Not many can understand why some choose to die. While others only try to harp on those who attempt to die instead of helping. This is exactly what the problem that Azazel is dealing with. Throughout the entirety of his highschool life he has been bullied to a ridiculous degree. And so, here the process occurring now.
"I fucking hate my life and those pieces of shit. How I wish I could find something to beat their brains in. Those fuckers teaching only fuck with me when I defend myself. So screw it, I'll go and hopefully have some sort of memory." Azazel, standing next to a noose that's hanging, speaks out loud to himself. Azazel is a senior in highschool, who looks like your average white American kid.
6 foot 6inches tall, faint scars of acne covering his face that's currently filled with signs of anger and sadness. His hazel eyes with flecks of green filled with faint rage as he steps on the bar stool under the rope. The thin frame of his trembling with suppressed anger and depression as he calms the feelings of fear and shame for what he wants to do.
Slipping the noose around his neck, he begins to step off the stool as tears begin to fall. "I will wait for the world to follow me down to hell." And with those words he completely steps off. Instantly, he felt like he suffocating. The pain of suffocating and the feeling of stopping the blood flow was great, but was much less than the pain of living.
After about 5 minutes the final light in his eyes left, as a smile came to his face. In the final seconds, Azazel relives the most prominent memories. Being accused of rape and attempted murder only to be proven innocent, but the accusers see no punishment. The family that seems to try to break him down even more as if his existence was a curse. The feeling of being depressed but having no outlet. People avoiding him his entire life making it impossible to make friends. The rage and violence that built up with every incident, but is suppressed by his kind heart and apprehension.
Suddenly there came a snapping sound.
As the images started to fade, the rope holding him broke under his weight. With a small thud Azazel's body fell to the floor. With the fall came the proof that Azazel had indeed died. The thud also alerted other people in the house that something happened. His parents quickly came to the source which was the adjacent garage. Quickly opening the door forcefully, let them witness the sight before them.
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After a few lengthy days dealing with the authorities, Azazel's body or corpse was shoved as is in an ordinary wooden box and buried. And to make matters even worse, his burial was nothing more than being dumped unceremoniously in a in a shallow hole and covered. The longest part of the burial itself was the filling the hole with dirt.
However, in the box was a scene taking place that would rattle the hearts of anybody. An event that could be considered unsettling to anybody. His fingers started moving as his eyes opened. Azazel has resurrected and all he felt was an endless vengeance against the universe that wronged him.
"Why am I not dead? Is this hell or heaven? If so, why do I feel so much anger? WAIT! Why am I in this shitty ass box!? This is a bigger version of what you use to bury a dead hamster!"
It was at this moment that he realized why he was so angry...
"The world had betrayed me, the school, my parents, the people around me." Thinking hard he could actually remember the sounds of what was happening around him after he died. He first remembered his parents' reaction.
"Haha the lil fucker actually offed himself, you stay here honey I'll call the cops," his father named Thunder(I know, very classy name) told his wife in merry joy.
"No worries babe, I'll call the local lumberyard and see if I can get a 7 foot long 3 foot wide cheap box made and delivered," his mother named Karen stated in excitement.
Forcefully remembering those sounds made him even angrier. For the first time in his existence, he felt the need to do violence. The feelings of rage built and built as he realized that his burial by his own parents was worse than that of an average family pet.
"FUCKING BASTARDS!!! I will tear them limb from limb!" And with those words he started banging on the box in the shallow grave. The commotion making a passing caretaker come over to take a look. Upon realizing that the shallow grave that was done earlier during the sunlight hours was the once making the commotion he was shocked.
"Holy fucking lord, some poor bastard was buried alive!" After shouting that hoping 1 of the other caretakers heard him, he dashed towards the shallow grave that was now full of grunts, growls and cuss words. "Hold on, fella, I'm coming to help you!" Quickly the caretaker used his hands to start shoveling the dirt and loose gravel away the help the guy. However unknowingly, this would lead to his biggest mistake of his life. Because he forgot 1 important piece of information. The body was buried in the afternoon earlier that day and it was currently almost 11pm at night. Shouldn't the person trapped have run out of air?
As he cleared the loose dirt and gravel on top, a fist burst through the box straight into his throat. It went straight to his spine and spinal cord. Pulling his fist out, Azazel pulled himself out of the box, ripping out chunks of the top. After a moment he looked at his fist with blood on it and then at the caretaker that was choking to death on his own blood.
"That felt....good, the feeling of his flesh giving way for my fist as I hit his spine. The warmth of his body and blood. I'm sorry little fish, as a thank you, I shall end you more quickly." Then quickly, Azazel kicked the head of the poor caretaker causing it to snap backwards with a loud crack of skull and spine breaking.
Suddenly, he saw a small panel appear in-front of his eyes.
[Name:Azazel Storm
Race: Living-Dead
Constitution:10
Agility: 5
Strength: 15
Intellect: 5
Passive Skills: Eternal Wrath(MAX), tough skin(0/10)
Active Skills:
Unique Skills: Death Area Absorption]
And then he felt the skin of his body itched a bit then nothing. It was also at that moment that he realized 1 important thing. As the wind blew, he felt the breeze all over his body. He was naked, but then again, there was a fresh pair of clothes on the corpse in front of him.