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CHAPTER 1
What Do I Know?
Running is all I could think about. All I have is the cloths on my back and a handle of a sword, not even the sword was on it. I know simple words not even my own name, what chasing me, I don’t know.
Monsters are chasing me; they aren’t the cookie monster, or the ones from under the bed or in the closet. The monsters are dark red, horns, and look like a devils creation. As I’m running the sword handle falls out of my jacket pocket and a scythe pops out. It’s a sword handle but the scythe warped around the handle, it looked like a black pole with a rigid curved blade at the end. Instincts kicked in and I was using the scythe as a weapon, an extension of me. The first one came at me and I swung, boom done 1 more to go, the second one was a little trickier though, it came at me and a blocked, but the demon grabbed my scythe and threw it. I was down a weapon so I rolled dodging the fierce claw. I grabbed the handle and a black metal sword came out instead. A sword and a scythe, how I wondered. I swung and dodged, blocked and made a crushing blow, contact to the left side of the head with the hilt of the sword and I knocked down the demon. That couldn’t be it I thought, they have been chasing me forever. “That was amazing,” a voice said.
I turned around in awe thinking it was just me and the Demons.
“Hi, I’m Axel,” Axel said.
“Did you just see what happened,” I said.
“No I just happen to say amazing a lot,” as she sarcastically said, “What’s your name.”
“Actually I don’t know, I don’t have any memories or remember anything except for the past few days,” he told the girl. Wait one second I don’t even know the person I’m talking to, her name is Axel and that’s all I know then why am I telling her all of this.
“You must have amnesia,” she told him.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Wow that’s a bad case, it’s when you can’t remember anything when you get hit in the head is how it normally happens, although people normally remember their names and a little bit more like what amnesia is. To me it seems like someone took them from you.
“Well could you fill me in on what’s going in this world,” Axel told the boy.
“Well the boy with black hair and red eyes wants me, Axel, to fill you in. Alright I will start from the beginning, the Grim Reaper lord of Death took over as ruler of these lands and he is immortal. Somehow he had two sons and a daughter, his prized daughter died at Grims side during the takeover by the undead. The two sons who both had red eyes of the beast still lived but one went missing, Vincent that’s who you are, I knew you looked familiar,” as Axel was explaining to herself and to the boy, who was drooling he looked up.
“What your done now it felt like forever,” the boy said to Axel. Then Axel pulled up her bow took out an arrow from her quiver and pulled back shooting a arrow right pass the boys head, taking hair with the arrow straight into the demons eye. “Why shoot at me,” the boy said.
“Well, your Vincent son of Grim, I thought you were going to transform.” Vincent looked back at the arrow in the eye that killed the demon.
“Damn,” he said, “Nice Shot.”
Then as Vincent looked back a cold shiver went up his spine, he turned pale, his eyes went dark and looked like he was starring into headlights of a car. Vincent dropped to the ground and didn’t get up. He didn’t have a pulse, although he wouldn’t have one if he was son of Death. He was stone cold dead.
Axel rushed to him thinking nothing hurt him I didn’t even hit him with an arrow. Vincent was dead in Axel’s arm’s not even having known her for over an hour.
Chapter 2
Face to Face with Death
All was black; the outline of his black robe is around me. A large fire lit up the site. It was just a dark ring of fire and it was black beyond the light of the fire. Grim was sitting on his throne, you can’t see his face, what my father would look like, if he is my father, but he had his scythe on his lap.
“Who took away my memories?” Vincent asked Grim. I knew that asking that question is a bad move on my part. I started to regain memories and thoughts, the scythe is called the Lunar Scythe. That scythe is the strongest weapon of any crafted out of a rock found deep within the moon, no one can get to it without dying, except Grim isn’t mortal.
In a spine tingling voice that by itself made me want to curl up into a feudal position Grim said,” You want to know but you really don’t, that girl is right though I am you father and she is right I am king, you are my son and you will be chained for escaping.”
“I don’t know anything who took away my memories, how could I even escape here.”
“You speak of disobedience, that will get you killed boy, for know I won’t kill you because that would be too easy but the most torturous thing I can think of is letting you live in the world above but someone else would also like to speak to you.” Grim took a swing with his scythe, I took out mine to defend. He broke my blade of my scythe. Well this looks like this will be a lot of rolling and dodging. A gun shot went off my vision went blurry and I just literally died twice in one day.
I woke up in a dark room, all black again,” I’m starting to not like this color,” I said to myself. A boy who looked about 16, having the same red eyes, he had silver hair, and a black trench coat with black boots walks into the black room through a blood red door with a fire look outside the door. “Hello,” the boy said in an almost depressing voice. “Are you ready?” He asked.
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- Title: THE GENESIS CYCLE BOOK 1
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I know there are a few grammar issues - Date: 05/14/2012
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- Crimson Walker - 05/22/2012
- I like your story>.< it has a great story line.mm...I can't see any link like you mention 0.o
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