Post by Konan on May 16, 2009 21:44:43 GMT -5
Birth
Misfortune comes to everyone. Some are more misfortunate then others. But it can’t be helped, it is not their fault. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. It is just natural, and merely a part of life.
However, there is a point where bad luck goes so far to the point where life is just being cruel. The breaking point between misfortune and injustice. Some say that breaking point is the birth of evil. Now I don’t really know if that’s true or not, after all no one is born evil, right? It’s just the misguided actions that pertains as evil? Maybe I’m just being naïve. But, through experience, I really do believe no one is born evil.
The story I’m about to tell you, is about a boy who has been misguided beyond belief. A boy that went down the wrong road in life, as if he just followed all the detour signs that strayed him from the righteous path. I truly believe that if he didn‘t make all the wrong choices he would be a better man today, even a good friend.
I’ll say it bluntly. this is a horrid story; a sad and pitiful one. If you are expecting the bad problems to end up as happy resolved ones, don’t. They will just get worse and worse. Being born into an unknown world wondering where, who, and why, it‘ll happen to you. I guess you can say this is all my fault. After all this boy was my responsibility.
Oh, but who is this boy you ask? He learned the care and love the world has to offer, but just as soon he had it was all taken away. He was taught the wrong things, learned the wrongful ways, and walked into the wrong path. His innocence was manipulated and twisted, until his heart could only accept evil and nothing more.
His name was Sayuri.
But his name was forgotten and abandoned through his anger and rage. So he constructed a new name. A name that is just a parasite of another.
Evil Minh.
Most of you, if not all, will probably know the story of how this pitiful being came to be. If not…well I can tell you that it wasn’t some mother who pushed out a baby in the hospital room. In a way, I was the mother. What? Don’t look at me like that, I’m not done explaining.
It was the situation of being in the wrong place, in the wrong time for me. My timing couldn’t of been any worse. I had taken a small detour through an alley one day to avoid being late, but if I had known what troubles it would give me, I would never walk into it. After that incident, I never walked in an alley ever again. But anyway, as I was walking I had bumped into the stupidest guy anyone could ever meet. You probably know who before I can finish this sentence, but for those who don’t, it is Zeva. He had bumped into me and knocked me to the ground while being wounded all over. I had accidentally swallowed some of his blood. And Zeva’s blood, is not something you’d want to get in you. Normally anyone would of died from that, but I was an exception. I don’t exactly know why I had survived, but I’d rather die then be the one who spawned Evil Minh. So that’s it, in a nutshell. With that, we start our story.
It was a dark and stormy summer night, the night of the incident. Dark and stormy night, cliché much? Yes, yes it is. But I suppose that is god’s way of saying “Something wicked this way comes” or something like that. The irony in this situation resembles that of Frankenstein, because in a way, both situations involve in the creation of a monster. However, Evil Minh was in no way comparable to the monster in Frankenstein. Evil Minh was born like a baby would. Scared and startled, but those were the only similarities between the two.
The rain showered heavily down to the world below accompanying the flashes of lightning sounded by thunder, to complete the large storm that occurred. With the guidance of wind, the rain lightly pattered upon the window still of a mahogany house. Aside from the thunderous clouds above, the rain created a soothing sound as it hit upon the window, a normal motion that would help anyone complete their night’s sleep. Except, for one.
The boy that desperately attempted to achieve his peaceful sleep, was that one. He laid in his bed, tossing and turning in agony, sweating and burning up. It was not from a nightmare, no, and neither was from sickness. In the cruel twist of words of this situation, I dare say it was birth. He clutched the bed sheets, his hand trembling violently. The pain was unbearable, not only from the physical torture but from the emotional distress that occurred inside his mind.
What was going on? Why was he feeling this way? He felt perfectly normal throughout the day…until…the alley. Did he catch something? What was it? Of course he didn’t know that he had swallowed something terrible, but his throat had been sore all day afterwards. The pain suddenly rose to a whole new level, and certainly if he wasn’t asleep he would scream to the heavens in agony. His body began twitching uncontrollably like he was in an unconscious seizure, until his body experienced a sudden jolt and he laid still. For that second, he didn’t breathe. For that second, his heart was still and his blood has frozen.
