Being a teenager is hard. Heck, being any age is difficult, but in the teens, the adults still don't believe or listen to you and you've lost the innocence of childhood. You start changing, both physically and mentally. Your body will hurt and grow urges, and different thoughts will swarm your head.
The thing is, no one is absolutely positive what kind of thoughts or urges you'll get. They might be sexual or creepy, rude or pure. They might even be scary.
If there's one thing for sure, it's that they are made up of the people you think about, depending on what you think about them. The good acquaintances will go in the nice thoughts, the meh ones will go in the not really sure ones, and the bad........will go in the I don't care department.
But the really bad ones...
O-Oh, the really evil ones....
That's how your's started, with the really evil bully. Your brain changed in middle school, the way it all worked was mapped out in your sights. Lists formed, and the good ones, along with the meh, were placed in a completely separate place. Instead, you focused on the bad and the really bad ones, keeping eyes on them at almost all times.
Then, the thoughts started to change. You stopped wanting to punch them, instead, your eyes would find their way to the nearest usable weapon; only for you to force yourself to behave.
'I'm at school.'
'I'm a good kid.'
'Why do I think these things?'
'Everyone has good in them.'
You'd make up excuses everytime. You didn't want to accept what you were thinking, you knew it was wrong.
Until the voice told you about the word: Karma.
---kar·ma
/ˈkärmə/
noun
noun: karma
the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences.
INFORMAL
destiny or fate, following as effect from cause.---
And then you began to wonder, where was the karma for these guys? The bullies.
Maybe they'd get it in the future, lose a date or even a very important business deal? Maybe they'd end up homeless and begging on the streets, groveling at other people's shoes.
Maybe....
There were too many maybe's, and you wanted to see them get what they caused. The pain, torture, agony. The sins they created: smoking illegal pot, doing drugs, stealing, beating others and picking fights, using others.
It was about time they got what was coming to them.
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Years before, when you were a kid, you remember a kind voice. Though, it appeared to come out of nowhere, and you never did figure out who or where it came from. But you did know that you liked it, and it always told the truth.
It would tell you things that would happen later, in the near future. Then, you'd tell it to your family. When it did happen, they'd ask you how'd you know. You'd answer with the same thing every time, "The voice. Don't you hear it?"
When you later realized they didn't hear it, too, you began to wonder what it is was. It was such a soothing voice, and it never steered you wrong before, but your parents acted like it was a bad thing. They'd talk in hushed voices, then change the subject when you walked into the room.
Realizing that talking about the voice was a problem, you kept quiet about it. Soon, it vanished, along with your parents' whispering.
It was gone for years.
Until it showed up again, right around when the thoughts did.
It would tell you who did what, and helped you learn that it was time to take matters into your own hands.
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Question 1: How tall are you?
Question 2: Do you wish to have a friend? If so, how many? (If chosen yes, I will use OCs)
Question 3: If chosen yes for the previous question, will they also be killers?
Please choose on the questions I give you, because it will change something in story. Some might not change the whole story, but it will end up differently in the next chapter then something else you might've chosen. Others, like the age question, will not change anything, just the age you wish to be in the story.
If I have the time and feel like doing it, I will create different chapters for the different options chosen.
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The Blood of Karma
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