Fan Fiction ❯ A Childhood of Darkness ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Bridgecat 
To show the beginning and only the only start of pain and power to a youth of Guardian blood the higher angels...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Drama / Fantasy / Mystery / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.24.2006 | Updated On: 12.18.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 819 | Visits: 131 | Status: Work In Progress
To show the beginning and only the only start of pain and power to a youth of Guardian blood the higher angels...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Drama / Fantasy / Mystery / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.24.2006 | Updated On: 12.18.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 819 | Visits: 131 | Status: Work In Progress
Bridgecat: After much time off the computer and dying over tests I am finally able to finish editing and start posting stories again...so here it is the first part to my chronicles The Childhood of Darkness. Please enjoy and don't flame me about child abuse it just goes along with the role play my friends and i do on Yahoo Messenger. ...Let it begin.Yes this my first story so it maybe a bit sloppy.Please review if you have comments or questions or just plain like it. ^^ Much appericated.
There was blood...so much blood. Drawing in a breath was a challenge. Lungs felt as if they'd give out at any given moment. A look of hate the snap of broken bones was almost a regular schedule."You want more!" A deep man's voice echoed through the dim room and afterwards only a small dripping sound was heard. The dripping sound of a child's blood.The five-year-old ached his arms weakly moving to rise in the best defense they could manage. Only to have his right arm grabbed (by the man's much more then equal in strength hand),twisted,and dislocated. His eyes widened and he fell on the cold marble floor a splay of blood trailing down his bottom lip. "Ah you getting tired already?" A foot connected with the boy's small body and he was pressed face down on the tiles as the pressure from the man was exerted onto his back. The man lifted his foot and slammed it down with more force smirking as he heard the snapping sound of broken ribs and punctured organs.The boy barely managed to lift his head as he willed himself to look his' torturer straight in the eyes."P-please...stop it." A barely uttered plea almost as a whimper escaped the boy's thin coral lips. "Like I'd help a mutt! You damned devil's child!" The man snarled and picked the boy up roughly by his neck and wrenched him forward to look into his face. The boy's deep blue eyes shimmered in melachony but the man saw a darker glint..a look of death.The man squeezed his grip harder around his thoart and yelled at him as he saw his own reflection in those blue eyes. "Don't give me that look you little bastard"When he saw no change the man slammed him against the wall and began to punch him in his stomache almost smiling as he saw bits of black blood (1) flow from the boys lips as his eyes became a pale blue almost ivory.
Hours later the boy's body was darker from the horrible black bruises on his whiteboard (2) flesh. The man dropped him and he watched him slide down and fall on the floor barely in the state of concisness. Deeply complementing in his thoughts the adult glanced towards the bookshelf from the corner of his eyes. He knew this boy was expected to self-teach himself to reading this type of well leveled education.He also knew it was the only thing he looked forward to. That brought a smug smile to his lips.A pleasure was not to be given to this 'beast'. Pulling out a silver lighter from his pocket he casually strode himself to the bookshelf and with a flash of the cap opening he set it ablaze.The boy scrambled to his feet and he tried to stand but only let out a small muffled sound of pain. Trying to ignore it he stood up walked a few feet and then stumbled gripping onto the sheet of the bed to his left and managed a sprint to the bookcase shoving his hands to pull the books out and wincing as the flames ate away at his violated hands.The man laughed and he opened the only door to the room.An iron one that was a good ten feet in length and 4 in width removing his golden circle shape key from the lock he exited.
The boy glanced at the door and glared as he held a thick black book in his hands and then dropped it he could feel his digestive track just give out and he vomitted on the floor it wasn't thick but it was black and sticky.Using the only energy he could manage he walked over to the matress and fell onto it. Too weak to pull on the covers he closed his eyes and blacked out the blood still flowing from his wounds.END Chapter One
(Bridgecat:)Well that wasn't to long but it was something and i hope you all liked it I'll try to post as much as I possibly can.(1): the black blood will be explained later on (2): this word whiteboard means that his skin was nearly white because he's extremely pale EXTRA NOTICE: names will be used later in the chapters
There was blood...so much blood. Drawing in a breath was a challenge. Lungs felt as if they'd give out at any given moment. A look of hate the snap of broken bones was almost a regular schedule."You want more!" A deep man's voice echoed through the dim room and afterwards only a small dripping sound was heard. The dripping sound of a child's blood.The five-year-old ached his arms weakly moving to rise in the best defense they could manage. Only to have his right arm grabbed (by the man's much more then equal in strength hand),twisted,and dislocated. His eyes widened and he fell on the cold marble floor a splay of blood trailing down his bottom lip. "Ah you getting tired already?" A foot connected with the boy's small body and he was pressed face down on the tiles as the pressure from the man was exerted onto his back. The man lifted his foot and slammed it down with more force smirking as he heard the snapping sound of broken ribs and punctured organs.The boy barely managed to lift his head as he willed himself to look his' torturer straight in the eyes."P-please...stop it." A barely uttered plea almost as a whimper escaped the boy's thin coral lips. "Like I'd help a mutt! You damned devil's child!" The man snarled and picked the boy up roughly by his neck and wrenched him forward to look into his face. The boy's deep blue eyes shimmered in melachony but the man saw a darker glint..a look of death.The man squeezed his grip harder around his thoart and yelled at him as he saw his own reflection in those blue eyes. "Don't give me that look you little bastard"When he saw no change the man slammed him against the wall and began to punch him in his stomache almost smiling as he saw bits of black blood (1) flow from the boys lips as his eyes became a pale blue almost ivory.
Hours later the boy's body was darker from the horrible black bruises on his whiteboard (2) flesh. The man dropped him and he watched him slide down and fall on the floor barely in the state of concisness. Deeply complementing in his thoughts the adult glanced towards the bookshelf from the corner of his eyes. He knew this boy was expected to self-teach himself to reading this type of well leveled education.He also knew it was the only thing he looked forward to. That brought a smug smile to his lips.A pleasure was not to be given to this 'beast'. Pulling out a silver lighter from his pocket he casually strode himself to the bookshelf and with a flash of the cap opening he set it ablaze.The boy scrambled to his feet and he tried to stand but only let out a small muffled sound of pain. Trying to ignore it he stood up walked a few feet and then stumbled gripping onto the sheet of the bed to his left and managed a sprint to the bookcase shoving his hands to pull the books out and wincing as the flames ate away at his violated hands.The man laughed and he opened the only door to the room.An iron one that was a good ten feet in length and 4 in width removing his golden circle shape key from the lock he exited.
The boy glanced at the door and glared as he held a thick black book in his hands and then dropped it he could feel his digestive track just give out and he vomitted on the floor it wasn't thick but it was black and sticky.Using the only energy he could manage he walked over to the matress and fell onto it. Too weak to pull on the covers he closed his eyes and blacked out the blood still flowing from his wounds.END Chapter One
(Bridgecat:)Well that wasn't to long but it was something and i hope you all liked it I'll try to post as much as I possibly can.(1): the black blood will be explained later on (2): this word whiteboard means that his skin was nearly white because he's extremely pale EXTRA NOTICE: names will be used later in the chapters