood and dust splashed against him, a quiet wince tossed to the wind at the gruesome sight. This was wrong and he knew it, but fear of displeasing his creator fuelled him through the guilt tearing away at his soul. A splinter of pain shot up his spine before raging like wildfire, hairline cracks shooting up towards his shoulders. He shrieked and whirled around, clasping the attackers hand in his jaws before yanking and disconnecting the joints. Tears gathered in his eyes and spilled over, for once, the overwhelming pain collapsed his walls. The disappointed look in the glitching monsters eyes was enough to drive him foreword. Plenty of blue tinted bones shot up from the ground, quickly spearing through several others' stomachs, sickening cracks and squelching sounds echoing every which way.
He was almost relieved when he was tossed back into his cage, the collar loosening slightly to allow him to breathe. Despite the circumstances occurring, he wouldn't trade this for anything, because he knew there were people suffering with much worse than anything he's been dealt. That fact only made him curl up and shake, the fear of dying again and again overwhelming his mind and sending him into a hyperventilating fit. Everything went quiet, his pathetic sobs the only thing he could hear.
He was a disgrace, no matter how hard get ride or how powerful he became, he would never satisfy his creator and take on his brothers place. If he Everton out of here alive, he'd make sure death was the first one to greet him.
At least then he could be safe, but not happy.
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Soooo
Little teaser for Z's story
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Demons and Hellhounds (art book)
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