Without any warning, a head emerged from his back, and like a baby being pushed out, a body was being pushed out. In a flash, the body shot out of the boy and collapsed on the ground below. The boy’s body continued proper function as if nothing had happened. At last he was at peace, and a small smile graced his lips as he laid on his side with nightmares turning to dreams.
For the other, it was quite different. He laid down beside the wall, still save for the small rise of his chest. His body shook unconsciously, trying to adapt to his first experience with gravity. Very slowly, his eyelids twitched until they finally listened to command, and opened up. His eyes were like that of a ruby’s, red, clear, and filled with mystery. The very eyes that if you stared deep to, you’d find yourself lost in them. His eyes darted around, taking in every inch of his surroundings. Though he didn’t understand anything around him, he had a sense of familiarity. He stared at his legs, moving them slightly to get the feeling in. Using the wall as support, he attempted to hoist himself up on his feet, but stumbled and fell on top of the bed where the boy was sleeping. The warmth and softness of the bed brought him comfort, helping him relax more. But he couldn’t help but look up and stare at the face of the sleeping boy.
He had a young and boyish look with his bedridden black bangs draping over his eyes. There was a content look on his face, probably from having a much more pleasant dream then the previous one. Lightning shot out in the distance, and he the startle caused him to jump away. He stared at the sky, trying to see what it was, but it was gone already. Once more he tried to stand on his feet, this time more successful. He took one more look at the sleeping boy, then clumsily walked out of the room. The cold hallway was dark save for a nightlight that lit a small portion. He knelt down on all fours and crawled to the light, staring at it in awe. Then gave it a slight poke, which caused it to detach from the wall and bring the hallway to darkness.
He let out a small gasp and looked around in fear. What’d he do? Where was the light? But he couldn’t see anything. He poked the nightlight again, plugging it back into the wall and light came out once more. It was better if it was just left alone. He looked around for anything else of interest, but there was nothing else but a mirror that hung on the wall. Getting more use to it, he stood up without hassle and walked over to the mirror. Alas, he had a good look on what he himself looked like. He was dressed in the same attire as the other boy, a blue hooded jacket and dark blue pants, only they did not fit him at all. It confused him a lot, he looked far different then the other, despite being of the same age of sixteen. His face had a very pale complexion, yet was very feminine. As he stared at the mirror, he watched his reflected image rub his hands throughout his body. His waist was slim and curved, his arms were thin yet not too thin, and his chest…his chest had a strange motion within, like the beating of a drum moving constantly without rest. Taking another look, his entire body had a feminine look to it, and he could very well pose himself as female if not for one difference in his lower regions.
The black bangs of his shoulder length spiked hair covered his forehead and the top rim of his eyes, completing his look of a nervous and shy individual. He couldn’t help but bring his hand to his face, feeling the smooth texture of his cheeks, the petite softness of his lips. Lips…he opened his mouth and eyed it closely. His tongue traced over his teeth until…what’s this? His traced over something long and sharp next to his front and bottom teeth, but what was it? He looked closely at the mirror, and saw the abnormality of these four different teeth. Yes, they were fangs, but his mind was confused on this matter. Wasn’t his teeth supposed to be all straight like the others?
The doorways nearby flashed with bright light as thunder was sounded, and he gasped retracting from the mirror. This noise, this light, he didn’t want it. It had to go away. Or…he had to go away. Lights were flashed again, and he dashed down the hallway, stumbling over. A new feeling ran to his mind, an unpleasant one. He rubbed his knee as if trying to scrub away the sensation, the sensation that was called pain. He didn’t like it, it was irritable. Again the windows flashed a brief white light, followed by the terrible sound. He got up quickly, and ran through the living room only to stumble once more. Right…where would he go? How can he escape this? There seemed to be no way out in this terrible entrapment. But wait, something sparked in his mind. He looked over at the front door and something made him sure that was the way out. He headed over to it, touching the cold wood, rubbing around until his hand caught the door handle. It wiggled a little to his touch, then turned as he twisted his hand. He pulled the door open, a bitter cold flowing in. It was just as dark outside, with the cold water pouring down making it even a worse scenario. But anything was better then here, anything was acceptable. He had gotten used to running, but the problem of his situation was where was he running to? The road was empty, there was nothing but the back walls of houses and road lamps. He was soaked to the bone, not even the warmth of these clothes can protect him.
