Flowers of Despair
Nov 4, 2013 12:43:00 GMT -12
Post by Jet on Nov 4, 2013 12:43:00 GMT -12
Prologue
A young teenager dressed in black climbed up a tall tree that towered up above the rest of the forest, no sign of real civilization anywhere in sight. He had jet black hair that hung at his shoulders and cold blue irises that leaked with tears. His black leather jacket and black jeans make him barely visible in the dark shadows of night. Storm clouds dominated the sky, ready to cry along with the boy at any given moment.
The boy's salty tears leaked from his eyes, running down his cheeks, over his mouth, and dripping off his chin onto the forest floor below. He grabbed another limb and halfheartedly pulled himself up, his feet barely finding surface on the thin branch. He placed himself too where he was propped up against the trunk of the tree, his feet dangling off the branch, hanging limply on one side of the thin plank of wood that sprouted from the tree trunk. a light rain now began to pour from the grey clouds that towered above, mixing in with the boy's tears, causing the stinging that came with the tears too lessen. The boy began to sing a son in a surprisingly light, young voice.
It was a light tune, and through it, all his pain and sadness could be heard. Although it had no words, it was as if there was a secret message hidden inside it, telling the world how he felt. You could heard hear the guns, smell the blood, see the flames and the people that died in it. Then it began to talk about what the boy was doing. He had been seven years old, and he was alone. He was traveling through the woods, his eyes wide with fear, the snow swirling around him. The city lay behind him in ashes and flames, and the boy was stumbling through the snow, trying desperately to get away from the city he had grown up in.
As the song came to an end, the boy pulled out his pocket knife, making a small cut on his finger. He allowed a droplet of blood drip from his fingertip, landing on the ground below too be absorbed by the soil.
"Too all the people who died that night...And to the people who tried to save them." He whispered, barely audible through the rain.
Blood splattered the city walls, flames dancing on the roofs of millions of houses and buildings. Gunfire blasted the sky, lighting up the city landscape so that the few that were still alive could witness the deaths of their loves ones. A seven year old boy with jet black hair and tattered clothing huddled in an alleyway, covering his eyes with his hands, his whole body shaking in fear. Gunfire sounded nearby and warm blood splattered onto the wall next to the boy and the backs of his hands, and the boy uncovered his eyes to reveal a blue iris, staring in bewilderment at the blood on his hands. He staggered up, his gaze shifting from the alleyway behind him and the bloody mess called war in front of him.
The boy's salty tears leaked from his eyes, running down his cheeks, over his mouth, and dripping off his chin onto the forest floor below. He grabbed another limb and halfheartedly pulled himself up, his feet barely finding surface on the thin branch. He placed himself too where he was propped up against the trunk of the tree, his feet dangling off the branch, hanging limply on one side of the thin plank of wood that sprouted from the tree trunk. a light rain now began to pour from the grey clouds that towered above, mixing in with the boy's tears, causing the stinging that came with the tears too lessen. The boy began to sing a son in a surprisingly light, young voice.
It was a light tune, and through it, all his pain and sadness could be heard. Although it had no words, it was as if there was a secret message hidden inside it, telling the world how he felt. You could heard hear the guns, smell the blood, see the flames and the people that died in it. Then it began to talk about what the boy was doing. He had been seven years old, and he was alone. He was traveling through the woods, his eyes wide with fear, the snow swirling around him. The city lay behind him in ashes and flames, and the boy was stumbling through the snow, trying desperately to get away from the city he had grown up in.
As the song came to an end, the boy pulled out his pocket knife, making a small cut on his finger. He allowed a droplet of blood drip from his fingertip, landing on the ground below too be absorbed by the soil.
"Too all the people who died that night...And to the people who tried to save them." He whispered, barely audible through the rain.
Chapter 1
Blood splattered the city walls, flames dancing on the roofs of millions of houses and buildings. Gunfire blasted the sky, lighting up the city landscape so that the few that were still alive could witness the deaths of their loves ones. A seven year old boy with jet black hair and tattered clothing huddled in an alleyway, covering his eyes with his hands, his whole body shaking in fear. Gunfire sounded nearby and warm blood splattered onto the wall next to the boy and the backs of his hands, and the boy uncovered his eyes to reveal a blue iris, staring in bewilderment at the blood on his hands. He staggered up, his gaze shifting from the alleyway behind him and the bloody mess called war in front of him.
