DEATH'S BACKSTORY

Darkness and silence were the words that described Death. Death wore the shadows of midnight for a robe. He was tall, 8’4” to be exact. His skin has a milky white complexion. He was so skinny that the bones of his hands can be seen through his thin of skin. Death also had no tongue to speak with, but he really doesn’t need to speak for his line of work.

Everyone knows of Death and what he does but only a few know HOW he became who he is. His story was passed down from generation to generation of storytellers. It was lost for awhile over the years but it has been found again and is going to be written down for it won’t get lost again. Now, everyone cam know Death’s story. So, here it is Death’s past and story:

“Victor Creeper a boy of 15 lived with his parents at the time. He was with his parents at the time. He was an only child and had no friends. His clothes were usually torn and worn. He wore no shoes. Bruises could be found under his clothes. The bruises formed his father beatings.

His father would beat his son and wife for no reason. If angry, he would beat them. If depressed, he would beat them. Even when he was happy, he would beat them. He liked to feel the power and control that he had over them.

One a dark night, Victor, finally having enough of getting beat, ran away when his parents were asleep into the woods that were right behind their house. The only thing he hated about leaving the place was that his mother would be left alone with his father.

After an hour of walking, thunder pierced through the silence of the night. Then a sudden down pour of rain fell from the sky. Victor took cover under a large leafless oak tree. He started to shiver as the rain soaked through his cloths. He looked up through the tree’s bare branches to the pouring sky and yelled, “Why me?” He wrapped his arms around his legs and asked his question again but this time barely above a whisper, “Why…me…?”

This time there was an answer, “Because you’re special, Victor.” The voice came from a tree branch. So, Victor naturally looked up but all he saw was a crow sitting on a branch. He thought he must have been imagining things but he heard the voice again, “No Victor, you are not imaging things and not going crazy.” That was when Victor noticed the voice came from the crow. He was more shocked than scared. The crow flew down to a lower branch and suddenly asked randomly, “If you were given the chance to get revenge for what your father did, would you take it?”

Victor blinked a few times before he answered. “What kinda stupid question is that?! Of course I would!” he yelled. He hated his father so much. He sometimes imagined his father lying in a pool of his own blood, dead, and Victor would always feel a strange warmth from that vision.

“But what if some you cared about, like your mother, got hurt from your selfish hatred?” The crow countered.

“I would…” he drifted off, thinking. “I wouldn’t care! She never truly cared about me!” Victor ranted. “Wait, why would you want to know or care? You’re just a stupid bird.” Victor got to his feet and started to walk away in the rain.

“I’m a stupid bird that can make you something, someone.” Victor stopped and turned around to look at the crow. He was interested in what the bird had to say. The crow flew over to where Victor stood and started to shift into a tall lean man. Victor gasped from shock but the bird man…man bird…didn’t seem to notice and continued. “I’ can make you into someone that everyone would be scared of. They will all try and hide from your power but will fail. No one will ever think to call you small or weak again.”

The man paused taking a step forward and gripped Victor by his shoulders. “I can give you all that my boy. All you have to do is ask for it.” Victor nodded his head, not able to form words. He wanted so badly to be respected and not get looked down upon. “You must ask me out loud for me to become your teacher and you must promise to do whatever I say.”

“I promise that I will do whatever you say, if you will only become my teacher. So will you teach me, sir?” Victor asked, practically begging the man in front of him.

The man squeezed Victor’s shoulders tightly, “You will never go against my word or question my teachings?” He asked staring into Victor’s eyes to his soul.

“No, never! I will never question your judgment.”

The man nodded. “Good. Then I accept your request,” Victor smiled, “but I have to do one thing to be sure you keep to your word.”

“Anything,” Victor replied happily not really caring what it was as long this strange man kept his word and helped him become someone important.

The man smiled evilly, grabbed Victor’s tongue, and pulled it out of his mouth but there was no pain or blood from this action. “Now, you will never question me.” The man smiled showing his sharp pointed teeth and his eyes started to turn a bright blood red color.

Victor nodded mechanically and followed the man into the night.”