Frank began to run as fast as his legs could take him. His body started to move without his knowledge.
He was about to turn the other way when he thought of the only girl he liked. It was purely feelings because, you know, he didn't have any reproductive organs.
'Kasandra! What have I done?!' Frank ran towards the beast. "I won't let you take another person from me! Not again!"
If he had lungs, they would have exploded. Sure, he was tired and was "breathing" heavily, but he didn't have to stop. He could keep running.
"How could I have been so stupid?! How could I have left you!" Frank was the most disappointed in himself he had ever been. How could he have left the only skeleton he loved behind?
While he was running, thinking of Kasandra, Frank thought of his father and all the other skeletons. Sure, he hated them. He had the right to, but he couldn't just leave them to the same fate as his mother!
Frank was deeply disappointed in himself. Who wouldn't be? He had just left everyone he knew and loved behind in the darkness. He had doomed them all.
Frank looked up and saw, to his horror, a skeleton that looked an awful lot like Kasandra, being lifted 50 feet in the air by the same beast that killed his mother. All the bottled-up anger still left in him was released. Then, he broke.
Frank wasn't in the mindset to talk nor listen. He charged at the vicious beast, raised his fist, and tried to punch it. The attack did nothing. It was like an ant trying to squish a human. It didn't follow the rules of nature.
The beast looked at Frank, then Kasandra. Its face then twisted into a sickening smile as it squished her like a bug.
Frank fell forwards. "No," he then got lower, "No!" He kept mumbling the same word. Out of nowhere, he looked up at the beast. "NO!" He yelled at the top of his bones.
Frank charged forwards, but this time, he was holding a blade of darkness.
The blade resembled a void. It looked like it held the endless negativity of the world. It gave off a pure vibe of hate.
The Abyss Blade was absorbing everything around it, including Frank.
Frank swiped his sword, swinging as hard as he could. All of his broken up emotions seeped into the Abyss Blade, only making him stronger. With that one swing alone, he created a tornado of darkness, absorbing everything it touched.
When the tornado died down, the monster had completely vanished, and Frank was lying on the ground, alone once again. Would he ever have someone of his own?
The only bones that Frank had left were an arm, leg, half a torso, and half of his skull. If anyone walked up to him, they would have seen straight through his magic crystal.
A skeleton slowly walked up to Frank, speaking. "Son, you disappoint me once again."
Frank saw his father. He tried to speak back and defend himself, but he was on the verge of death. He could feel it.
Bones took another step forward. "You know why you disappoint me?" He didn't give Frank any time to speak. He leaned in closer to his son. "Because you couldn't even die right."
That confused Frank. Why was his father acting like that? What was his father saying?
Bones looked down at Frank with hate. "You don't get it, do you?!" He paused. "I set it up! I set everything up! I'm the one who made all of the other monsters hate you! I made them Scorn you! I MADE YOU FAIL!"
Frank was only able to mutter out one word. "Why?"
Bones stood up straight and kicked Frank. "Because I've hated you since your mother created you! She went behind my back and did it even though I demanded her not to!"
Frank took a glance at his father while his bones were degenerating. "W-Why kill mom?"
Bones looked Frank in the eye sockets. "She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." He paused. "It wasn't supposed to kill her."
Frank looked at his father. His oddly shaped irises saying everything. He then asked, in anger, "was Kasandra just another casualty?"
Bones laughed. "No. I wanted her to die, too. She defied my law. She defied me, a god, so of course I had her killed too."
Frank slowly got up, his skull still breaking. He just couldn't let his father get away with that.
Frank was consumed with anger as he stood. His father, the skeleton who raised him, was the reason behind his mother and friend's death.
Bones let Frank stand. He let his son's exhausted body stand, so when he kicked him back down, it would end his resolve.
Frank fully stood up, his body going on autopilot. Then, a red aura covered his body.
On the verge of losing consciousness, Frank said three words, darkly. "I. hate. you." It started softly. Then, It got louder. "I HATE YOU!"
Frank rushed his father, intent on killing him. He threw punch after punch, each one getting slightly more powerful.