Alas he ceased his endless running, collapsing to the wet and muddy ground. The light flashed above him, but he couldn’t escape it. There was nowhere he could go to escape this monstrous sound. He leaned against the brick wall, holding his knees close to his chest. Maybe it was best to stay in that warm room, but now it was just a memory. Everything looked different, it was impossible for him to find it again. He buried his face in his arms, trying to gather up all the warmth he could obtain. Why was he all alone? When did he wake up from his dream? Everything gave him a sense of déjà vu, but at the same time it was menacing. Was he to stay and succumb to this cold? No, for a miracle had happened.
“You’ll catch a cold like that.”
This sound…this comforting sound, it was different then the padding of rain, or the monstrous thunder. He looked up to see where it came from, and found he was not alone. The horrible feeling in his chest was replaced with a newer one that he hoped to stay. Another new face, different then his own and the boy. Was everything in this world different?
“What is a pretty young girl doing in a place like this? Don’t you have a home to go to?” said the voice again, which belonged to an old woman, smiling a heartwarming smile. But he could not respond, he had no knowledge of these words that she was speaking. But the old woman knew very well what his answer was as she looked at those staring red eyes. “Then, would you like to come with me?” She held out a hand to him, a hand that would be the start of his young life.
He didn’t know, he didn’t know why, he didn’t know whom. But his hand had unconsciously raised and grasped the one of the old woman, and his body stood on its own. The rain had stopped pelting him as he was brought under the protection of the yellow umbrella, and together they walked down the road and away from his nightmares.
“Do you have a family?” she asked suddenly.
He didn’t respond. He didn’t know how to, and even so he couldn’t do so. But the old woman seemed to read it already. She knew there was something special, a mysterious presence of his very existence. And it was very fortunate that this old lady was the first thing that he had come to contact in this new world.
But good things never last.
_____________________________
Didn't see this coming? Hah, neither did I. I had this story in mind for a while, and I already started on the first chapter, but somehow I never continued working on it. But after the talk Espi and I had prior to the unban of Tai, it inspired me to continue. So, thanks Espi! So anyway, in this story I'll go further into the backstory of Evil Minh, with some tidbits of Minh's and even Zeva too. Enjoy, and leave some feedback too <3~.
Misfortune comes to everyone. Some are more misfortunate then others. But it can’t be helped, it is not their fault. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. It is just natural, and merely a part of life.
However, there is a point where bad luck goes so far to the point where life is just being cruel. The breaking point between misfortune and injustice. Some say that breaking point is the birth of evil. Now I don’t really know if that’s true or not, after all no one is born evil, right? It’s just the misguided actions that pertains as evil? Maybe I’m just being naïve. But, through experience, I really do believe no one is born evil.
The story I’m about to tell you, is about a boy who has been misguided beyond belief. A boy that went down the wrong road in life, as if he just followed all the detour signs that strayed him from the righteous path. I truly believe that if he didn‘t make all the wrong choices he would be a better man today, even a good friend.
I’ll say it bluntly. this is a horrid story; a sad and pitiful one. If you are expecting the bad problems to end up as happy resolved ones, don’t. They will just get worse and worse. Being born into an unknown world wondering where, who, and why, it‘ll happen to you. I guess you can say this is all my fault. After all this boy was my responsibility.
Oh, but who is this boy you ask? He learned the care and love the world has to offer, but just as soon he had it was all taken away. He was taught the wrong things, learned the wrongful ways, and walked into the wrong path. His innocence was manipulated and twisted, until his heart could only accept evil and nothing more.
His name was Sayuri.
But his name was forgotten and abandoned through his anger and rage. So he constructed a new name. A name that is just a parasite of another.
Evil Minh.
Most of you, if not all, will probably know the story of how this pitiful being came to be. If not…well I can tell you that it wasn’t some mother who pushed out a baby in the hospital room. In a way, I was the mother. What? Don’t look at me like that, I’m not done explaining.
It was the situation of being in the wrong place, in the wrong time for me. My timing couldn’t of been any worse. I had taken a small detour through an alley one day to avoid being late, but if I had known what troubles it would give me, I would never walk into it. After that incident, I never walked in an alley ever again. But anyway, as I was walking I had bumped into the stupidest guy anyone could ever meet. You probably know who before I can finish this sentence, but for those who don’t, it is Zeva. He had bumped into me and knocked me to the ground while being wounded all over. I had accidentally swallowed some of his blood. And Zeva’s blood, is not something you’d want to get in you. Normally anyone would of died from that, but I was an exception. I don’t exactly know why I had survived, but I’d rather die then be the one who spawned Evil Minh. So that’s it, in a nutshell. With that, we start our story.
