1 We Are The Empty(Private/Invite only) Sun May 07, 2017 11:38 am
Tatsumii
D-rank
Eyelids opened revealing dark, deep, and black eyes isolated from any light or hope. He rubbed his eyes, as he stood up, walked to the sink, and stared blankly into the cracked mirror. The boy would simply glare at the reflection of his eyes. He saw nothing but a black bottomless darkness, and within it he was sitting alone. The boy looked at the sink's handle, twisted it, and removed his hand to place it under the flowing water. After washing his hands with the cold water flowing. He then moved on to his teeth brushing them thoroughly before taking a sip of water and spitting down the drain.
--A splash
A splash of cold water to his face forced a short exhale, and the boy was brought into an image of him being pushed into water as he drowned into the bottomless ocean with his eyes barely open, sinking further away from light, and sinking closer and closer to darkness. The ocean of despair and sadness, and this image in his head could not be any more accurate. In this ocean of solitude, despair, guilt, and pain only pushed him further down. What would become of his tormented self? He wished for an answer. Will he ever find redemption? Will he ever escape his guilt, forgive himself for his sin, move on, or even forget what he has done? He wished for an answer. His desire for hope struggled against his desire for death, a quick end to his sinful existence.
--Eyes open
The boy opened his eyes as he snapped from the depths of his imagination. He dried his face with a towel that hung on a horizontally put bar of steel, and after placing it back he wore his standard outfit. A black jacket, a black half-sleeve V-neck shirt, a black pair of joggers, a black pair of sandals. He left the house, locked the door, placed the key in his jacket's pocket, and left the two story building he lived in ever since he became an orphan.
The young boy trode the streets of his town, and with his head down he prepared himself. The housewives standing outside backed off as he walked by while they covered their mouths speaking ill of the boy; "It's the parent killer be careful." Another woman replied "That murderer is so creepy." He sighed as he looked at the concrete before looking at the children that stopped playing to also speak ill of him, and as they call him names such as "Monster", "Parent Killer", and "murderer of families", they threw small pieces of stone at him.
He stopped as he raised his head, and his lowered gaze flashed into what's in front of him before turning his eyes to the children at his right. He cracked a smirk and with a dreadful gaze and tone he spoke; "Maybe I should murder you kids for annoying me." It was right then and there that the children stopped as some of them fell back and the rest ran for their lives. No one knows the truth of the tragedy, the young lad, the people, the children. No, not even the lad himself knows the truth. He used a forbidden technique to make himself stronger and lost control of his lightning and murdered everyone in his family. That is what he knows, what the people, and the children know.
--That was false
The boy paced the distance between him and the cemetery to visit the loved ones he murdered. He lowered his gaze again to glare at the concrete while walking to his destination. He had nothing but one thought in his head; "I miss them". The words of the people and their acts hurt him, but the pain they cause is not even a fraction of the pain he feels for the loss of his whole family. The agony, anger, hatred, sadness, and despair only increased by the fact that he murdered them. The boy's shattered heart could take no more, and yet he still stands. On his way he bit his lower lip, and held back the scream and the tears he holds for their graves.
--Arrival
He reached the graves of his whole family. The graves were put next to one another, and it was then and there that he could hold it in no more. A scream pleading for help pleading for something pleading for his family to come back to life tore the silence of the mist surrounding the graves, and as his tears flowed down his cheeks he punched the ground till his hands bled the wretched blood of the wretched that murdered his family. He kept crying and punching himself and screaming "I'm sorry" for a while before he calmed down. He sat down one leg up and his hand resting on his knee while the other was stretched out, and had his back against the side of his father's grave.
He sat there calm and saddened, torn and broken, and most of all; alone.
The tragedy that befell the boy turned his life upside down, and the loneliness he suffered from was excruciating. He wanted to pay for his sin by taking his life, but he knew it was also a way out. However, each time he'd try he'd fail. He gave up on suicide after a while and decided to go through with his duty. It was all he ever had and all he ever will have, or so the boy thought. He wiped his eyes with one hand and sat silently. What would this day hold for him? He wondered just that before taking out a book from his pocket, and as he took out the book he realized he forgot his headband. He moved on and started reading alone, and decided after reading for an hour or two he would leave for the training grounds in order to train and hopefully achieve something even though he had no goal in mind.
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