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ERABA

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Eraba is a 17 year old boy who was cursed to a hell called Anarchy. He was sent all the way down to the bottom layer of the hell called "Anarchy". His goal is to make his way up the layers and get to the first, "The Divine Monarchy". He believes the person who cursed him stays up there. Along the way through many layers he meets people who will stick with him. These people are souls waiting to be forgiven and sent out to heaven, or, they're people just like Eraba who were cursed there. Join Eraba on his story to get back to his normal life, and potentially save the citizens of Anarchy.
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Chapter 1 - (1) It Runs In The Family

BACKSTORY

Eraba 'Norowareta' is an only child living with his grandfather. He's 17, and lives in a remote town called Ikurinaku, located in the very faraway outskirts of Southern Japan, and close to the ocean. A town where everyone wears sandals, and makeshift clothes. The elders and dictators walk around in color assigned robes. His parents both mysteriously disappeared when he was 6. There wasn't a single trace of them, and nothing was done about it due to government not supporting such a distant town. His grandfather raises him over the years but isn't home often because of work. Due to having very little money, and no real parental figures, Eraba was the center of harassment. It was a cruel town and he had to fight for everything. Despite the harsh life he's led thus far, he's somehow managed to stay optimistic through it all.

PRESENT DAY  //   PROLOGUE START // HOMETOWN

SFX: Birds chirping, running, kids playing*

     "Tsk", Eraba expresses. "Get off my ass! I'll pay you guys back... eventually!" The 6 men get increasingly annoyed and exclaim, "Eraba, cut the bullshit! This is the third time this week!" Eraba knows he can't argue with that. "Come on! I haven't eaten in over four days, I really need this food. Please!" Eraba shouts, hoping he can sympathetically win them over. "We're sorry Eraba, but no more exceptions! Enough is enough!" the men tell him. Eraba runs for another 20 minutes before running out of breath. "Come on, where'd he go!?" The men exclaim. Eraba sighs in relief, as he's able to sit in an alley and eat.  A very skinny little kid throws a pebble to get Eraba's attention. Eraba notices and says, "Hey. Shouldn't you be with your parents right now? Wherever they are?" The kid shows little emotion and says, "Food." Eraba chuckles and says, "You just demand, huh? I'm not sure how far that'll get you."

SFX: Heavy wind*

     "Before I go back."

     Eraba sits there in confusion. With a slight tone of fear in his voice, Eraba says "Alright, I get it. You win. I'm malnourished too, ya know." In a somber moment between the two, they share the rice and bread. Eraba looks at the boy and says, "In all my years of fighting and running around this town, I've never seen you. Where you from?" a wave of silence hit. It was so silent it was almost dreadful. Eraba says, "Sorry I as-" the boy cuts him off.

     "Anarchy."  The boy said, with a cold stare

SFX: Bread crumb falling, heartbeat*

     Eraba is left in a state of shock and confusion yet again. All the sounds in the town: kids playing, people yelling, footsteps. All of it flushed out as Eraba could only hear the breadcrumb hit the ground, and a sudden deep heartbeat. For the first time in his life, Eraba had experienced terror. A silence hit yet again, only to be interrupted.

SFX: Footsteps, yelling*

     "There he is!" The men shout out. Eraba looks at them, and turns back around at the kid. "Sorry, gott-" Eraba stops himself as he realizes the kid just seemingly vanished. Bread and rice still on the ground. "Ah, shit." Eraba turns back around, facing the men and nonchalantly says, "You can have the food back." While smiling and waving.

SFX: Footsteps, dragging, talking*

     "Come on! You guys couldn't let me off the hook this one time?!" Eraba exclaims. "Like we said, it's been too many times! You're lucky we liked your father, but to be honest, after he disappeared 11 years ago, we don't really give a shit these days. It's old now." Eraba is pissed about what he just heard, but he nonchalantly tries to play it off, "Oh, don't say that now. He's my father after all." Eraba gives off a light chuckle while scratching his head. A second man laughs and says, "You mean WAS your father? He's a fuckin' deceased geezer now." Eraba jolts forward to let his makeshift shirt tear. The man dragging him turns around as he realizes he's dragging nothing. Eraba punches him and picks up his shirt. He kicks the second man and throws the shirt in the face of the third. Eraba maneuvers to the right of the third man and weaves between the 4th adjacent to him. Eraba kicks the man to his front right. He positions the kick for the man to hit the other. 4 men down, 2 left. Eraba grabs one of the downed men by the leg and tosses him at the 2 other men. One of the men groan and says, "Yeah, I thought you'd be just like your dad. Your grandfather is waiting at home for you." Eraba gives a cold, "Yeah." And goes on his way. The fighting helped him take his mind off it but he couldn't ease the feeling of anxiety. "Anarchy." replays in his head. He walks around some more before deciding to head into school late. "Where were you and why do you look so beat up?!" His teacher exclaims. 2 students whisper and chuckle. Eraba notices and says, "Yo, you two." The two students look up and see Eraba looking and pointing at them. "Y-yeah?" they stammer. Eraba is getting annoyed and says, "Come on! Spit it ou-" He gets cut off by the teacher who says, "Oh come on, Eraba, they're always like that. Just go sit down. You haven't been here in days, anyways." He follows up with a nervous chuckle. Eraba sits there for a while, thinking of what happened. The school bell rings for lunch. Students talk, and slowly their drama and gossip turn into, "Anarchy." Eraba is moving into a state of panic before he screams, "SHUT UP!". Everyone stares at him and before he knows it, they're laughing. He walks off into a bathroom and washes his face. Instead of himself, he sees his grandfather. He closes his eyes and he's at the trail leading to his home.

SFX: Crickets, walking*

     "This damned back path I have to walk through to get home is so damn creepy at night." Eraba thinks to himself.

SFX: Door opens, pans clattering, water running*

     "Old man! I'm home!" Eraba says. His grandfather is happy but confused. "Eraba, where is your shirt and why are you so dirty? What happened?!" Eraba doesn't want to make anything out of it and says, "I was just bored so I went out to go do stuff." Eraba's grandfather sees through it but doesn't push, "I see. Well come eat." Eraba is excited to have a proper meal, "Alright!" Grandfather tells Eraba, "You look like you had a rough day. After dinner go take a bath and go to bed. You have school tomorrow too." Eraba agrees and finishes up dinner. "By the way, Eraba." Eraba looks back, "Yeah?". Eraba's grandfather smirks and says, "It's okay to be a regular teenage boy, if you catch my drift!" Eraba chuckles and says, "Yeah, yeah. Good night old man."

SFX: Water running, teeth being brushed*

     Eraba lies in bed thinking about earlier. "Seriously, what was that?" Eraba thought to himself. After being there for a while, Eraba fell asleep.

SFX: Blur, scream, water droplet, heartbeat increasing*

    

     "Father loves you, Eraba."

"Before I go back."

                           "ANARCHY."

                               

A vision of his father's eyes

No?..

A vision of the child's eyes

IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY // PROLOGUE

                                      Done.

About Eraba

His favorite food is white rice

He's 15 in this chapter (prologue) but 17 while in Anarchy.

Height: 5'10 prologue, 6'2 in Anarchy.

Weight: Same weight. 110lbs. He's very low body fat but doesn't have big muscles. His body has changed in anatomy-defying ways since Anarchy. Extremely lean.

Eye color: Gray and yellow.

Hair color: Black with streaks of white

Hair type: Long, rough and sort of spiky. (Upper back length)

Weapon: Katana, Machete, Shotgun

Attire: Sandals, black, beige and green kimono, half torn on the left sleeve, and an almost completely torn beige cloak