It was a dark and stormy summer night, the night of the incident. Dark and stormy night, cliché much? Yes, yes it is. But I suppose that is god’s way of saying “Something wicked this way comes” or something like that. The irony in this situation resembles that of Frankenstein, because in a way, both situations involve in the creation of a monster. However, Evil Minh was in no way comparable to the monster in Frankenstein. Evil Minh was born like a baby would. Scared and startled, but those were the only similarities between the two.
The rain showered heavily down to the world below accompanying the flashes of lightning sounded by thunder, to complete the large storm that occurred. With the guidance of wind, the rain lightly pattered upon the window still of a mahogany house. Aside from the thunderous clouds above, the rain created a soothing sound as it hit upon the window, a normal motion that would help anyone complete their night’s sleep. Except, for one.
The boy that desperately attempted to achieve his peaceful sleep, was that one. He laid in his bed, tossing and turning in agony, sweating and burning up. It was not from a nightmare, no, and neither was from sickness. In the cruel twist of words of this situation, I dare say it was birth. He clutched the bed sheets, his hand trembling violently. The pain was unbearable, not only from the physical torture but from the emotional distress that occurred inside his mind.
What was going on? Why was he feeling this way? He felt perfectly normal throughout the day…until…the alley. Did he catch something? What was it? Of course he didn’t know that he had swallowed something terrible, but his throat had been sore all day afterwards. The pain suddenly rose to a whole new level, and certainly if he wasn’t asleep he would scream to the heavens in agony. His body began twitching uncontrollably like he was in an unconscious seizure, until his body experienced a sudden jolt and he laid still. For that second, he didn’t breathe. For that second, his heart was still and his blood has frozen.
Without any warning, a head emerged from his back, and like a baby being pushed out, a body was being pushed out. In a flash, the body shot out of the boy and collapsed on the ground below. The boy’s body continued proper function as if nothing had happened. At last he was at peace, and a small smile graced his lips as he laid on his side with nightmares turning to dreams.
For the other, it was quite different. He laid down beside the wall, still save for the small rise of his chest. His body shook unconsciously, trying to adapt to his first experience with gravity. Very slowly, his eyelids twitched until they finally listened to command, and opened up. His eyes were like that of a ruby’s, red, clear, and filled with mystery. The very eyes that if you stared deep to, you’d find yourself lost in them. His eyes darted around, taking in every inch of his surroundings. Though he didn’t understand anything around him, he had a sense of familiarity. He stared at his legs, moving them slightly to get the feeling in. Using the wall as support, he attempted to hoist himself up on his feet, but stumbled and fell on top of the bed where the boy was sleeping. The warmth and softness of the bed brought him comfort, helping him relax more. But he couldn’t help but look up and stare at the face of the sleeping boy.
He had a young and boyish look with his bedridden black bangs draping over his eyes. There was a content look on his face, probably from having a much more pleasant dream then the previous one. Lightning shot out in the distance, and he the startle caused him to jump away. He stared at the sky, trying to see what it was, but it was gone already. Once more he tried to stand on his feet, this time more successful. He took one more look at the sleeping boy, then clumsily walked out of the room. The cold hallway was dark save for a nightlight that lit a small portion. He knelt down on all fours and crawled to the light, staring at it in awe. Then gave it a slight poke, which caused it to detach from the wall and bring the hallway to darkness.
He let out a small gasp and looked around in fear. What’d he do? Where was the light? But he couldn’t see anything. He poked the nightlight again, plugging it back into the wall and light came out once more. It was better if it was just left alone. He looked around for anything else of interest, but there was nothing else but a mirror that hung on the wall. Getting more use to it, he stood up without hassle and walked over to the mirror. Alas, he had a good look on what he himself looked like. He was dressed in the same attire as the other boy, a blue hooded jacket and dark blue pants, only they did not fit him at all. It confused him a lot, he looked far different then the other, despite being of the same age of sixteen. His face had a very pale complexion, yet was very feminine. As he stared at the mirror, he watched his reflected image rub his hands throughout his body. His waist was slim and curved, his arms were thin yet not too thin, and his chest…his chest had a strange motion within, like the beating of a drum moving constantly without rest. Taking another look, his entire body had a feminine look to it, and he could very well pose himself as female if not for one difference in his lower regions.
