"People will always show their true selves in the end." - Leona Lewis
It was a sunny day, and a small boy with long black hair sat alone in his room, humming to himself as he drew a picture on the wall. He was only ten, but his large golden eyes were focused on this picture like his life depended on it. After a few minutes, he took a break, and walked over to his window, and stared at the setting sun. He watched as the circle of reddish-orange light slowly sank deeper, becoming a line and then disappeared altogether. He sighed as his light source had disappeared and now he couldn't draw anymore. The boy glanced at his bedroom door before flopping down on the empty mattress that served as his bed and closed his eyes. "I hope that... I..." he murmured under his breath as he fell asleep.
The daytime belonged to him, yes, but the night... The night belonged to--
The door was suddenly flung open.
"Get up, you f***ing kid!" A cold, harsh female voice rang through the room. The boy's eyes opened, but he didn't move, nor did he say anything. "Did you hear me, you stupid boy?!" The woman walked closer to the boy on the mattress. "Danian, I'm f***ing talking to you, boy!"
The boy sat up, his eyes narrowing. "I'm not Danian." He said quietly.
"Eh?! What are you talking about, you b****? Of course you're Danian!" She jeered.
The boy spun around, absolute hatred written on his face, his silver eyes flashing. "I said I'm not Danian already, woman!"
For a moment, the woman recoiled, taken by surprise. "Your... eyes..." she whispered. Then her own green eyes narrowed. "You-you f***ing monster! It's time I taught you a lesson, you cocky little punk!" She struck quickly, giving the boy no time to react. One moment her hands were at her sides, the next, wrapped around the boy's neck, and slamming his head against the wall. "Or maybe, I should just kill you?!"
Unlike any other ten-year-old, the boy didn't burst into tears or even try to fight back. He just smirked. "I'd... like to see... you try, b****."
"Why, you...!!" She on of her hands away from his neck to reach into her pocket and pull out a knife. She leveled the blade above the boy's heart. "You won't have time for any last words, you f***ing b****! Go to h***!!" She thrust the blade towards the boy's heart.
The boy's hand moved, grabbing the blade and stopping it inches from his heart. His hand was cut in the process, and blood dripped off of the blade. "My, my, such hasty actions. Unfortunately for you, h*** sent me back a long time ago. Now, it's time you've gotten your judgement for all the torture you've given your son for ten years!" He pulled the blade out of the woman's hand, and spun it around, and threw it at her face. It hit her in the eye, and caused her to fall backward with a yelp of shock and pain. She lay on the floor, writhing in pain. "Tch. You're still alive? Well, then, I'll tell you something while I have my fun." The boy stood up, and walked over to the woman and pulled out the knife. "Did you ever wonder why 'Danian' never opened his eyes while you were torturing him?" He stabbed the blade into the woman's other eye. "It's because that was really me. But I didn't want you to know about me until the time was right. I needed the shock factor." He pulled out the blade and stabbed it into the first eye, and kept talking as he alternated stabbing between each eye. "He's too pure-hearted to do anything more than just sit there and take it. So I was born as his 'protector', so to speak, and I became active whenever you would start to torture him. He has no idea of what happens while I'm active." He paused his speech, surveying the woman. "Oh, and one more thing before you die. My name is Duskil." The boy turned over the body, letting the blood from the woman's crushed eyes flow out. Then he turned her over again and began to carve open her body, cutting it in half. Next, he carved the Gemini symbol into the woman's face. "I'm a byproduct of Danian's mind, created by the Gemini Syndrome, or as the modern scientists call it, Multiple Personalities Disorder, or even Dissociative Identity Disorder." After he finished carving the Gemini symbol into the woman's face, he cut off her limbs and began hacking at them, leaving little more than mincemeat of them. "I will protect Danian, no matter what it comes to."
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I couldn't find a way to work in his dad, so I just kind of left him out completely. Anyways, Chapter 1 will probably be out pretty soon. Sorry that this was kind of short. Don't forget to comment and stuff, if you want to. If you don't, that's fine too, it's not like Duskil will come after you or anything. Oh! Yes, I almost forgot to mention, the rest of the story will probably be in the first person POV, switching around from character to character. The character whose POV the chapter will be from will be written in parenthesis after Chapter [insert number here].
Edit: Nope, haha, no first person. I don't feel like it.
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The Gemini Killings
Terror"Ɛνєяуσηє нαѕ тнєιя ɗαяк ѕιɗєѕ. Ƴσυ נυѕт нανє тнє мιѕfσятυηє σf нανιηg мє ιηѕтєαɗ." - Stranger Ever since he was young, Danian Panthe had been abused by his mother. But he didn't know, because after the first few times another "self"...