User:Lily Alexis

Let me tell you a story...

A young boy the age of thirteen was walking home from school. It took everything he had not to scream at someone. They all made fun of his name, his hair, his religion, and other tiny, minuscule details of his life. How pale his skin was. His vibrant green eyes. His quiet personality. How he was so stoic and uncaring.

To say the least, he was different, as some may call it. He didn't pay much attention to the taunts, locker raids, and even beatings he'd received. What always took his mind off of everything was reading. Whether it was mystery, horror, or something else, his books always had one thing in common: They all had gore, and deep, morbid plots. He was, in fact, a deep, morbid person.

No one knew this, of course, or they would have stopped their taunts long ago. He contained the feelings, good and bad. He showed nothing of his emotions. He was almost always wearing his scowl.

"Hey! Dark! Wait up!" That was his one friend, the other outcast in school. His name was Casey Aaron, a boy with short red hair and freckles, as well as blue eyes. This contrasted greatly with Dark's curly black hair, pale, almost white skin, and green eyes.

"Hey Casey, what's up?" Dark asked, his oily hair covering part of his pale neck and forehead.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to walk home with me. It's about to storm, and maybe we could stay at your house!" Casey was bouncing with excitement.

"I suppose, I still have some video games to beat out from my birthday..." He had turned thirteen last month, on July ninth.

"Lets go dude!" He started running, and Dark sprinted after him, as he wasn't a strong runner.

"Wait up!"

They had stayed up all night playing video games, like Cringe and Raid*. Which was not the best plan, because they had school the next day. Dark's mother had gotten up late, and Dark's father had left years ago, so they had lost track of time and were late walking to school.

Half-dead, they walked to school, avoiding the bus to keep from getting beat up. Dark hated this life, hiding from people. He hated acting scared, or like he didn't have his own feelings. Not that he showed them.

Arriving at hell, they parted and walk to their lockers. The raven-haired boy quickly gathered his assignments and books before shutting his locker door and locking it. Then, he proceeded to run to class.

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Dark and Casey had gotten detentions for being late to class, and many had snickered at their misfortune. It was then the end of the school day, finally salvation. A few more steps, and they would be home free for the weekend. Their detention would be on Monday, so they had no worries until then, except for homework and video games.

Arriving at Casey's, Dark made himself at home, plopping on the couch after snatching a bag of potato chips. Casey sprawled beside him and switched on the television, turning it to some horror show.

After thirty minutes of strangling, dismemberment, and guts, Casey decided to begin a conversation.

"Dark, have you heard of the dance coming up in two weeks?" He seemed ecstatic.

"Yeah, of course, everyone is talking about it." Dark was bored with the concept, as he'd heard so much chatter about the upcoming event.

"Do you think Marie would go with me?" Dark's ginger friend had had a crush on the brunette for a while now, but she was one of those shy girls who wouldn't say much to anyone, much less date.

"I don't think she's going, she's kind of scared of crowds." He answered half-honestly.

"Yeah, I suppose... What about you? Who do you want to ask?"

Dark's demeanor didn't change, though on the inside he was almost disappointed. "I don't think I'll go. People are annoying."

"Aww, but you have to go! You've gotta be my wingman!" Casey almost yelled in his ear, leaving him to rub it to stop the ringing.

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After much convincing, Dark agreed to go, but said to Casey,

"If I get beat up, I'm leaving."

Dark had left Casey's house the next morning, to get a start on a book he had waiting at his house. He sighed; Tomorrow was Sunday, then the next day was Monday. He wished weekends were longer.

Walking inside, he yelled, "I'm home!" Getting a reply from his mother, he trudged to his room, cursing the stairs. His computer was still on, and he caught a glimpse of his only other friend besides Casey; a knife- a normal kitchen knife, but nonetheless a knife. His wrist felt an itch again, but he ignored it and grabbed his book, starting to read.

