The Damned: Weatherly's beginning04:10 May 23 2009
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Living in a small town community the man not known as a friend to anyone lived on the streets. He was simply a nobody. He wore ragged clothes holes showing his scarred skin. He didn't trust other people for they did nothing for him. He lived by the bottle always sipping to feel the numbness.
His hair long greasy whitish blond . His eyes simply green, but they showed his suffering. His skinny worn out body stayed in the same position on the sidewalk.
He had no shoes, and no longer cared. Only item he carried was his guitar and amp. The last remnants of his shattered life. He would plug it up at stores playing a sad solo as he sang his voice full of the only strength he had left. His rhythms varied as the day wore along.
His story was simple he was a war veteran. He had destroyed his life by going, and on top of that his wife had cheated on him the whole time he was gone.
His kid never knew who he was just his wife's lover as his father. This tore at his soul every single day he lived that someone he loved that bad could take a dagger, and send it straight into his heart. His muscles had went away along with his appetite. All he had was his music left, and yet it was to filled with misery. The nightmares of the war didn't help, and things he did were unspeakable.
He sang, "I begged you to listen, but you turned your back on me. Now I hang in the balance of insanity. I can't deal with the problems of this society because I'm dealing with devil, and he's just sitting down there laughin at me."
People stopped viewing him like a menace.
The bad thing was he was so young only 21. He looked much older by his physique.
People just didn't understand.
One day he went to a dark alley just to rest his worn body as he chugged another bottle. He cried his eyes out just wondering how she could have the nerve.
He heard voices all the time, and they called him to just relieve his self. He took his guitar cord tied it firmly onto a rail of a fire escape, and made himself a rope to hang his misery once and for all. He was on top of a dumpster when he put the cord around his neck.
"Forgive me lord for I have sinned," He wept as he jumped.
He choked hoping it would end quickly then the cord snapped. He fell to the ground coughing screaming and cursing the world. Then a figure appeared with long blond hair, and sharp blue eyes. Every bit of it was like a man with the palest skin he had ever seen. He thought it was a dream, and suddenly the man bit him on the neck. He struggled trying to wrench himself away as he began breathing hard.
The man suddenly dissapeared, and he was left there convulsing. He suddenly stopped convulsing as his muscle intensified bursting out. He felt a new strength, but his sight was red.
He zoomed through the night not knowing what was going on. The whole night he heard screams in his mind. They were the most horrifying thing he'd ever heard in his life.
He passed out not knowing what he had just done.
He woke the next morning with a severed headache in a wrecked house. He saw 3 bodies lying upon the floor one of his wife. The one that made him break into tears was that of the small child only 3 years old. It was his only son. He looked into the frightened eyes of the barely living boy.
"No..." he was choked by the lump in his throat as his mouth became dry.
"Monster," The boy muttered through the blood.
He closed his eyes as more tears barreled down his face. He screamed as the boy's lifeforce slipped away.
"Please kill me lord. (pouting) God what have I done. My son," He screamed wailing.
He looked at his son one last time until he felt a hand on his shoulder none other than the man who had bitten him. His eyes showed pity as he helped him onto his feet.
"I couldn't control you I'm so sorry," The man said.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be," He said wondering why the man had changed him into a monstrosity.
"I'm Leonightus," He said looking at the bodies like simple pieces of meat.
The man stayed silent still crying. He slammed his fist straight through a wall as he screamed at God.
"That's not going to help anything my friend," He said trying to soften the blow life had just dealt the man.
"I know, but...," He stammered as he fell to his knees the agony not letting up on his heart one bit.
He never thought he would ever feel any worse pain than he already had.
"Calm down. They didn't care for you anyway," Leonightus said.
"It doesn't matter I just killed my own son," He said looking up in anger instead of sorrow.
"Tragic I know," Leonightus said his voice a little sarcastic.
"Shut the fuck up," He said his eyes turning a sullen red.
"Weatherly such superb talent," Leonightus said.
"How do you know my name," He asked angering masking over his pain for a second as he stood.
"You mentioned it last night," Leonightus said with a witty smile appearing on his face.
"Ahhhhhhhh," He screamed as he charged forward, but was quickly knocked out by his foe.
"It's just the beginning from here I promise," He said picking up the knocked out man.
To be continued....
COMMENTS
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renegadeslove
15:26 Jun 01 2009
i liked this one. nice ending.