The black bangs of his shoulder length spiked hair covered his forehead and the top rim of his eyes, completing his look of a nervous and shy individual. He couldn’t help but bring his hand to his face, feeling the smooth texture of his cheeks, the petite softness of his lips. Lips…he opened his mouth and eyed it closely. His tongue traced over his teeth until…what’s this? His traced over something long and sharp next to his front and bottom teeth, but what was it? He looked closely at the mirror, and saw the abnormality of these four different teeth. Yes, they were fangs, but his mind was confused on this matter. Wasn’t his teeth supposed to be all straight like the others?
The doorways nearby flashed with bright light as thunder was sounded, and he gasped retracting from the mirror. This noise, this light, he didn’t want it. It had to go away. Or…he had to go away. Lights were flashed again, and he dashed down the hallway, stumbling over. A new feeling ran to his mind, an unpleasant one. He rubbed his knee as if trying to scrub away the sensation, the sensation that was called pain. He didn’t like it, it was irritable. Again the windows flashed a brief white light, followed by the terrible sound. He got up quickly, and ran through the living room only to stumble once more. Right…where would he go? How can he escape this? There seemed to be no way out in this terrible entrapment. But wait, something sparked in his mind. He looked over at the front door and something made him sure that was the way out. He headed over to it, touching the cold wood, rubbing around until his hand caught the door handle. It wiggled a little to his touch, then turned as he twisted his hand. He pulled the door open, a bitter cold flowing in. It was just as dark outside, with the cold water pouring down making it even a worse scenario. But anything was better then here, anything was acceptable. He had gotten used to running, but the problem of his situation was where was he running to? The road was empty, there was nothing but the back walls of houses and road lamps. He was soaked to the bone, not even the warmth of these clothes can protect him.
Alas he ceased his endless running, collapsing to the wet and muddy ground. The light flashed above him, but he couldn’t escape it. There was nowhere he could go to escape this monstrous sound. He leaned against the brick wall, holding his knees close to his chest. Maybe it was best to stay in that warm room, but now it was just a memory. Everything looked different, it was impossible for him to find it again. He buried his face in his arms, trying to gather up all the warmth he could obtain. Why was he all alone? When did he wake up from his dream? Everything gave him a sense of déjà vu, but at the same time it was menacing. Was he to stay and succumb to this cold? No, for a miracle had happened.
“You’ll catch a cold like that.”
This sound…this comforting sound, it was different then the padding of rain, or the monstrous thunder. He looked up to see where it came from, and found he was not alone. The horrible feeling in his chest was replaced with a newer one that he hoped to stay. Another new face, different then his own and the boy. Was everything in this world different?
“What is a pretty young girl doing in a place like this? Don’t you have a home to go to?” said the voice again, which belonged to an old woman, smiling a heartwarming smile. But he could not respond, he had no knowledge of these words that she was speaking. But the old woman knew very well what his answer was as she looked at those staring red eyes. “Then, would you like to come with me?” She held out a hand to him, a hand that would be the start of his young life.
He didn’t know, he didn’t know why, he didn’t know whom. But his hand had unconsciously raised and grasped the one of the old woman, and his body stood on its own. The rain had stopped pelting him as he was brought under the protection of the yellow umbrella, and together they walked down the road and away from his nightmares.
“Do you have a family?” she asked suddenly.
He didn’t respond. He didn’t know how to, and even so he couldn’t do so. But the old woman seemed to read it already. She knew there was something special, a mysterious presence of his very existence. And it was very fortunate that this old lady was the first thing that he had come to contact in this new world.
But good things never last.
_____________________________
Didn't see this coming? Hah, neither did I. I had this story in mind for a while, and I already started on the first chapter, but somehow I never continued working on it. But after the talk Espi and I had prior to the unban of Tai, it inspired me to continue. So, thanks Espi! So anyway, in this story I'll go further into the backstory of Evil Minh, with some tidbits of Minh's and even Zeva too. Enjoy, and leave some feedback too <3~.