Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24565797-20140618033412

Tenzikan, a name that simply invokes fear into the hearts of man and animal. His pitch black eyes leave you terrified to the soul. His sub-deity power combined with animalistic tendencies make him a force to avoided at all costs. He strolls at night mostly, preying on his victims before he uses his tongue clicks to disorient and confuse them, utterly ending in death. He dons a semi-tight pair of sweatpants, a thick black polyester tank top and a pair of black running shoes. his stature of 5”9 tends to have him towering over his “selections.” with his intimidation factor and pure lust for blood allow him to have no care for his body, his opponents often underestimate him and that has lead to many throats slit, and many bodies still. His most outgoing trait is his willingness, he won’t quit until he gets what he wants.





His past dwells deeper, His father a raging alcoholic prone to bursts of violence. Tenzikan’s father began abusing him around the age of 11, he would leave marks and bruises without the slightest remorse on his face nor would he apologize for his sins committed, but Tenzikan would soon make him pay for what his father had done to him, and his mother.



During his 17th birthday Tenzikan finally felt like shutting up his drunk asshole of a father for good. Tenzikan plotted, after 3 months of preparation everything was in place. He lured his father into the garage, asking for help to look for something that wasn’t even there. As his father looked, Tenzikan grabbed the nearby hammer, and raised it over his head. He struck the back of his father’s head, instantly knocking him unconscious. Thankful for the lack of blood, Tenzikan dragged his father over to the nearby crawlspace. Tenzikan strapped his father to the table that was already set-up, and now the camera was being readied so he could watch his father suffer over and over again.



Coughing, his father woke up to a dark room. Gasping for air he tried to reach for his neck but did not seem to realize his hands and feet were bound, looking around frantically the father noticed a figure in a welder’s mask and apron. He began to panic, flailing his arms and legs to try and work them free, but to no avail. He dropped back to the table, exhaustion setting in. The figure in the mask then pulled out a syringe filled with a questionable looking liquid.

“I want you awake, fucker.” The figure in the mask said in an incredibly low tone, it obviously was using a voice changer, Then the figure injected the father with the syringe, instantly the father felt his heart rate increase, adrenaline. Beginning to have trouble staying on the table, the figure tightened the straps. having no where to run, the father accepted his fate.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;line-height:1.15;text-indent:36pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">The figure then unveiled his mask, it was the father’s own son, Tenzikan. A look of utter terror inched across the father’s face. He knew what was coming, he dreaded the day his son actually decided to put him in his place, his day of reckoning was upon him. Tenzikan would be sure to make him pay for his sins committed against his own family. Tenzikan reached and turned a knob with one hand, while grabbing a hold of a nearby object with the other.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;line-height:1.15;text-indent:36pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tenzikan’s father felt the heat, he knew it was HIS blowtorch. Tenzikan’s father began tapping his fingers on the table, looking around for any means of escape. He saw nothing but an empty room filled with two tables of tools and surgical equipment. He could see nothing beyond the flood light hanging in his eyes, and the mirror above him. The mirror, Tenzikan’s father could see the physical pain that he inflicted to his son mentally.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;line-height:1.15;text-indent:36pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">It made him sick to his stomach, he couldn’t risk passing out so he tried to remain strong. As he began looking away a sharp tingling sensation hit his chest. Across his chest, Tenzikan was writing “Belligerent Drunk.” he’d already had the words “Asshole” and “Traitor” carved into his legs when he was out cold. The father broke out into a loud screech. This torture would go on for several days, each day Tenzikan would grow more and more cold, treating his dad as a piece of lumber and hammering nails into his hands and feet. Tenzikan soon found himself enjoying these few hours of father-son bonding and took it a step further. One day Tenzikan was on his way into his “playground” hearing his father’s gasps for breath, he smiled and turned the knob but was stopped by a loud bang to his right.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;text-indent:36pt;">Tenzikan quickly shifted his glance to the door of the garage, a skinny pale man was sitting on the roof of his father’s car, shocked to see something there tenzikan retracted and turned his back to the being. He felt a hand grasp his shoulder.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey now, am I...scaring you?” An ominous tone passed through tenzikan’s ears.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I have a gift, use it wisely.” Laughter erupted from the entity as it ran its hand down Tenzikan’s back, it removed its hand and then said “Make those that sin pay, I will deal with them when death takes their souls.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">It vanished into thin air. Tenzikan sat at the door with his hand on the knob, petrified. Turning the knob and walking into the room, he did not take his eyes from his father’s, Tenzikan reached over and grabbed a chisel and mallet from the nearby table. His tongue began to make rapid clicking noises which his father had heard, it forced his father to look at him now, he wasn’t struggling anymore.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Tenzikan lined up his chisel and mallet for the last time as his mother opened the door from hearing her son’s sporadic clicks. She looked in pure terror at her son; her son turned into a sadistic monster. She ran into the house called 911 and tossed the phone away from her. By the time Tenzikan found the phone the police were at the door, guns raised, Tenzikan did not resist arrest knowing they’d kill him at any sudden movements. He was carried off the property swiftly, his mother looking at him with disgust.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tenzikan was put in a straight jacket and tossed in the back of the police car, he looked at his mother with dead eyes. His mother knew that it wasn’t her son anymore. She did not watch the car pull off. She walked over to her now dead and mutilated husband, he had bled to death, she did not see her son doing this. She walked over to the camera in the corner and  pulled out the tape, she wished what she was thinking was not on the tape. She died of fright and anxiety later that night from watching the tape of her son torturing his own father.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">In the back of the car Tenzikan sat silent only looking at his feet, until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Tenzikan looked over to see the pale, skinny entity staring at him. His eyes said that Tenzikan was not helpless. The entity spoke.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tenzikan began to sit up, the cop in the passenger seat looked back.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Finally realize what you’ve done kid?” Laughing to himself he turned around.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tenzikan began clicking his tongue, slow at first but then he sped up and made them louder, the two cops in the car began to shake uncontrollably, eventually the driver passed out and crashed the car into a building. Tenzikan awoke from the crash’s impact, looking around frantically, realizing he could move his hands again, most likely his new friend had unlocked him while he was asleep. Tenzikan kicked open the door thanks to it being banged up pretty good in the crash. Tenzikan bolted for the nearest alleyway and made his way back to his home.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After two long hours in the back roads of his neighborhood, Tenzikan had made it home. Going through the garage first he grabbed a hammer, a chisel, a hand saw, and two screwdrivers of different lengths. After placing those into his pockets he made for the inside of the house the longer screwdriver readied, he waited to see his mother. As he moved through the hallway he slowly walked into the living room and gripped the screwdriver in his hand tighter. Tenzikan heard the sound of his father’s retribution.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Turning the corner Tenzikan found his mother’s lifeless body on the ground, she had watched the tape, tenzikan muttered a silent curse and looked at his mother’s body. He hadn’t wanted this but he had to do what he saw as right. He took one last look at his mother and turned away. Leaving his house through the garage, he vowed to give those who sinned retribution. With his gift he’d be unstoppable. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <ac_metadata title="Tenzikan (it like auto walls for some reason)"> </ac_metadata>