Just Another Lonely Boy
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Thread Topic: Just Another Lonely Boy
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My name is Tethiallan. It's pronounced tehth-e-allen, for you slow ones.
There are three rules in my way of life. Rule One, it's fight or be killed. There are no second chances. Not for anyone, immortal or not. Once you've f---ed up, you've f---ed up. Rule Two, ignore all authority and do risky s---. If you have to survive, you SURVIVE. And Rule Three.. Leave the weak to die. You don't need them. They're extra weight on your shoulders, a burden. They make you weak. You don't need them.
However, I broke the third rule on accident.. It broke my sorry heart into pieces. It ruined me. See, that's why there are rules. I hadn't realized how important those rules were until it was too late. But we're too far ahead in the story, aren't we? You thought I'd get straight to the point, didn't you? Sucker. Let's go all the way to the beginning, and you'll see why I despise you all.
Tethiallan woke up early into the day, his eyes staring up at the morning sky. He squirmed his way out of the trash heap he had been sleeping under, a yawn escaping his lips. The sun was just barely reflecting off of the rooftops of the houses, the ground still cool and comfortable to walk on. The small boy peered around, making sure no one was in his designated area. Luckily, the alleyway was empty of everyone apart from the rats he had made friends with.
To the left of the heap of trash, there was a wall. The wall was caked with graffiti and cutesy little pictures that other children had painted onto it when paint was still in stock. They were all happy drawings, of little stick girls and boys holding hands and playing with flowers. Tethiallan assumed that the painting was showing children being friends. He didn't quite understand friendship with other humans- everyone in town hated him, and so he had learned that the animals were his only friends. Humans were just toys running on batteries that could easily be replaced by littler humans that took up more batteries than other humans. They were weak, and some deserved to die. That's how he had raised himself.
To the right of his "home" was the entrance into the town. If he went towards the gap, he would see paths to go to different parts of the town- the southern part, the western part, the eastern part, and the northern part. There were five main roads, four for the different areas and one to lead to the heart of the town. He was right on the line of the eastern/western parts (for there were no in-between parts in their town).
The raven haired boy stepped off of the trash bag he had been standing on, his bare feet touching the cool stone ground. A small breeze swept his hair back and forth across his face, causing a small sigh to escape his lips. It was spring time, the perfect month for breezes. However, it was also the time for rains. He'd have to ask around to borrow things to build him and the rats a small den if they wouldn't be able to find anything that would help. He walked from step to step, playing his favorite game of "don't step on the lines" as he went along. The sunlight got brighter and brighter still as he made his way towards the entrance. When he made it to the last part of the walls, he looked up into the sky. It was starting to turn the beautiful blue hue he had come to enjoy. A smile took over his chapped lips. He hoped this day would be special. It was, after all, his tenth birthday. The perfect day to celebrate all alone. -
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Tethiallan slowly stepped onto the ground that was in the sun, sighing happily as it lightly warmed his feet. At first, he had feared that it would be too hot, but he reminded himself that it was still take hours to get burning hot. He was an early bird- everything else would be asleep while he was wide awake.
When he went to continue forward, he realized that his left foot had touched a crack on the stone floor. He cursed, pulling his foot back. His game had been ruined, all because he hadn't been wise enough to pay the slightest bit of attention to the ground. He had been too caught up in thinking about the warmth to realize that he was so very close to a stupid line. The annoyed boy ran a hand through his hair, pursing his lips. (To anyone else you would have asked, he looked like he was hiding a smile rather than pouting.) He started to march across the ground, lines, stone, and all. He had decided on visiting the school to check up on his favorite cat.
While Tethiallan marched through the street heading west, many different townspeople would stop whatever they were doing to stare at him. He wasn't exactly well groomed; His stark black hair was tussled and matted, probably missing a few little patches of it here and there; His clothes were naturally tearing, his long white shirt starting to fall off of his thin chest, his pants full of many holes; He had many different wounds and bruises about his poor body, and he looked like someone had tossed him out of an old toy box to make him float down a river and crumble to bits. -
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For a while, Tethiallan had ignored everything around him. He had been twirling in circles and giggling and having a grand time entertaining himself. However, when he started to get fairly close to the center of the town, he began to notice the large differences of the houses that were near his alley. As he got closer to the center- which was where the rich lived- the houses were starting to get bigger and fancier. While the other houses were made out of cheap bricks and not painted vibrant colors, these houses were made out of many different materials- bricks, wood, possibly glass, and various imported items. On both sides, he saw many bright painted houses that were various shades of any color you could think of. Some of them were taller than others, some of them wider, some looking like mini castles. He admired them all.
However, they did bring back memories of his old house. He and his parents used to live in one of the bigger mansions that was in this area. When they first bought it, it had been a dull grey, the same color as the houses on the outskirts of the town. Tethiallan had been four when they had moved into the mansion. He smiled as he remembered helping his father paint the gigantic place, the two of them taking several days to actually finish it. When they had finished, Tethiallan had gotten the treat of a whole bowl of ice-cream. They usually didn't let him have sweets, so it was a big surprise to the little boy to get such a treat. He recalled his mother's laugh when his red eyes had opened up as wide as they could at the sight of the desert. He recalled the sugary sweetness of every single little spoonful he had put into his mouth. He had been very careful to make the sweet last- he even remembered his Dad's remark about how it took him a whole hour to eat it all up.
The memory didn't take long to turn into something horrid. His parents had been murdering people that didn't agree with their ideas and hiding the bodies in the attic. The raven stopped walking. That horrid night, he had seen blood dripping onto his bed sheet from the ceiling. The scared little boy had run to tell his parents that there was something creepy going on, only to see the mayor in their living room with his parents being led outside to a carriage that would take them to the jail. He shuddered as his surroundings melted away to show him the horrid memory in full.
The mayor walked over to the young boy, a grim look on his face. He was the only one who seemed to have any sympathy for the poor child. The other townspeople were afraid of them. They thought he'd turn into a cold killer, just like his parents had been. As Tethiallan looked up with tears in his eyes, the mayor let out a small sigh.
"I'm not sure if you knew or not, but your parents were murdering innocent people and hiding the bodies. Do you have a clue as to where the bodies could be? The grieving families would like to see their loved ones one last time." He scanned the boy's face, looking for any sign of emotion. In a small, squeaky voice, Tethiallan said, "I think they're in the attic. I was g-gonna tell Mommy and Daddy that there was blood dripping into my room.. It was scaring me.." He started to bawl, unable to continue to speak. The mayor hugged him, signaling to the guards to go check the upstairs attic. "You did good, Teth. You're okay now." He tried to comfort the weeping child, but the pain was too strong. He shoved the mayor away and fled into the night, leaving everyone to listen to his crying. After an hour of running away, he found an alley that looked like it would be okay to sleep in. He curled into a ball and fell asleep, shivering in the cold night air. -
Nice story, please continue...
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