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« Thread Started on Jan 20, 2005, 12:00am » | ![[Quote]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
I'm gonna be posting these page by page....a page a day keeps the doctor away right? This is one of my favorite stories...I'm prolly gonna rewrite each page as I post them. Jsut to make it alil' better since I rushed the end and such. Well, hope you all enjoy! I'll post 1 page per day! (or try anyway..)
btw, please don't post here....if you do I will delete it..
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King Jeremy the Wicked
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« Reply #1 on Jan 20, 2005, 12:28am » | |
Since the Days of old, when their savior died. They have all feared one thing. It is said he will come. Surrounded by myth, intertwined with reality. Read in between the lines of the bible, said directly in the text. He will come, though many false will come before. The Anti-Christ, those fools tremble in fear just at the mention of it. They say, if people believe in something, it comes true. This is the proof.
June 6, 2006
A boy was born today. He's so beautiful, so innocent. Children can become anyone, anything. They are free of sin. Free of the corruption that the world will bestow upon them. I wonder what he will achieve. The mother, died on birth.
File: 1126
It has been seventeen years since that birth. Doctors have given up trying to find out the cause of the mother's death. The child has grown into an adult. His story begins here. He will go into history, as of this day, Lucid was walking down the hallway of his school. People walked passed him without a second glance. They had gotten used to his odd appearance. His hair had a part down the middle, extended just passed his chin. His hair was dyed a deep and dark red, almost black. His shirt, down to his very boots was all black. He also wore a trenchcoat that brushed the ground behind him as he walked. The strangest thing about him though, were his eyes. The left one was normal, a brownish color. His right eye though, the second it landed on you, chills ran up and down your spine. It was a bright blue, almost looked like it would glow if the lights went out.
The hall was full of students. All walking in randomly chosen directions, pushing through each other. Almost everyone was walking with someone else, yelling at them just so they could hear with all of the talking around them. Lucid just continued pushing his way through the hall. Why must he attend school? It all seems so pointless, so boring.
Lucid looked down at the schedule in his hand. His next class was Biology. Maybe he would get to dissect something today. Lucid didn’t know why but the idea of cutting things open and the sight of blood seemed to calm and please him. A lot of weird things had been going on lately for Lucid. Every time he’d even get near a church or something everyone would start giving him strange looks. Oh well, what were churches good for besides discriminating against each other.
Lucid then looked to his right side. There was a trophycase. He turned his head to look at the trophies. Then just as he passed it and looked forward he slammed into someone. The boy was another student at Lucid’s school. His name was Frankie. He was one of the top athletes at the school. He seemed to be the best at every sport. He towered over Lucid like a giant over a small rat. He wore a shirt that was two sizes to small so that his muscles could bulge out. He had short brown hair that was combed neatly in a part. He also wore some faded blue jeans with athletic shoes on his feet.
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King Jeremy the Wicked
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« Reply #2 on Jan 23, 2005, 6:36pm » | |
Frankie just glared down at Lucid. Lucid just looked back up at him. He grabbed Lucid and slammed him into the wall. The students quickly formed a circle and began chanting, "Fight, Fight." He even heard couple of the boy’s friends yelling, "Get'em Frankie!" A smiled spread across Frankie's face. "Let's give 'em a show," he whispered. "Why'd you do that ya lil freak!" He yelled slamming Lucid against the wall again. Lucid just looked at Frankie. Frankie just laughed and pulled his fist back far, ready to pound Lucid's face in. Lucid just smiled. Frankie's fist soared through the air like a bullet. Lucid just moved his head to the side, causing Frankie's fist to have a nice meeting with the wall. His fist hit the wall with a loud crack. Frankie screamed and stepped back.
Lucid walked up to Frankie and grabbed him tightly around the neck. Lucid looked directly into Frankie's eyes and said, "Don't worry, I'll give them the show you wanted." He slammed Frankie's head into the ground, causing his neck to splinter. Bones stuck out of Frankie's neck in every direction. Then he heard a student yell, "No, Joey! He'll just kill you to." The student was trying to hold back Joey, one of Frankie's friends. Joey managed to break free and run up to Lucid tackling him. They hit the trophycase breaking through the glass. Lucid felt the shards cut into his left hand. He looked at his hand, blood as running down it. Then he felt a sharp pain in his right. He looked at his right hand, out of nowhere the exact same cuts formed on his hand. The cuts quickly filled with blood that ran down his right hand also.
Lucid looked up at Joey. He stood up and smiled at Joey. Joey punched Lucid in the stomach, Lucid didn't even flinch. Lucid just grabbed the back of Joey's head and smashed his knee into Joey's face. Then Joey fell backwards revealing a most horrific sight. Joey's face had been completely smashed into his skull. Several of the students began crying, other ran to trashcans to vomit. Not a single student was ready to see the horrific scenes that had just been displayed before them.
Lucid saw teachers trying to push through the crowd to see what was going on. Lucid just ran towards the door. The students moved out of the way, afraid to even touch him. Lucid just kept running. Out of the school, down the street, he didn't stop until he reached his house. He quickly unlocked the door and walked inside. All of the lights were off, he could hear the TV on in the distance.
