Post by howler on Mar 28, 2010 20:50:20 GMT -5
The path is born 1
Amidst the dark corridors of the a low life town sat a simple home of wood and brick stood. Cold winds shifted through the air carrying the scent of the deadliest aroma a man could have smelled. Blood fresh blood, it was a faint scent but it caught the nose of a small creature scurrying across the hard ground. It was the color of grey perhaps it had been in a pile of ash from the chimneys that erupted black smoke. The small creature's nose twitched as it looked for this strange but instinctive scent. It paused for a moment as the sound of man began to walk by. There footsteps put fear in the little one as they came closer and closer to his destination. As there footsteps no longer could be heard by the little one, he began to move again ever so wary of mans foot.
The little creature feet scurried towards its destination at its fastest pace. A small hole laid before the little creature perhaps it had been created by another rat. The rat slowly moved inside looking around checking for danger. Cobwebs and webs alike hung inside the wall like simple decorations. A spider watched as the little rat slowly walked through the small area it had stepped foot in. The spider realized this rat was simply to large for a meal, and a banquet it would be if the spider could feast upon the rats blood. So the spider took a time just to study this rats movements, its very quick but every so cautious movements. The spider watched as the rat disappeared from its view. The rat found itself in front of another little hole, and through this hole laid the scent of fresh blood.
The little rat stepped through the small hole into a new world. The rat slowly moved across the wooden floor until it came across a little whimper. A small cry that seemed to echo in the small but very dark room. The only light was from the moon and stars that shone through but a simple window of wooden frames. The little rat felt a wetness under his feet. Crimson liquid covered the ground brightened by the light of the moon. The rat looked up at the creature who had made this whimper. It was but a boy of twelve wearing simple cloths of brown. The boys eyes were a soft blue and were as bright as the moonlight that shined over him. The boys hair was a dark black, tinted with a bit of dirt from him being on the ground. The boy was crying over a body of but a women maybe his mother. Her eyes seemed to look back at him but they were lifeless and showed nothing but the fact she was dead. A blood tinted black blade rested near her side as the boy cried his tears merged with the blood into a hybrid liquid made from sorrow and loss.
The rat hearing footsteps acted quickly rushing towards the crack it came in from disappearing into the darkness. The rat would have done this if the feet of but one hadn't found itself breaking this rats fragile bones with ease. Its blood now covered the floor as four stood around the boy. There eyes glinted from there dark shrouds and was the only almost human thing about these demons. For as the boy stared into the eyes of one of these heartless figures a fear crept into him, a fear he couldn't escape, the fear of being alone and non of these demons even gave a damn about this poor boys future maybe they intended there would be no future.
The sound of a struggle could be heard from behind the boy. Ropes bounded the man to a chair of wood as he wiggled to get free. This man was the boys father and wore clothes similar to his son.His face resembled his sons almost except his eyes of dirty brown. He had been outnumbered by these men that intruded his home and helpless to help his son who had little if no chance against these men of darkness. He was only a few inches from his son but the ropes held him like chains and tortured him as he awaited his youngest sons death. Sadness drenched him that no rag could ever wipe up, he was forever stained by this.
The mans stopped struggling to get free and his eyes widened as an a figure came into view. Shadowy smoke had appeared in the room leaving the appearance of a evil not from this plain. He wore the same black robes as the others.A horn could be seen attached to the left side of the mans head, It was a small horn but it was pitch black and it caused the father to struggle even more. The boy looked at the one horned man with fear. This man seemed colder then the others, something was was different about him something more menacing. The one horned man then turned to the boy who still layed by his mother.
"What would your name be" The man asked in a calm tone yet when he talked the boy could hear others at the same time as if the mans voice was echoing it sounded demonic.The boy didn't answer horrified as he stared at this being.
"Steel wont touch your flesh this night now answer or it might" The man asked in the same calm demonic voice.
Dominic looked at the man dazed for a moment but if he didn't answer what would become of him and so he began chose to answer the monster.
"..Dom" Dom stuttered as a tear fell from his left eye to the ground.
"Dominic, how many grains of sand have fallen in your hourglass" The man asked.
"...Twelve" Dom sniffled rubbing his eyes.
The man smiled grabbing the hilt of but one of two blades on the mans waist. The blade was black with but a silver line going through the middle of the blade. The handle guard was pointed and was silver with a black handle.The man slowly unsheathed the blade from its sheath. Dominic's eyes widened as the blade was fully unsheathed.
"Is this the end.....am I going to die" Dom asked himself staring at the blade.
The man looked at Dom for a short while holding the blade then he slowly sheathed and quickly unhooked it from his belt and threw it into Dominic's chest. Dom caught it looking startled by the mans sudden actions wondering what this man wanted him to do with this blade.
"Dominic can you do but a simple task for me" The man asked looking into Dominic's eyes that still resembled the moon. Dom was unsure of what this man wanted and just waited for an explanation of what this man wanted with him.
"Fear of me will lead you to death faster then you could ever perceive" The man then added.
Dominic stayed silent as he said this and looked away until he felt cold steel touching his cheek. A sudden chill went down his spine as he stood there shivering in fear the very fear that led to his tears he had been expelling. The blade to Dominic's chest was a death sentence and its eclipse color showed the true color of the mans very heart.
"In my words are truth, Dominic someday you will not be able to see for there is no longer light but fear calls darkness home and perhaps you will in time" The man said as he nudged his head towards Dominic's father that was strapped into the chair. In a shadowy dust of dark aura one of the men that had killed Dominic's mother had disappeared which caused Dominic to fall back in disbelief as he watched as the
man appeared behind his father with his blade embedded into the mans back. The point of the black blade could be seen poking out of his fathers stomach. Dominic looked in horror as his father quickly went silent. Blood now stained the very chair Dominic would sit in every day to eat, but now it only sat a corpse of his fallen father.
" Fa...father !" Dom yelled in sheer agony of his fathers death. "Why.... why?" Dom yelled falling to the ground allowing his head to bang off the ground. It hurt but the sight of his fathers death was worse, much worse. Dominic layed there crying his very soul out as the shrouded men looked at him in silence, it was dreary silence, no a peaceful one. The dark corridors of the one room seemed to be a new plain to Dominic. It wasn't his home home any longer, it was there with him in it. The blade that had been thrown to him layed by his side glimmering from the moonlight. At that moment Dominic thought of killing himself, to end the pain but his thoughts were soon ended by a knock on the head.