The boy spun around on a whim and sprinted toward the city exit as fast as he could. But as he approached the exit, he was greeted with the sharp pain of a bullet in his left leg. He fell to the ground, trying his best not to cry, but failing. A few tears dripped from his tear ducts, landing on the concrete below. Men in uniforms armed with guns approuched from behind and surrounded him, guns already aimed incase he tried anything. A man in a slightly different uniform stepped through the crowd, gun pointed towards the ground.
"What have we got here..?" The man asked the boy, almost mockingly. Out of desperation, the boy grabbed one of the men's guns using telekinisis, suprising the whole group of men. They were just about to fire when the man in the different uniform held up his hand to the men and bent in closer with new interest. The boy couldn't bring himself to shoot.
"You've never shot someone before, have you?" The man asked, still in that mocking voice. He stood up again, facing the other men. They went from a slight confusion to a attention form. It was clear they were the military, or maybe just military-like, considering the fact that the military was usually on the city's side in most wars that occured. It could be a false military, one that is trying to immitate the military to be exactly the same but claim that they are 'more diginified' and 'less stupid' so that they have a way to collect followerers for the war as they take over the government.
"Lock him up back at our base." The man ordered.
"Yes, sir!" All the men called simutaniously, and 2 men grabbed the boy by the arms, who, stunned by his lack of will and the pain in his leg, lay limply and let them drag him toward the city exit and into a camp outside the city walls. As soon as they began carrying him, he felt a sharp sting to the back of his neck and fell asleep instantly.
"What have we got here..?" The man asked the boy, almost mockingly. Out of desperation, the boy grabbed one of the men's guns using telekinisis, suprising the whole group of men. They were just about to fire when the man in the different uniform held up his hand to the men and bent in closer with new interest. The boy couldn't bring himself to shoot.
"You've never shot someone before, have you?" The man asked, still in that mocking voice. He stood up again, facing the other men. They went from a slight confusion to a attention form. It was clear they were the military, or maybe just military-like, considering the fact that the military was usually on the city's side in most wars that occured. It could be a false military, one that is trying to immitate the military to be exactly the same but claim that they are 'more diginified' and 'less stupid' so that they have a way to collect followerers for the war as they take over the government.
"Lock him up back at our base." The man ordered.
"Yes, sir!" All the men called simutaniously, and 2 men grabbed the boy by the arms, who, stunned by his lack of will and the pain in his leg, lay limply and let them drag him toward the city exit and into a camp outside the city walls. As soon as they began carrying him, he felt a sharp sting to the back of his neck and fell asleep instantly.
***
As the boy awoke, he found himself inside a tent, tied with his hands behind his back on a pole that held up the tend. Another pole sat across from the one he was on, and on it was another person tied to a pole. There was a thin curtain inbetween them, so he couldn't tell what gender the figure he saw was, but he decided to try calling something out.
"...Hello?" He said, suddenly filled with fear that it might be one of the men that had put him here. He hoped not, but who knew? If it was, he'd probably just gareenteed himself an infinity of being tested on. There were a few people in the world that knew Telikinisis, and he was one. Yet, most of them were in labratories, as people were still trying to figure out how Telikinisis works. If he made a big point of himself, he'd get the same fate. He noticed his leg was bandaged up, the bullet taken out. That made it clear they wanted him alive. And that was bad. Really bad.
"...Hello?" He said, suddenly filled with fear that it might be one of the men that had put him here. He hoped not, but who knew? If it was, he'd probably just gareenteed himself an infinity of being tested on. There were a few people in the world that knew Telikinisis, and he was one. Yet, most of them were in labratories, as people were still trying to figure out how Telikinisis works. If he made a big point of himself, he'd get the same fate. He noticed his leg was bandaged up, the bullet taken out. That made it clear they wanted him alive. And that was bad. Really bad.