Lucid walked into the living room. The room danced with the light from the images on the TV screen. His father was passed out in his chair, beer bottle still in hand. His father hadn't stopped drinking since Lucid was born. His father still blamed Lucid for the death of his wife. If Lucid could just show his father that is wasn't his fault, that there was another reason. No, It would just continue like it always had. Lucid began rubbing the scars along his forearm from his father cutting him with broken beer bottles that had been smashed on his head. Lucid just shook his head and walked up to the TV. He extended one of his bloodied hands and turned off the TV. The screen faded to black with a shallow hum. Leaving the room dark.
Lucid walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. Lucid stepped in front of the sink and turned on the water. He looked at his face in the mirror, not a scratch. He put his hands into the water, letting the blood flow down the drain. He pulled them out of the water, they were no longer bleeding. He turned off the water and looked at his palms. The scars on both of his hands were identical. Like they'd been carved at the exact same time in the exact same places. The scars almost seemed to form some kind of symbol.
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« Reply #3 on Jan 25, 2005, 10:45pm » | |
"What are you doin' home boy?" Lucid jumped as he heard his father's drunken slur from behind him. Lucid turned around and scanned his father. He was standing there, his arm raised, with the beer bottle, ready to strike Lucid upon the head. His father began to swing his arm down, Lucid grabbed his father's arm with one hand and the beer bottle with the other. He pulled on his father's arm ripping it out of the socket, leaving his arm just barely hanging there, limp.
His father crawled up against the wall. He was shaking with fear as Lucid walked up to his father. "I'm sorry, please, forgive me," His father whimpered as Lucid stared him down. "Let's see how you like it," Lucid said as he smashed the beer bottle on the side of his father's head. The beer bottle shattered. Shards of glass cut into his father’s head. Blood slowly began to flow form the new cuts in his head. The blood dripped from his chin as he began crying and pleading for mercy under his breath. Lucid grabbed his father under the chin and forced him to look up. He took the sharp edge of the broken beer bottle and placed it against his father’s chest. “Why should I show you mercy?” Lucid asked loudly. “B-because, I’m your father and I love you,” his father stammered. “You lying bastard,” Lucid yelled as he began cutting into his father's chest. Then he slowly pulled the beer bottle higher, leaving a small thin bleeding line form his chest to his throat. Then he cut a thin line across his father's throat. Lucid’s father began gasping for breath as he grabbed his throat. He fell over and let out a loud and long gasp before exhaling all his remaining air. His skin grew cold and pale. He would never breath again.
Lucid then walked through the dark house and into his room. He found some black gloves that he slipped onto his hands. He didn’t want to have to look at the scars on his hands anymore. They were a painful reminder of what had happened today. How had it happened though? Where was the strength and sudden violence coming from. For some reason Lucid felt the urge to kill everything around him. He had always been weak and picked on though. How was he so strong now?
Lucid then heard sirens in the distance. Now was not the time to think about such things. They had found him! Lucid quickly ran outside and jumped the fence as the police arrived.
The police knocked over his front door and completely filled the room with investigators in seconds. They were all reporting to a man in a brown overcoat, named Jason. Jason looked over at Lucid's father and said, "He was definitely here." The investigator's nodded and put Lucid's father in a body bag. The police officers took pictures as they cleaned up the mess. Jason just paced back and forth, as everyone remained busy around him.
The officers had finished. They handed Jason the rolls of film and the bagged evidence. Several of the investigators began to leave. Very few stayed with Jason as he continued to pace, deep in thought. There were only acouple of police officers left now. They looked for more evidence for acouple more house before leaving Jason alone, in the dark livingroom.
Jason just sat in the chair, deep in thought. He rubbed his forehead in circular motions with his fingers, trying to think of a motive, a pattern, anything. Where would he strike next? Why would he kill them? The man sighed as he walked outside and unlocked his car door. He stepped inside the car and started it. He just drove off, completely unaware of the horrors to come.
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« Reply #4 on Feb 2, 2005, 11:59pm » | |
Lucid watched as the police poured into his house. He had to escaped. He jumped the fence to his neighbor’s house and ran to their car. He reached under their car to get the spare key hidden there. He had seen them use it several times. He unlocked the door and started up the car. He quickly backed up and headed down the road. He didn't have anywhere to go. There was no place left. No matter where he went he wasn't safe.
He continued driving around, searching for shelter. Then a gunshot was heard. The bullet shattered the window, hitting Lucid directly in the head. The car suddenly turned to the right and rolled, landing on it's top.
Lucid crawled out of the broken window and dusted himself off. He looked directly at the man that was holding the gun. He touched his head just as the hole closed.