After several minutes of being absorbed into the gruesome book world, Dark was startled by the sound of his mother's voice calling for dinner. He sighed and placed the book aside, stepping back down the stairs into the dining room.

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After dinner, he had finished his book, savoring the bloody demise of the protagonists. Then he changed into his sleepwear and laid down.

After almost half a night thinking about all the problems he'd been facing, Dark fell uneasily into sleep.

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Sunday came and went, Dark playing video games and finishing his algebra and history homework. Monday arrived and Dark rose early, to avoid being late again.

The walk was longer than usual, as Casey wasn't with him. Where was he?! He was never late! Maybe he was sick... The thought of putting up with the bullies himself made Dark cringe. He hoped Casey would be there.

As luck would have it, Casey was actually sick. And the tormenting continued to get worse as the day went on. Soon Dark had been stolen from, punched, kicked where the Sun don't shine, and had spitballs stuck in his hair. It was then lunch. Only half the day was over. Fun.

Plus, on top of everything, Dark had detention that evening, and Casey wouldn't be able to brighten the mood.

The end of the school day approached and Dark made his way to the classroom that the detention was to be held in. For an hour and a half, Dark doodled and did homework, avoiding the gaze of the teacher that was grading papers.

Detention seemed to last forever. He soon ran out of homework and things to draw. Dark just sat there, staring at the desk blankly, and attempting to comb the spitballs out of his hair.

Finally, after much failure with his hair, Dark felt something touch his shoulder, and he froze. Looking up, he saw the teacher.

"Fate, detention is done. You can go home now." He nodded and stood up, making his way out of the classroom.

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Days passed, and Casey returned, to Dark's relief. It was the next Thursday, the day before the dance. Casey had been bugging Dark, asking what he was going to wear for it. Dark was having none of his friend's antics to get him to wear a tuxedo.

After much argument, Casey admitted defeat, 'allowing' Dark to wear whatever.

The day came, and the abuse lightened because of the event. After school, Dark and Casey ran to their houses to get ready. Dark just pulled on one of his long-sleeve shirts. It was black, with an upside-down cross, as he was an Athiest. He pulled on a gray hoodie with his name stitched on in lime-green writing. He pulled on some black jeans and combed his hair down as well as he could. He thought for a moment, before a strange thought came to mind. He grabbed his knife, and slid it under his hoodie, into his jean's waistband.

He then hurried outside and met up with Casey, who was waiting anxiously outside the school.

"You ready, Dark?" Casey sounded excited, if not nervous.

"As I'll ever be." Dark felt like something was about to happen. Something bad.

They walked inside, and were bombarded by lights and music. There was a crowd already there, nearly everyone in seventh and eighth grade. Casey went to the refreshments, leaving Dark sitting against the wall.

To Dark's surprise, a young girl around his age approached him. She was actually kind of cute, with her red-blonde hair and a modest green dress to her shins.

"Would you like to dance?" She smiled.

"Um..." He looked to the side, only to see no one else was there for her to be talking to. "Sure..."

"Let's go!" She grabs his hand and pulls him to the dance floor. She then proceeds to teach him how to dance, placing his arms at her waist and hers on his shoulders.

After some teasing from Casey, who had returned, Elaine, as she had introduced herself, coaxed him to the refreshments. Casey had disappeared after meeting some girl. They must be in some hallway or classroom.

Soon Dark was too tired to dance anymore, and Casey still hadn't come back. He must've been getting laid or something.

Dark bid goodbye to Elaine and emerged outside, deciding to go the long way to his house. On the way there, he heard shuffling, and a muffled struggling. Curious, he followed the sound until he found the source, stopping dead in his tracks.

It was a gang of kids from school, mostly jocks, and their target was none other than Casey. He had been punched and kicked, and had blood oozing from his lips and nose.

"STOP! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Dark yelled, trying to distract them. It worked.

"Oh really? Well, I'll let you know, you little shit, that this piece of crap just tried to woo my girlfriend!" A football player sneered angrily.

