Post by British Steel on Nov 9, 2019 19:11:08 GMT -5
**CONTENT WARNING - Language and some gore**
"FREAK!"
"CORPSE LOVER!"
"DEVIL WORSHIPPER!"
Damien Curtis had heard them all. Almost every day at school the same insults were hurled at him. At first it had bothered him. But he quickly grew numb to it. He had come to regard his tormentors as insects, far beneath him. They had yet to get physical so their words soon came to mean nothing to him. The torment had started earlier in the year. He had always enjoyed listening to heavy metal. But it was just recently that he had discovered black metal. It spoke to him in ways no other type of music had. He fully embraced it. And not just the music. He had also embraced the look and the lifestyle and everything that went along with it. That had been the catalyst for the bullying.
The black metal band Watain had quickly become Damien's favorite. Their music, their look, even their spiritual beliefs...he loved all of it. And embraced it all. He was thrilled when he found out they were coming to play a one night only show in Paragon City. His sister gladly bought him a ticket. It gave her a night free of him to spend with her girlfriend.
Damien got to the club early. Normally, since he was only 15 he wouldn't have been allowed in. But he had a ticket and the band had already said they would welcome any fans regardless of their age. He had gotten there early and was able to get a spot right in front of the stage. He didn't show it, but he was happier than he had ever been. This was a once in a lifetime experience and he was glad he was there for it. He cut loose and enjoyed the music when the show started. He knew all of the songs. At the beginning of one song the vocalist, Erik Danielsson, stepped toward the edge of the stage holding what appeared to be a large animal skull. The singer looked over the crowd. He met Damien's eyes and smirked. He raised the skull above his head then swung it out over the crowd. Pig's blood splashed the crowd. Some splattered Damien's face and clothes. But he didn't care. This was the closest he had ever come to a religious experience in his life.
"There's the little freak," a familiar voice said as Damien stepped outside after the concert. He sighed slightly and turned, determined not to allow his tormentors to ruin what had been the best night of his life. Concern flooded him when he saw them standing there holding baseball bats.
"Get him," one of them shouted. As one they surged toward Damien.
"Fuck," Damien said. He turned and ran. He thought maybe he could take one or two of them but certainly not all of them. He turned blindly and ran into an alley. When he collided with a wall at the end of the alley he swore again. He was cornered and he knew it.
"I can help you," a ghostly sounding voice said.
Damien looked around for a moment. Then he saw it....the dark shadowy form hovering near by.
"Shit," he spat. "What the fuck are you?"
"I am your savior. I can give you the power you need to protect yourself....and others....from tormentors."
"But WHAT are you," Damien repeated.
"I am a Kheldian. A Warshade specifically. If you consent to the bond, I will become one with you and you will never be tortured again."
Damien looked up and saw the bullies enter the alley. If he didn't do something, he knew he would probably not survive the night. He looked back up at the Kheldian.
"Yes," Damien said. "I will bond with you."
No sooner had he said the words than the shadowy thing rushed toward him. He felt it enter him, become one with him. In that moment knowledge and memories flooded his mind. And power surged through his body. In his mind's eye he saw a large, monstrous creature...he thought it looked kind of like an anthropomorphic lobster. A strange feeling surged through his body.
The bullies skidded to a halt. Their eyes widened in terror as the large, almost demonic thing stood in front of them where Damien had been. It looked at them and appeared to draw breath. The roar it unleashed echoed through the alley. The front of one of the bully's jean grew dark and wet. They all dropped their bats, turned, and fled.
"That is but one of the forms you can assume," the Warshade's voice said in his mind. "You will learn others."
"Tonight," Damien said to himself. "I am reborn."
-End-
"FREAK!"
"CORPSE LOVER!"
"DEVIL WORSHIPPER!"
Damien Curtis had heard them all. Almost every day at school the same insults were hurled at him. At first it had bothered him. But he quickly grew numb to it. He had come to regard his tormentors as insects, far beneath him. They had yet to get physical so their words soon came to mean nothing to him. The torment had started earlier in the year. He had always enjoyed listening to heavy metal. But it was just recently that he had discovered black metal. It spoke to him in ways no other type of music had. He fully embraced it. And not just the music. He had also embraced the look and the lifestyle and everything that went along with it. That had been the catalyst for the bullying.
The black metal band Watain had quickly become Damien's favorite. Their music, their look, even their spiritual beliefs...he loved all of it. And embraced it all. He was thrilled when he found out they were coming to play a one night only show in Paragon City. His sister gladly bought him a ticket. It gave her a night free of him to spend with her girlfriend.
Damien got to the club early. Normally, since he was only 15 he wouldn't have been allowed in. But he had a ticket and the band had already said they would welcome any fans regardless of their age. He had gotten there early and was able to get a spot right in front of the stage. He didn't show it, but he was happier than he had ever been. This was a once in a lifetime experience and he was glad he was there for it. He cut loose and enjoyed the music when the show started. He knew all of the songs. At the beginning of one song the vocalist, Erik Danielsson, stepped toward the edge of the stage holding what appeared to be a large animal skull. The singer looked over the crowd. He met Damien's eyes and smirked. He raised the skull above his head then swung it out over the crowd. Pig's blood splashed the crowd. Some splattered Damien's face and clothes. But he didn't care. This was the closest he had ever come to a religious experience in his life.
"There's the little freak," a familiar voice said as Damien stepped outside after the concert. He sighed slightly and turned, determined not to allow his tormentors to ruin what had been the best night of his life. Concern flooded him when he saw them standing there holding baseball bats.
"Get him," one of them shouted. As one they surged toward Damien.
"Fuck," Damien said. He turned and ran. He thought maybe he could take one or two of them but certainly not all of them. He turned blindly and ran into an alley. When he collided with a wall at the end of the alley he swore again. He was cornered and he knew it.
"I can help you," a ghostly sounding voice said.
Damien looked around for a moment. Then he saw it....the dark shadowy form hovering near by.
"Shit," he spat. "What the fuck are you?"
"I am your savior. I can give you the power you need to protect yourself....and others....from tormentors."
"But WHAT are you," Damien repeated.
"I am a Kheldian. A Warshade specifically. If you consent to the bond, I will become one with you and you will never be tortured again."
Damien looked up and saw the bullies enter the alley. If he didn't do something, he knew he would probably not survive the night. He looked back up at the Kheldian.
"Yes," Damien said. "I will bond with you."
No sooner had he said the words than the shadowy thing rushed toward him. He felt it enter him, become one with him. In that moment knowledge and memories flooded his mind. And power surged through his body. In his mind's eye he saw a large, monstrous creature...he thought it looked kind of like an anthropomorphic lobster. A strange feeling surged through his body.
The bullies skidded to a halt. Their eyes widened in terror as the large, almost demonic thing stood in front of them where Damien had been. It looked at them and appeared to draw breath. The roar it unleashed echoed through the alley. The front of one of the bully's jean grew dark and wet. They all dropped their bats, turned, and fled.
"That is but one of the forms you can assume," the Warshade's voice said in his mind. "You will learn others."
"Tonight," Damien said to himself. "I am reborn."
-End-