Kyo
medicated insanity
in the year 20014 a young boy was in his room stareing out his wind, it had frost covering it and the only thing to be heard was the people's next doors dog barking at some allie cat,he sighed at the distastefulness in which he called his life.
Hours began to pass till finaly he began to drift gently into a sound sleep. [two days before]
leon!!
a women screamed, walking down the hall to his room, she was apprently upset as always and had a strong urge to beat the young boy in which was her son, he was only 16 and was extremly hated and disliked by his family for some reason, the feeling of belonging was something this young boy never felt.
He knew for somereason he was diffrent, he knew he didn't belong there and two days later he was right. afther he had driffted to sleep he heard a gental knocking on his window, it couldn't have been the threes, nor the wind.
He got out of bed and walked down stairs, opening the door a dark figure quickly speeded past the door way, into the bushes. a low, scary yet gental voice was heard, it sounded so familer, so protective, so motherly. yet in away it raddled his bones to its core, he had the strongest urge to run outside to whom ever it was and embrass them in a warm tight loving hug.
but before he could think of what to do something struck him in the back of the head, knocking him out. Hours later he woke up, the feeling of cold seament felt aginst his soft cheeks he quicky scatterd to his feet releasieing what looked to be a old castle, something you would exspect to see in a dracula movie.
it had long black window draps and lanterns light by fire, not a single electric light was in sight, it was what some would call "gothic" "demonicish" but, being into that kind of stuff it was like a fair tale and that voice he had heard....he knew it from some where and he also knew the one who the voice belonged to had to hve toke him here.
soon the same voice arose, chilling, scary and just as gental as before.
"hello Dark, its been 16 years has it not? you do remmber me right?
the boy, felt nervus, scared, hungery and alittle disgusted at the way she made him feel, he was use to the feeling of hate, hell it made him a stronger person he thought. but he still was scared and so spoke in a shakend voice
"D-dark?...N-no who are you?"
the women wore along black dress with this spider web fabric danggling from the arms she had long black hair and crimson eyes. once again her intoxicated voice ringed threw the halls
"im your birth mother....and yes dark is your birth name
(this is my own personal fanfic, i made it and i take full cred for it, no copying. the rest shall come shortly)
Hours began to pass till finaly he began to drift gently into a sound sleep. [two days before]
leon!!
a women screamed, walking down the hall to his room, she was apprently upset as always and had a strong urge to beat the young boy in which was her son, he was only 16 and was extremly hated and disliked by his family for some reason, the feeling of belonging was something this young boy never felt.
He knew for somereason he was diffrent, he knew he didn't belong there and two days later he was right. afther he had driffted to sleep he heard a gental knocking on his window, it couldn't have been the threes, nor the wind.
He got out of bed and walked down stairs, opening the door a dark figure quickly speeded past the door way, into the bushes. a low, scary yet gental voice was heard, it sounded so familer, so protective, so motherly. yet in away it raddled his bones to its core, he had the strongest urge to run outside to whom ever it was and embrass them in a warm tight loving hug.
but before he could think of what to do something struck him in the back of the head, knocking him out. Hours later he woke up, the feeling of cold seament felt aginst his soft cheeks he quicky scatterd to his feet releasieing what looked to be a old castle, something you would exspect to see in a dracula movie.
it had long black window draps and lanterns light by fire, not a single electric light was in sight, it was what some would call "gothic" "demonicish" but, being into that kind of stuff it was like a fair tale and that voice he had heard....he knew it from some where and he also knew the one who the voice belonged to had to hve toke him here.
soon the same voice arose, chilling, scary and just as gental as before.
"hello Dark, its been 16 years has it not? you do remmber me right?
the boy, felt nervus, scared, hungery and alittle disgusted at the way she made him feel, he was use to the feeling of hate, hell it made him a stronger person he thought. but he still was scared and so spoke in a shakend voice
"D-dark?...N-no who are you?"
the women wore along black dress with this spider web fabric danggling from the arms she had long black hair and crimson eyes. once again her intoxicated voice ringed threw the halls
"im your birth mother....and yes dark is your birth name
(this is my own personal fanfic, i made it and i take full cred for it, no copying. the rest shall come shortly)