Not a drop of blood, anywhere. Everyone just stood and stared at Lucid. The man with the gun began walking up to Lucid, "Si...sir, I'm sorry. I wasn't aiming at you. It was crossfire. A...are you all right?" Then the man touched Lucid's head, where the hole once was. "I am sorry, please take my life in return for my treachery," the man said, pointing the gun at his own head. Lucid took the gun from the man. He just smiled at the man as he slowly aimed the gun at him. Lucid shot the man in the hands, "Let's see you shoot someone now," Lucid said, throwing the gun back at the man.
The man just fell to the ground. His body was shaking as tears flowed from his eyes. Lucid just turned around and began walking away, smiling.
The people cleared out of his way as he walked down the street. Lucid smiled as he left the scene. Once he reached the end of the street he felt a sudden pain in the marks on his hands. He looked down and saw blood pouring form the scars. He just smiled and enjoyed the pain. Then he felt a sense that told him to turn around. He looked back at the crowd. The ground around them began to shake. Everyone started screaming and running as the building beside them fell over on top of them. Lucid smiled as he saw the mand he had just shot still kneeling there, alive.
The street sign turned to walk. A smile spread across his face as he walked across the street. He watched as the sun began to set over the roofs of the buildings. This had been a very fun day. A fun day indeed.
The sun began to rise in the distance. Lucid blinked as his eyes began to adjust to the sunlight. He ahd fallen asleep on a park bench. He couldn’t return home now. His house was a crime scene. Lucid just yawned as he sat up. Then he felt a cold barrel against the back of his neck. “Don’t move!” the voice shouted from behind. Lucid just put his arms up and felt as the handcuffs were slipped onto his wrists. The officer took Lucid to his car and placed him in the back. He began to drive off. Over the car speaker he announced, “I have the infamous Lucid.” The crackled response was, “get out of the vehicle now! You are in danger! Do you copy?”
The line was just silent. The police car had stopped. Lucid crawled through the broken bars and glass that seperated the back from the front. He threw the officers body from the car. The chain of the handcuffs had been broken. Lucid picked up the receiver and said, “Thank you for the car. Better luck next time.” Then he hung up the receiver.
Lucid tightly gripped the steering wheel as he began to drive forward. He enjoyed being able to drive again. He felt a certain rush when he held the steering wheel in his hands. He could just run over as many people as he wished. It was by far his greatest weapon yet.
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« Reply #5 on Feb 9, 2005, 10:32pm » | |
Lucid continued driving down the road until he reached a large gathering of people in the road. Lucid stopped his car and stepped out and looked at the giant television monitor everyone was looking at. Lucid saw a picture of himself on it. A large WANTED was posted above his head. They had put a two-thousand dollar bounty on his head.
Then a loud voice rang out from the crowd, “There he is! It’s the creepy kid from the television!” Lucid looked across the sea of people. All of their faces were staring at him. Several of the people had drawn guns and knives. They all started to slowly walk towards him. Lucid just slowly started backing up to his car. When he reached the car he pulled the handle. It was locked. He’d locked himself out of the car!
Lucid threw himself to the ground. The crowd began to yell and gunfire could be heard. Lucid just hid his face in the ground, bracing for the bullets that would soon pierce his flesh. After a short while the yelling began to stop and the sounds of people running shook the ground. Lucid looked up and saw that the crowd was now running away from where he lay.
Lucid looked around to find the cause of this fear. A small group of hooded men holding machine guns stood behind Lucid. Lucid stood up and dusted himself off. They all pulled back their hoods and kneeled before Lucid.
They just looked to be a small group of ordinary people. There was nothing too distinctive about them. They were just an assortment of men, all different colors of hair. They looked to just be normal businessmen and women. One did stand out though. She had long black hair with neon green highlights running down the length of her hair.
Lucid walked up to her and rested his hand atop of her head. “Stand,” he commanded in a firm and clear tone. The girl quickly stood. She couldn’t be much older then Lucid himself. She stood a good head shorter then Lucid. Her skin tone revealed that she hadn’t been outside in years. Though her skin was pale and her figure was rather skinny the smooth curves of muscle did show on the surface of her flesh. She was definatly built well. Lucid began to quickly scan her face. He face was smooth. Her cheekbones seemed to farm small indentions at her jawline. Her lips were covered with a smooth, thick layer of black lipstick. Black eyeliner gave the appearance of tears below her eyes. Then his attention was drawn to her eyes. He couldn’t seem to look away. They were a deep green. They seemed to absorbe him into another world entirely. All of his worries seemed to fly away to a far off land.
Lucid just stood there, his face emotionless. Finally he conjured up enough courage to speak, “What is your name?”
The girl quickly responded, “I am Lilith Alexandria. I am part of this team from the Hellstarter organization. I am the leader of this team. We were sent here to escort you to home base.”
Lucid just stood with a look of puzzlement. After a moment he asked, “Home base? What are you talking about?”
Everyone stood up as Lilith answered, “We are one team of two in the Hellstarter organization. You are the promised anti-christ. You have been sent here to help us on our mission.”
A look of pure confusion spread across Lucid’s face. “Your mission?”
Lilith just nodded, “To convert those silly chirstians souls and send them to our master, your father, in hell.
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