Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2008 22:42:57 -0600
From: tyler walmsley <darkthread.shadowweb@gmail.com>
Subject: Darren 1: life is hell

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will be an assassin contract put on you.

Warning: this work contains male/male relations and language that may not
be appropriate for underage readers. If material such as this offends you,
or if you are underage, please do not read it.

All characters are original.

By Darkthread

P.S. Inspiration for this work comes almost entirely from Dream Janus' the
Breed series. You are awesome Dream!

Darren had always been a little odd. He himself thought there was always
something wrong with him. Everybody, even his parents, were always quite
cruel towards him, and he could never figure out why, so he always thought
he had done something wrong. Ok, before I continue, allow me to give you a
"brief" description of Darren.

Darren Atrium; 5 foot 9 inches tall, slim build, and no muscle. 120 pounds
at age 17, and his skin was skeletal white, with almost no flesh. To tell
you the truth, he looked a little like a walking skeleton. He also had 2
truly defining features. First, on his neck, both sides, he had a
tattoo-like birthmark. Sorta like a little black hole, with 6 spiral
outcroppings on each side. The second feature that made him unique were his
eyes. They were almost midnight black, with this very subtle hint of
blue. He was had short hair, but it too was almost midnight black, same
hint of blue as his eyes. Type 0- blood (very rare) and was very anemic.

People rarely, if ever made eye contact with Darren, and this made him feel
inferior. In fact, just about everything people did to Darren made him feel
inferior. Schoolmates were always making fun of him, and he was bullied a
lot. His grades were in the high 80's, but that didn't really seem to
matter, and he was constantly called "the empty skull" this didn't get
helped at home, because his mother abused him and his father was never
home. Darren didn't even have any other relatives to go and stay with,
because both of his parent's parents had already died, and they each only
had the single child.

What made Darren even more nervous and what fed his inferiority complex
even more was the fact that he was gay, and that he had never met anyone
that was, and had never even come out to his parents. But they had figured
it out, and had started calling him a "useless faggot" at every
opportunity. All in all, Darren's life was a living hell. That is, until
the day our tale really begins.

Darren's last day at school for grade 11 had been hell. He had simply
needed to go to school and get his report card, and then go home, but, as
it would seem, some schoolmates had different ideas. Just before Darren got
out the door and to the freedom of the run home, to another kind of hell, 3
of the largest grade 12's in the school blocked the door and cornered him.

Nick, their leader, was 6"7" tall, about 240 pounds, and pure muscle. He
looked like he could beat some pro wrestlers, and he wouldn't be afraid to
try. Arrogant as hell jock, that is a good description. His 2 followers,
Andrew and Mike, were grade 11's trying to live up to Nick's image, both
the body and the arrogant as F^@& jock.



"Hey boys, look what we've got here, a little nerd trying to skip paying
us!" Nick said with a bit of a sneer.

"I don't owe you a penny, and if you please, I need to get through the door
behind you." Darren replied, in little more than a whisper.

"Ooh, you wanna be snide, do ya? Well, we might have to teach you a little
lesson ourselves!" as Nick started cracking his knuckles.

"Wow, you used snide in the correct context..." slipped out of Darren's
mouth, and then immediately began regretting it. Nick began rushing at him,
fists drawn and face menacing. Darren, in a moment of panic, raised his
hand and started pleading for mercy, with Nick, or with some unknown
almighty power of fate, he wasn't sure. Then, through sobs, looked up to
see Nick standing over him with a huge grin on his face, and a fist raised
and ready to strike. Darren then felt an odd rush, and yelled, as loud as
he could...

"STOP!" and pushed Nick back with one of his hands. The contact was odd
though, and Darren couldn't figure out why. Then he saw the blood. Pouring
out of nicks chest, from what looked like a stab wound

"But I don't own a knife! How did that happen?" he thought to himself.

"Don't dwell on it." came a response, which chilled him to the bone. Those
were not his thoughts, but they weren't verbalized, so how...

"WHATS GOING ON HERE?!?" He heard from the other end of the hallway, as he
saw Coach Reniston heading towards the scene. Coach Reniston, the head
coach, was almost 7 feet tall and was a professional bodybuilder, he could
probably lift 600 lbs, and was simply massive. He was also the single most
terrifying person that Darren knew. After seeing the coach, Darren bolted,
and Andrew and Mike didn't stop him, they were in a state of shock at what
just happened.

"See? A human with that much power, at such a young age? It can't be
possible, can it?"

"I don't believe so, and thus, this requires a little bit of deeper
delving, wouldn't you say?



Ooh, I know you all hate cliffhangers, but this is so much fun!

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