"Well, maybe if she wasn't so slutty, she wouldn't be in that situation!" Dark fumed.

"WHAT did you just say? You are so dead!" They chased after Dark, and he ran. His head clouded with the fear of what he'd just done, he ran into an alley, the jocks following. He was cornered.

One pulled a pocket knife, and Dark's demeanor changed. He wouldn't go down without a fight. A warm, clouding feeling took hold of his limbs and head, and he pulled the knife from his jeans and hoodie. A hidden smirk appeared as he tilted his head down.

They rushed him, the one with a knife swinging it and scraping Dark's face, not too deep, but deep enough to leave scars and blood. Dark retaliated, bringing his knife to cut the boy's throat, slashing roughly. The boy's eyes widen and he fell, clutching his neck.

The others attack, a few with glass bottles from the alleyway and others with just their fists. There were four, counting the one on the ground, and one seemed like he lived on pig fat. How he was in the popular crowd, Dark would never know.

"Bring it." Dark's eyes narrowed dangerously as his sick smirk widened. The boys rushed him, but didn't keep up with each other well enough to attack at the same time. A bottle broke on his back, and glass caught in his hair.

The black-haired boy cursed and dodged the next boy's attack, using his thin body to avoid the assault. Punching the boy in the face, he ran back into the street, running towards the town limits, near the woods. Before he could get halfway there, he felt a tight grip on his wrist.

Dark winced, as his arms had been self-harmed the night before by the same knife he held in his right hand, the hand that hadn't been grabbed. The large male behind him yanked his arm, pulling him back to sock Dark's face, leaving a bruise on his right cheek.

Something else snapped again in Dark, and his vibrant green eyes darken venomously. He quickly raised his knife and stabbed the larger boy in the stomach, twisting and pulling, then stabbed his chest harshly.

The other two lackeys, thinner than the other, tried to run, either back to the school, or to the police station, Dark didn't care. He just knew that there needed to be no witnesses, and they needed to die.

He pounced, much like a cat upon a mouse or bird. They sure struggled like one. He shanked one in the back, and he fell, coughing up blood. Dark smiled and turned to the next one, leaping on top of him and leaning over the scared teen.

"You know, you are the ones who made me like this... hehehe-HahahaHAHAHA!!" Dark calmed down a bit, still a playful smirk on his face as he gazed upon the remaining male, who was just staring fearfully up at his dominant figure, wondering what had happened to the shy, quiet boy.

"Wh-why..." Was all the boy could make come out of his mouth.

"Hehe... I just made a pun!! Haha! Your 'Fate' is 'Dark'!!!!! HAHAHA!!" Dark had surely changed from emotionless and impassive to gleeful and twisted.

Dark saw that the boy was fearful, and took delight in it. His grin widened, and he gazed upon his knife, seeing, for once, it was not covered in his own blood.

"You know... this is all your fault. YOUR FAULT!!!!" Dark yelled loudly, his brows furrowed, the grin still in place, but more of a sneer. "IF IT WASN'T FOR IDIOTS LIKE YOU, I WOULDN'T BE THIS WAY!"

Dark gripped the knife and impaled the boy's stomach and rib cage, stabbing roughly. The other boy coughed blood, splattering Dark's face, but he didn't care. Bloodlust covered his mind, controlling his body. No way would he stop.

Sirens sounded in the distance. Who the HECK had called the freaking cops?! Dark vaulted towards the woods, hurtling his frame into the woods, and concealing himself into the darkness....

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"Last night, five male students were murdered after a school event, and suspect Dark Fate has disappeared and has not been spotted. Please keep your eyes open and windows locked-"

Sarah's fiancee switched off the television. "There's nothing to worry about, half the things they say is all lies." Miran assured her.

She agreed, and they went to their bed, cuddling closely. The last thing they heard before their graphic demise was four simple, yet confusing words:

"Your Fate is Dark."