Wrath of Darkness
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,275
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prolouge
Greetings. This is my very first story here and I hope you all treat it nicely. The story will seem very confusing at first, but as it goes on, it will get better, kay?
Claimer: the characters in this story are mine. I created these character by myself and I would prefer that no one use them without my permission. thanxs. on with the show *cough cough-and soon to be bloodbath-cough cough*
Wrath of Darkness
Proluge
Sitting the shadows I watch. I watch the those who pass me; those that don\'t see me. I watch and I wait. Wait for the time in which I know is right. The time I have longed for for years on end, yet still wait for, sitting in the shadows. I have no way to tell when that time has come, but somewhow, I know something will tell me.
As I wait in the dark shadows, I glare at those I recgonize, those who I have seen cheating, lying, betraying, and breaking that which is fragile. In my loathing, I feel the need to stop them, break them, avenge those who suffered from them, eliminate them... But I stop myself from doing the unthinkable. The unthinkable which I have committed many times before; staining my hands with blood. I have worked hard to break my murdorous habit. But old habits die hard.
Instead of doing the unthinkable, I close my eyes and wait until I no longer sense thier pressence. Once I no longer sense them, I open my eyes and continue to watch from my hidding place. After spending my life in the shadows, protecting them, eliminating them, observing them, and destorying them. Destorying. Few understand the ture meaning behind this simple, yet harmful word. A task I myself am not proud to say that I have committed quite a few times throughout my long and solitude life. Looking back, I point the errors and the foolish decesions I have made time and time again; errors I wish I could change. But what is done is done.
I hear thunder crash and the rain begin to pour down, the Moon crying once agian for freedom. Those who tread through the streets stop for a moment as they observe the rain pouring down upon the, some of them pulling out readied umbrellas, and all continueing on their way as if it\'s not pouring so hard, it would fill a child\'s pool in a few short minutes. It rains quite often here, and the citizens here are used to it, usually carrying umbrellas everywhere they go.
I do nothing to protect myself from the pouring rain, not even flinching. I\'m used to harsh conditions; a little rain is no hassle for me, no matter how hard it\'s coming down. I\'ve adapted to relieing on no one but myself and have been on my own for as long as I can remember. Except for a very short time, when I made the greatest mistake of my life.
The rain only continues to come down harder as time passes, but still I do not budge from my hidding place. If found, it will prove hell. Getting bored, I settle back and watch the passerbys go on their way. Until something catches my senses, causing me to tense.
I bolt upright, still in my hding place, my eyes, ears, and all other senses on high alert. Something is coming... It\'s here... The time is approching... My eyes widen as I spot my target; the least thing I ever expected...
To be Conyinued...
Well there\'s the first part. Let me know what you goys think alright?
Claimer: the characters in this story are mine. I created these character by myself and I would prefer that no one use them without my permission. thanxs. on with the show *cough cough-and soon to be bloodbath-cough cough*
Wrath of Darkness
Proluge
Sitting the shadows I watch. I watch the those who pass me; those that don\'t see me. I watch and I wait. Wait for the time in which I know is right. The time I have longed for for years on end, yet still wait for, sitting in the shadows. I have no way to tell when that time has come, but somewhow, I know something will tell me.
As I wait in the dark shadows, I glare at those I recgonize, those who I have seen cheating, lying, betraying, and breaking that which is fragile. In my loathing, I feel the need to stop them, break them, avenge those who suffered from them, eliminate them... But I stop myself from doing the unthinkable. The unthinkable which I have committed many times before; staining my hands with blood. I have worked hard to break my murdorous habit. But old habits die hard.
Instead of doing the unthinkable, I close my eyes and wait until I no longer sense thier pressence. Once I no longer sense them, I open my eyes and continue to watch from my hidding place. After spending my life in the shadows, protecting them, eliminating them, observing them, and destorying them. Destorying. Few understand the ture meaning behind this simple, yet harmful word. A task I myself am not proud to say that I have committed quite a few times throughout my long and solitude life. Looking back, I point the errors and the foolish decesions I have made time and time again; errors I wish I could change. But what is done is done.
I hear thunder crash and the rain begin to pour down, the Moon crying once agian for freedom. Those who tread through the streets stop for a moment as they observe the rain pouring down upon the, some of them pulling out readied umbrellas, and all continueing on their way as if it\'s not pouring so hard, it would fill a child\'s pool in a few short minutes. It rains quite often here, and the citizens here are used to it, usually carrying umbrellas everywhere they go.
I do nothing to protect myself from the pouring rain, not even flinching. I\'m used to harsh conditions; a little rain is no hassle for me, no matter how hard it\'s coming down. I\'ve adapted to relieing on no one but myself and have been on my own for as long as I can remember. Except for a very short time, when I made the greatest mistake of my life.
The rain only continues to come down harder as time passes, but still I do not budge from my hidding place. If found, it will prove hell. Getting bored, I settle back and watch the passerbys go on their way. Until something catches my senses, causing me to tense.
I bolt upright, still in my hding place, my eyes, ears, and all other senses on high alert. Something is coming... It\'s here... The time is approching... My eyes widen as I spot my target; the least thing I ever expected...
To be Conyinued...
Well there\'s the first part. Let me know what you goys think alright?