In The Daily Lives of My Many Characters (Temp. Title)

Trevor: Death's Apprentice

[Trevor is another of my OCs, who has a long and painful past. Many don't know his pain, but they let his spirit rest by not asking. After everything he's been through, he turns away from the past. But its still following him, in many more ways then one.]

Vengeance.... Is a bad thing to hold for to long..... Its best to get it done and over with.... Instead of letting it fester inside oneself..... But when you're beaten, broken, and left to rot with no one to turn to..... Shouldn't you have the right to take hold of Vengeance?.... To destroy everything that took everything from you?.... That the only light in your life, was plucked of its wings, and its life? That answer is for you to decide, because that's the path I chose from the very beginning..... And it all started when I was a young kid. A kid who didn't know love, gentleness, or kindness..... Only pain, and suffering.....

A young man goes to church on a rainy Sunday morning. The churchbell rang a mournful toll as many folks come into the sanctuary. Here a family stands in front of a casket, their oldest son, taken from them by their own hands. However their tears meant nothing to the young man, only a way to hide their evil and horrible sins. When the youngest son, bruised, burned, and somewhat crippled comes up to speak his peace to his brother.

Their eyes burn into his back, challenging him to speak the truth, but he only sobs for his departed kin. The only one who loved him, who gave him hope within their fucked up family. His blood had been spilt, saving the younger from death. Which the younger, in return, swore to kill them all.

They laughed and kicked him around, but would regret the day they ever laid their hands upon his only hope of happiness. Once the service was over, they took the angel, and closed his casket. And they bury him, giving a prayer, and the rain coming down harsher then it had before the services. It seemed that even though he thought he was alone, the angels cried for his brother too.

He stands there, his family already left, and he had moved out sometime before his brother's untimely demise. He swears that they'll pay, even if that means he'll go to hell for it. Suddenly, the clouds parted, and revealed a blood moon. He looks up to see it, and starts crying, reaching for it as if his brother was there.

From then on, he promised revenge, and he would make sure they paid in the most horrible ways. On his own life he swore, even if was what killed him, he didn't care. He leaves his brother's grave, wiping away the tears, and planning his revenge.

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May 12th, 20XX

Trevor is currently doing a very treacherous exercise, and his body is screaming for him to stop. His mind trained on one thing, keeping his promise to his light. After 10 hours of only training with no stops, or breaks, Trevor could be considered a D.O.A. to most police officers.

He lays on his back, letting his shaking body relax, and regain its strength. The phone starts ringing, and as he starts up to answer it, his body pleads him to stay still. He doesn't listen, and walks to the phone, answering it before it went to voicemail. "Hello... This is Trevor, How may I help you?"

He waits for someone to answer, but instead he hears a set of giggles and laughs. They sound familiar.... Too familiar.... "If I think you are... Who I think you are... There will be hell to pay...." He practically growls into the receiver. The sounds stop, and the caller seems to become frantic, and suddenly the line goes dead.