...
where am i? wha- *suddenly i remembered that i was killed*
~and that soul is...~ *said god while looking at me*
... *we were looking at each other for seconds, after which he looked at me with sadness and compassion*
... *i got annoyed but somehow relieved, like a weightful burden had fallen had fallen from my shoulders*
~...Minam-~ STOP!!! *i shouted, preventing him to say the name my biological parents gave me*
~...~ ...dont say that name... *i look down feeling sadness, anger, a mix of negative emotions washed over me, like a tsunami*
~how do you want to be called then?~ *god asked*
...Sirius, Sirius Felln
~Okay, Sirius, do you know what is this place, what happened to you and what your past is?~
... ~come on, go ahead, tell me~
*he snapped his fingers, when we appeared with him in a traditional style japanesee room, and i happen to return my physical look, like i was before*
...why japanese style? *i asked curiously*
~i like it the most, its the most relaxing room i could think of for you~
...alright, thats truly relaxing, but, why did you bring me here?
*god sits on his knees in front of the short table, and starts to signal me with his hand to sit in front of him*
...*i sit with my legs crossed, because thats more comfortable for me*
*god snapped his fingers again, when two cups of tea appeared in front of the two of us*
*god had a sip from the tea, and so did i, it was delicious honestly*
~sigh~
sigh
*both god and me exhaled because of the tea*
...are we going to sit here forever? not like im against it or something... *i look out of the open door and the view was amazing, the sun shined bright, yet it was not too hot, the flower garden looked like there was no end. just sitting here looking at the beautiful view, while sipping a delicious tea, isnt that heaven?*
~heh, you like it very much, dont you?~ *god said playfully, while looking at me*
get to the point already... *i said, trying to change the subject*
~...tell me your story~
...you know that, dont you? why making me tell it?
~just.. tell me, alright?
...tsk! whatever
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i had a shitty life since i became concious, i cant really remember if i was, 2, 3, 4 years old, although that doesnt really matter anymore.
my biological parents always fought with each other.
my biological mother was a top hostess in a hostess bar, she was a beautiful woman, long blonde hair with sparkling blue eyes, no wonder she was the most beautiful woman in the bar, but on the other side of the coin she was an ambicious and manipulative woman, because of her my biological father got in a huge debt to buy her things that she already had and didnt need, like a big new house, we didnt had one, but didnt need one neither, just for her not to return to the hostess bar because he wanted her to be only his, and was planning to propose to her.
one day, when my biological dad, who was pretty decent looking, was cooking dinner, when my biological mother returned home, he went to welcome her in the entrance, he saw her in the entrancenot alone, but with her new boyfriend. it appears that she was going to the hostess bar regardles of my biological fathers begging her not to go there anymore and found some rich guy, he had the knife because he was in the middle of cooking the dinner, i was there too, i saw how pathetic and embarresed he was because of his love for her, but what i also saw is his crazy eyes that were suddenly full of hatered, and i saw my biological mather too, while she was laughting with her new boyfriend next to her, planning to leave after she would told about her new boyfrien.
little did she know when my biological father, that had a knife in his arm would pierce her new boyfrinds throat, with the same kitchen knife that he slliced vegatebles minutes ago.
*stab*
both me and my biological mother saw the blood that was splashing out of the young man's throat, since i already was concious, i understood that my biological father just killed someone.
while i looked at the splashing blood that dripped everywhere at the entrance, my biological mother already dashed to the door to escape, but fails, and my biological father stabbed her back.
*stab*
AAAA!!!!
she shoutd and screamed
PLEASE, PLEASE DONT KILL ME!!!
as she rolls on her back, my biological father sits on her stomach and began to stab her continuasly.
*stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab*
he was continuasly stabbing her, after he felt he was done, he rushed to the car and drove away, the last thing she saw, was me, she rarely even thought about, not to mention interested how was i doing, my biological father didnt even touched me, i think he didnt think about me at all and drove away, which was obviously a good thing, because, who knew what would happen to me if he thought about me at that moment, after that i just sat on the floor, with an emotionless face watching thir bodies.
to be honest, i dont remember much after that, how much time passed after someone found me in the house at the entrance.
the only thing i know, that my biological father got in a car accident when he drove away, the police did some research and after no one answeared the calls, they drove to the house they were shocked about the picture they discovered there, they found me, with the lieing bodies and dripped blood, after which they took me away and i gave testimony about what happened.
the police didnt know what to do with me, but gladly soon enough a family appeared, saying they want to adopt me, the police accepted their offer, but said that they had to match some conditions, and that the police would often come to see how i was doing and they will free to leave police's sight.
after all the observances, and it seemed that they were free from the gaze of the police, the family appeared to be acquaintances with the dangerous people my biological father took the debt from, and the family planned everything up so they could sell me to the same dangerous people my biological father took the debt from.
then, i got bought like a thing you buy from a store, just for them to torture me physicaly, good thing i wasnt raped.
after years, they decided that i would fight for them in the underworld arena fights without rules, where you can even kill your enemy without any consequences... well, it appears that i was wrong, and it was not necessarily without any consequenses, but about that later.
i fought for them, for my own life, and fought and fought and fought, and killed and killed and killed, and some with cutted limbs, because everyone there used some type of weapons.
after more years of living that way, it appears that ive gained a skill that allows me to adapt very fast in any situation possible.
when i return to my room that they gave me, well, it looks more like a punishment cell in prison, and just like that they decide, will they give me food or not, and how big or small the amount of food is, sometimes i even hunt roaches and eat them because of hunger in that 3 on 3 meter room.
escape? oh, i tried that, many many many times, but they wont let me, and every other punishment of the attempts to escape is worse than the previous.
then one day they take me to meet their higher up, middle aged man sitting on the chair in his office.
the man: oh, so this is one of my best fighters!? if not the best one!
...i bet ive returned you a lot more than my father's debt, let me go
tha man: oh, i understand you but i cant do that! *he said sarcasticly*
...*i have a bad feeling about this..*
the man: but! dont you worry, because your journey is over!
... what do you mean?
*suddenly, some other middle aged man opened the door and entered the room*
*i recognised the man that entered the room, i pulled his right eye ball out, and cutted his right arm out with his own sword the other fight*
the higher up man: meet my friend here, you see, you are not making me as much money as before, because all the gamblers now putting their money on your winning im not only earning much less now, but also catch losses because of you, and this man right here! *the higher up man signs to the middle aged fighter, and lightens the attention to him* is buying you now!!!
*that fighter is defenately going to kill me right after, i can see that on his face*
!!! *i stand there in shock and anger, while the middle aged fighter is giving the higher up man the money to buy me, and signs the contract*
*after that i look at the bodyguards, 4 inside the room, all 4 are with guns, and 2 outside the room, that are guarding the door are also with guns, the fighter is also armed with a gun, if i was in at least a good condition i would survive, but now, that im in the worse condition possible, the odds of me to survive are extremely low*
...
*if im going to die now... I WILL TAKE YOU WITH ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!*
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(PS: HOLY SHIT!!!! ive made this for hours! is that how everyone doing? damn, im inspired! by the way, this chapter was pretty long, and i dont think that i will usually do that big of a chapter, depends on your activity and coments, if you have some tips for beginers, dont mind and give me some advice, i will truly appreciate that, because i want to get better, wrute better, so that you guy's could enjoy my work, well, till next time!)