Bones was having trouble with his son's punches. They were getting so fast he could barely see them. The only reason he wasn't getting beat up was his experience and danger sense.
Frank suddenly stopped. While he was standing still, a massive red blade materialized in his bonny hand.
Bones' irises lit up. 'N-no. He can't have THAT!' He thought. 'He cant have The Demonic Blade Of Misery..'
Frank didn't have control of the wheel. It was like he wasn't in his own body.
Frank charged his father, producing slash after slash and pushing his father backwards.
Then, Bones decided to use his ace. He summoned his blade, The Death Knight, and fought back.
It was an intense battle, with Bones starting to get the edge back into the fight.
When Frank tripped, that was it.
Bones was back in power. He did a downwards slash while Frank was still falling, causing the sword to cut his son in half.
That didn't stop Frank though. While he should have been dead, his bones molded back together and he started to fight back.
This time Frank didn't let up. He kept bashing at his father, but his father wasn't going to lie down and die.
Bones took his sword and shoved it near Frank's heart (magic crystal). Luckily for Bones, he shattered Frank's magic crystal, but what he didn't expect was for Frank to explode in a massive outburst of magic.
The blast hit bones so hard it broke his crystal. Bone's final words were, "I should have killed you and your mother the day you were 'born'!"
. . .
A boy, about 15, leapt out of bed. He had cold sweat dripping all down his body and was breathing heavily.
The boy's name was Noah, and his parents had died the day he was born. His father was in a car accident, and his mother had a complicated birth.
He didn't have any friends. No one wanted to be his friend. Even if they did, anyone who associated themselves with him was brutally murdered.
Noah was your fairly average boy. He had the normal physique of a boy his age.
Noah had pure white hair that draped down to his shoulders. His eyes were different colors, with his left eye being purple and his right being golden.
He wore baggy and ripped clothing and had scars going down his chest, indicating abuse.
After his parents died, Noah was pushed onto his aunt and uncle, who hated his guts. They would always say how his cousins were better than he could ever be, and whenever he would outclass his cousins in any way, shape, or form, They would beat him.
One time, they beat him so terribly he almost died, and he would have if his neighbors weren't the nicest people he'd ever met and called the cops.
After he got to the hospital and was treated, they would have arrested his aunt and uncle, but they didn't for two reasons. 1. His aunt and uncle had friends in high places and, 2. They lived on a farm, and his aunt and uncle said it was a farming accident.
All in all, Noah had a pretty crappy life, but he never let that keep him down. He kept putting in his all, trying to leave his aunt and uncle.
Noah looked at his clock and saw the time. It read 5:00. 'It happened again!' He thought.
Recently, Noah had dreams like that one every night. To him, they were more like nightmares, and they were always about a skeleton named Frank. It would have been perfectly normal for Noah to write it off as a "weird dream"... but how could he do that when it was happening every night?
Noah got up, took a shower, and put on his school uniform. The uniform was a button-up shirt with black dress pants.
When Noah was done, he grabbed his bag and left out the door, or he would have if his aunt hadn't stopped him in his tracks.
Noah's aunt was short, fat, and looked like a pig. In fact, she ate like one too.
Noah's aunt, Karren, grabbed Noah by the arm as hard as she could and slammed him on the ground. As much as she looked like a pig, Noah couldn't help but admit she was powerful.
"Where in the nine hells do you think you're going?!"
Noah looked her in the eyes, not showing a single ounce of fear. "To school," was his simple answer.
Karren picked up Noah's head and slammed it on the ground. "You wanna talk back to me?"
A moment passed, and Noah continued to glare daggers at his aunt.
"Answer me, you ungrateful little bastard!" She, once again, slammed his head into the ground, but this time, she didn't stop.
Noah finally responded. "...Yes, ma'am."
Noah's whole face looked like one big bump. He could feel the blood running down his face, and it was at that moment he knew he had to stay home again.
Karren got off of Noah and wiped her hands off on his white button-up shirt.
'Great, now I have to spend all of my money to get a new shirt.' Noah thought.
Noah picked his heavy, malnourished body up. He looked at his aunt and held himself back from bashing her face in.
Karren, feeling satisfied, left Noah to tend to his wounds.