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The Boy and the Demon
Idolized shrieks of dull footsteps stepping upon the beige colored path in the vegetation that lined the singular gravel like path, A singular youth looking at the age of thirteen sauntered through the aquamarine colored trees, concentrated wind's blew through his hair as he stared into the ebony colored horizons.
His hair was an ivory colored, irregular breezes brushed his ruffled spines of hair sweeping one into his peripheral line of vision and then out of it. Rays of lunar light bestowed their beings upon his pale skin, and along his white kimono, the color of innocence was strewn heroically about his torso, ending at his waist where it was tied together with an yolk colored fabric that wrapped around his waist tying his kimono and taichi training pants which were the color of innocence.
Naturally carved arc like rays of light ran down his pale arms, through the vegetation they decided to find rectitude upon his meager being, the light expanding until they reached his hands or that is what was supposed to be there. Enveloping where his palm was supposed to be was a spectrometric orb, a singular entity for each arm it completely shadowed over them, disabling his whole hand from being visible.
From the right hand came a rope having multiple latches that ran up to a made of a strange material, it appeared to be almost unbreakable in appearance, the silver chain ended at his shoulder where it appeared to go into the side of his kimono. Right above the casket where two spiritual vectors that stretched their digits above his cranium; they appeared to take a vow to protect their cingulated masters form, disoriented air whipped around his form, creating a threatening appearance.
Pupil-less optics stared at the other man, the orbs appeared to have no dilation, but this was to change as the foe would perceive. With this he pressed his orb like hands together, "It's good to finally meet you. May the heavens judge your sins." He spoke in a very audible voice, a readiness reverberated around the befuddled forest.
“Heh, heh heh. My sins”, questioned a very rustic voice. This voice, though lowly audible, came from a man that was settled down by a tree. Looking up to his front left, the pale man began to chuckle at the other’s ‘piety’. “Nothing, ehm, tickles me more than a man who speaks of a god make-believe.”
The male on the ground reeked of death and blood. The man’s attire was ragged. Dressed in all black, he had nothing on him but the shadows. He wore a black, high collared, jacket with multiple silver zippers, buckles, and straps. On his right eye was a faded brown eye patch that was sewn on tight. His other eye was a very pale light blue that was void of emotion or life.
Within the wind, the trees began waving their branches modestly, as they wait patiently for the sun to come over the horizon. Slowly the forest came to life with the sounds of birds singing and young mammals slowly coming out of their homes to hunt. One of the little said mammals, a squirrel nonetheless, appeared from behind the tree the other man was.
The squirrel went up to the pale faced man and began sniffing his hand. The man lightly picked up the cute little forest creature. His hand gently wrapped around the squirrels head, rubbing its cheek. With quick and merciless pressure, the man completely crushed the poor creatures head. Blood trickled out of its cranium, as bits of grey matter appeared out the sides. The male casually put the squirrel away into his sleeve and chuckled to himself.
Slowly rising to his feet, the man quickly asserted himself as the tallest. The killer stood at the height of 6”8. His hair was jet black, frumpy, and a real mess. “Hmm…I take it that you’re some kind of priest. You must think me some kind of demon. So be it then. Let’s see if thou’s ‘holy’ father gave upon the the necessary strength. With that, the man backed up against the dark tree, and disappeared into the shadow on it.
“Let’s play a game, boy”, the man said, as he appeared behind the boy 20 feet away to his left. “It’s called Kill or be Killed. Want to join?” With that, multiple dark pools appeared around the area. Five, most importantly had appeared. Two were beneath both male’s feet. One was equidistant between them, and another appeared on the boy’s casket. Howling and screeching echoed throughout the forest, as figures outside of the immediate zone began moving and dashing about the trees. “Let’s see if your Savior is here to help you now.
 Neotepid · Tue Jul 20, 2010 @ 05:29pm · 0 Comments |
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