The 8 Deadly Signs

1. Bang Chan

     Bang Chan was a model student and an even better son, first place medals in just about every sport. He was always one to put others before himself, full of much empathy.

     "Channie, come down and eat you'll be late!" His mother called as she served up three plates of fresh food for him and his siblings.

     Chan quickly ran down the stairs taking his place at the table. He was extra energetic that day. Quickly scarfing down his food, his mother called for him to slow down that he at least had time to eat. None the less he didn't listen.

     His siblings came down the stairs baffled by the sight of their oldest brother stuffing his face.

     "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say your trait is going to be gluttony." His sister chuckled and threw him finger guns. Chan just side eyed her and continued eating.

     "They're assigning today, huh?" His mother chuckled seeing her son so spastic.

     "Yeah, that's why we can't be late, not today!" Chan quickly swallowed his food to spit out an answer.

     "Calm down son, I'm sure you'll get a good trait. You always make us proud." His dad emerged from his sleep, he patted his back giving him a reassuring smile.

    "I know dad, we've got to leave soon. I love you! See you when we back." Chan called to his father before following his mom. His dad went his separate way to work.

     Chan and his mother began to get ready to leave, making sure they had all the necessities before getting in the car. Chan felt confident in his abilities to please his parents. His eyes slowly drifted to the world that lied outside of the car window. Today was the day.

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     "Are you okay sweetheart?" His mother asked him in a soothing motherly tone. He shook his head yes.

     "Next! Bang Chan, Libra." The worker called out for Chan to step up for his assignment.

     The worker scanned the code written across his left wrist. A moment of silence passed, all eyes landed on him... The room began to spin, his eyes felt as if they were shaking in his head. Chan's body collapsed onto the ground. Shocked faces filled the room, gasp falling from their lips...

     He was soon to come back, standing back up in one clean move. The terrifying part, a malicious smirk played on his lips, his eyes flashing a pale yellow color until returning to his natural shade of brown.

A loud alarm deafened the whole room as the worker pulled out his radio to make an announcement.

     "Detain him! Fast he's got the Hidden trait!" The worker screamed for any assistance he could scrounge up. Behind him stood Chan's petrified mother, her skin washed with a sickly pale tone.

    A manic laughter clouded the room, Chan held his stomach as he belted out his amusement. The room fell deathly silent other than him.
     
     Though he stopped laughing when his eyes met another young mans, the man was next in line. Despite never had met he knew who he was and what he had.

     The guards were quick to handcuff him. Though even while being contained his devilish smirk never left his lips, as his gaze never left his mothers. The guards carried him into a padded cell...