Well this is a story of..my life. Before HT i mean.
Why sad face? Because my life was basicaly hell before HT. But i survived and i am here now. But, I will warn you, this story has lots of action (dont we all love that), little bit, Ooor a lot of dieing, i dont know i cant remember, and well i dont know, words? Anyway, enjoy my story. Oh and please note there are some, but little violent words in this, fanfic thingy. Yeah I'll just shutup and let you continue. Ok maybe i wont. Anyway short summary, this is about my life and how i grew up. This explains the way i am now. I hope you have fun reading this fan fic and please comment for more chapters and I'll be happy to write more. (these chapters may be short, I am aware of that, and i dont care
enjoy) [well now that i have previewed it i see it it isnt that short, I'm proud of myself
.. Oh sorry. forgot you were there..anyway, enjoy!]
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When I was born, I was no regular human. My twin brother and sister, Niki and Zodi, were given to my aunt and uncle. I had no idea either of them existed.
My mother was murdered when I was 1. She was frustrated with the fact of knowing I could do magic. She tried her best to teach me everything she thought she knew, but she always ended up yelling me.
The day she was murdered, she had decided to give me to my dad for the summer. When we arrived at his house, a guy ran out of the house and stabbed my mom to death.
When my dad came home, he found me crying on the couch next to my murdered mom. My father was mad because he thought I had killed her because I could do magic. My dad kept in the basement that night. And apparently, he decided I was going to live down there. No light, no blankets, no crib. I mastered magic at the age of two. I used all sorts of spells to advance my self. So at the age of two, I could walk, talk, read, and do things I can do now. One day, my dad came down into the basement, and put a knife to my throat.
"Why did you kill my wife?!" He yelled.
"I didn’t daddy! I swear! Someone else did!" I screamed. He didn’t believe me; therefore, he slapped me and asked again. "Daddy! Please stop! I didn’t do it!" He cut my throat and laughed. Then he stepped back, wide eyed and frightened. The blood was seen, and I was crying, but the cut was disappearing.
"What are you!?" He said.
"Daddy! Don’t leave me!" I screamed, reaching for him. Suddenly, my eyes when from silver to red.
My father fell back, shocked. "I-I know what your trying to do! You’re trying to kill me like you did to your mother!" He yelled pointing the knife at me. "Well you know what," He put the knife up to his throat. "I'm going to do it before you even try!" He slit his throat and lay there, dead.
I crawled to him and cried for a long time. When I finally came to my senses, I walked upstairs for the first time in a year. I stayed at my dad’s house while I grew up alone.
I walked around in school, of course, alone. I was a loner. I had no parents and I lived alone. I didn’t feel like talking to many people. But there was this one boy that seemed a little strange. Everyone called him Creator. He was a loner as was I. He didn’t talk much. I did follow him sometimes. I found out he lived right across the street from me too. I would watch him from my window and a mere distance. He seemed to be happy at home. He was very close to his mom. I did see him when I would sit outside. I would try to get my courage up to go talk to him and say hi, but it wouldn’t work. At school, I did talk to him a few times. But not for long because it would get quiet very easily. Some kids at school would test my anger when they talked about Creator when he wasn’t around to hear.
One day, after school, this group of boys where talking about him. "Creator, he is such a loser! He never talks to anyone!"
That wasn’t the first time I heard them talk about him and I was tired of hearing them say things like that. I turned around and punched one of the boys. "He is not a loser! So shut up!" I yelled.
The boy stood up and tried to punched me back but, I ducked and he missed. When I ducked, I swung my leg underneath two of the boys and tripped them both. One of the boys still standing ran toward me and tried to tackle me. I stepped to the side and flipped him onto his back. Two other boys grabbed me from behind and held me by my arms. The three boys on the ground got up and started to punch and kick me. When I started to cough up blood, the two boys holding me pushed me to the ground. The other boys stood around me and started to kick me. My nose was bleeding and I was starting to pass out. Suddenly the boys backed off. Creator was standing right in front of me, holding one of the boys' necks.
"Leave. Her. Alone." He said staring him right in the face. "If you bother her again, I will kill you." It was the first time I had really ever met (not necessarily met but you get the idea, i hope) and heard Creator say anything more than ‘hi’.
The boy nodded nervously. Creator dropped him and all of the boys ran off. After the boys were out of sight, Creator turned around and looked at me. Before I could say anything, I had passed out, without one single word.
