Horror Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The seven deadly sins ❯ Chapter 1

Chapter one

 

"I wish that I could take all of you. However, only the best of the best may join. But how do we determine this? Simple. A tournament. Everyone will be divided into different blocks. The winner of each block will join the Order. As for all of you young people who are dreaming of joining, no mercy will be put upon you. I suggest any who are not willing to die for this cause, go home now. That goes for everyone else in the room. If you aren't scared, then approach the box to your far right, and draw a card. The letter it contains is your block." The man continued. A sea of people moved toward the box, with a small number moving away. Slowly, a young man approached the box.

 

His silver hair hung down, obscuring his eyes with his bangs, which actually covered the majority of his face. The back of his hair extending past his waist, ending at the back of his kneecaps. His ears were also obscured with his long and silver locks of hair. He had what appeared to be a headband over his head, which was a raven black color. He also had a strip of cloth around his neck, made of the same material as his headband. He wore fingerless raven black gloves, which covered only his hand. His pants were also raven black, and were also slightly baggy, revealing a set of navy blue boxers on the left side of his body. His shoes were what appeared to be black sneakers.

 

He drew the letter A and walked off, not saying anything or looking at anyone. "Who is that?" The man who was lecturing everyone questioned a short and bispectled man next to him, who flipped a few pieces of paper on a clipboard in response to the question.

 

"According to the charts...his name is Darryl. There's no last name given. He is fifteen years of age, and an African American." The man's weasily voice responded.

 

"His weapon of choice?" The tall man questioned.

 

"The Katana. Also when questioned about his family, it says he's been an orphan since birth." The other man read from the chart. Eventually, the drawing came to an end, and the large man took his spot up on the podium once more.

 

"Now that the drawing is complete, I will explain this tournament more. This is a fight to the death. Everyone will be given their weapon of choice, and be placed along with the members of their block. Therefore, consider it a free for all type of combat. We will begin things with block A." The man said to the thousands of groups. Slowly, the middle of the floor began to open up, revealing a decent sized platform, capable of fitting a few hundred people on it at once. Multiple people piled on the platform. The boy known as Darryl stood, holding a sheathed katana in his hands. The other competitors seemed to stand on the opposite side of him.

 

"Hey little boy, we'll be nice. We'll kill you quickly and save you from the pain." A rather muscular and tall man told Darryl, whose eyes still couldn't be seen due to his hair.

 

"Drop dead, piss-ant." Darryl responded, his voice cold and vengeful.

 

"Ok you cocky punk. Let's see how tough you sound when you're begging for mercy!" The man shouted as he ran toward him. Darryl said nothing, but simply gripped his sheathed katana tightly. He crouched slightly as the man charged, wildly swinging nun chucks lined with blades. In response to this, Darryl drew his katana with a quick upward slash, causing the man to jump back and stare at him. "Too bad. After all that, you missed." The man pointed out, causing Darryl to resheath his katana.

 

"Ignorance is bliss..." Darryl muttered, as the man's head suddenly rolled off his neck, crimson liquid flowing from the wound. "Never mind, that was a lie. It's just damned annoying." Darryl said as the blood poured onto the floor. "Look, quite frankly...I don't have time for this. All of you come at me at once. It's more convient to shed your blood that way." Darryl said, once again unsheathing his katana. The large group roared in laughter before honoring his wish, all charging him at once. When witnessing this, Darryl grinned. His grin however, gave off bloodlust and struck fear into the eyes of the weaker competitors.

 

With this, Darryl charged the group, piercing the heart of the person closest to him. Darryl drove his foot into his stomach, pulling out his katana, only to drive it into the stomach of a man behind him. He let go of his katana, while quickly rotating with his sheath in his hand. He made a quick horizontal slash at a man's neck before turning and pulling his katana out of the previous man's stomach. When he pulled his katana out, he noticed that he was surrounded.

 

"Like lambs to the slaughter..." Darryl muttered as he began moving around the circle, slashing each of the men who circled him. Blood squirted from their wounds as they fell to the ground. After this, he quickly turned around and used his left hand to squeeze the head of a man who appeared behind him. He slowly lifted him off the ground, grinning. "Sweet dreams, you won't be waking up." Darryl whispered as he pierced the neck of his victim. He quickly pulled out the blade and charged the remains of his attackers, slaying them until there was one left. That single man wielded a gun, a six-shot pistol to be exact.

 

"No matter how fast you are you can't dodge a bullet!" The man shouted as the sound of the gunfire rang through the air, and the red-hot smoke from the bullet filled the air. Darryl simply raised his sword, slashing the bullet and knocking it aside him.

 

"Just for the record...if you try to shoot me again you'll be dead before you pull the trigger." Darryl muttered, as the man shook in fear.

 

"What are you?" The man questioned, raising his gun once again.

 

"I am the god of death. And now it's your time to die." Darryl said with a grin that struck fear into the man's eyes, allowing a yellow liquid to secrete from him. At the sight of this, Darryl let out a hearty laugh. "Did you just piss yourself?" Darryl taunted, as the man's hands now shook.

 

"Sh...Sh...Shut up!" The man shouted in retort. He then quickly tried to run away.

 

"Oh no. That just won't do. Now come on. Make me feel it! Make me feel alive again!" Darryl shouted as he sped off after the man, and without losing his momentum, slashed the man in half. After slowing to a stop, he rubbed his hands through his hair, revealing a set of crystal blue eyes. When he removed his hand, the hair fell back over his eyes again. He then sheathed his sword, and walked off to watch the next set of warriors.

 

"So it appears that's member number one." The tall man stated.

 

"Yes. And get this. There's another young person like him in block B. His name is Thomas Mallory. He's sixteen years of age, and his weapon of choice is his custom six-shot handgun." The weasily voiced man said.

 

"Hm...Thomas Mallory...interesting...” The tall man whispered as he watched a young man with crimson eyes, long black hair, black tattered clothing, and strange marks below the eyes take the stage, gripping a handgun tightly...