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| Post #1 Nov 27 2009, 01:43 AM | Crimson Knight |
For those of you that haven't been around very long, this is the story of a character I made a really long while back. He was originally just a character in an RP, but I liked writing him so much I decided to tell the story of how he came to be. It's still a work in progress, so I'll be updating it from time to time. Please feel free to comment on the story, since I'm always looking for ways to improve it. ![]() === "Honey. Hurry or you'll be late for your first day of school." The cheery call fluttered up the staircase to reach the ears of a small, five year old boy. He looked into the bathroom mirror, trying to calm his nerves. His own, emerald green eyes stared back at him, only serving to unsettle him more. He had hardly slept from the anticipation, and it showed horribly. His hair was atrociously messy, and dark circles resided under his eyes. The boy ran his fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to quell its rebellion then hurried down the stairs to meet his mother. The boy beamed at his mother as he descended the last step. The woman returned the gesture with her own brilliant smile. She was truly a beautiful example of a Kunari woman. Her black hair hung all the way down to her waist, and shined from the countless moments spent keeping it perfectly manicured. She led her son quickly to the family car, hoping that she could make it to the school fast enough to keep her son from being late. The two arrived right on time, and the two happily waved goodbye to each other as the mother pulled away. The new student began his journey into the school, hoping his disheveled appearance would go unnoticed... But children are truly viscous creatures, and it was not long before a girl his age who was headed the same way saw the opportunity to poke fun at the new kid. "HEY! YOU!" she called after him. The young Kunari stopped and turned to face the girl as she ran up to him. At this point, a small crowd of children had gathered to see the commotion. "Oh, jeez. Look at you." she said, disgust painted across her face, "You're even worse close up. Are you some kind of zombie or something?" The girl recoiled in mock fear. "Please don't eat my brains!" The crowd of children burst into laughter at the boy's expense. The boy's worst fears had been realized in a single instant. Slowly, moisture began to build in his eyes. He tried to stop it. Tried as hard as he could. But there was no helping it. Soon, great streams were pouring from his eyes. "Aw, you gonna cry now?" The girl continued. "You're just a big cry baby aren't you? Why don't you run home to your mommy?" Once again the crowd erupted with hysterical laughter, only adding to the boy's torment. His saving grace was the school bell, which alerted the students that class would begin soon. The crowd dispersed, and the boy was left alone with his tears. Somehow, the boy worked up the courage to get to class, but the rest of the day, his mind was far away from the happenings in the school. All through class, he simply stared blankly at the wall, deep in thought. It was times like this that the child sought comfort inside his mind, where the proddings of the other students could never reach him. The boy sat under the familiar, giant oak tree that marked the center of his special place. Bird songs traveled on a warm, gentle breeze that spread the sweet scent of flowers into the boy's nose. It was then that the boy noticed the door. Had it always been there? It was a rather strange place for a door. It would be very strange not to notice such a thing previously. The large, ugly door stuck straight out of the ground, no wall attached to it. The boy peered curiously at the door, especially the strange, barred window that sat in the middle of it. As the boy stared, two blood red eyes became visible beyond the window. Let me out. The voice seemed to permeate every inch of the area, and even the birds went silent as it spoke, but somehow it sounded just as familiar as the rest of this place. "W-what?" The boy timidly replied. Let me out, and you will never feel sadness again. The boy rubbed the ground with his foot as he thought hard about the voice's proposal. He liked the idea of never being sad again, but he got a bad feeling from the voice. Something... wasn't right about it. "I-I don't think I should..." Fool. You know things will only get worse from here. Why not let me deal with it? "You're wrong," the boy replied sheepishly, "Today was... just a bad day. I'm sure everything will be better tomorrow." The voice laughed as if it was amused. Alright then, but it will only be a matter of time before you give in. "Ovesi... Ovesi... OVESI!" The sound of his own name being shouted shook the boy from his inner sanctuary. He was surprised to see that he had gone through the whole school day without noticing it, and now sat beside his mother once more. "So how was your first day of school?" His mother cheerily asked. "It was fine..." came the meek reply. "Well that's wonderful, honey. I'm glad you had a good day." The mother beamed at her son and he managed to give a meek smile. He was still trying to convince himself that things would be better the next day. ------------------------------------------- But things didn't get better. A whole year passed, each day filled with the various torments of the same girl that had plagued him the first day. It was a simple childish thing. Something that probably wouldn't have affected Ovesi so much if it weren't for that darkness residing deep inside him. In the end, it was that darkness that was causing problems. As the year went by, he began hearing the voice more and more. It became ever more forceful in its offers of eternal happiness. He even began seeing things at times. A flash of those horrible eyes, peering at him from some dark corner. But then they would be gone again, and laughter would fill his head. Slowly but surely, the environment inside Ovesi's inner sanctuary began to change. The once clear blue sky was now grey with clouds. Song birds could no longer be heard, and the grass had all but withered completely. Most frighteningly to Ovesi, the leaves of the oak tree had begun to fall. Nearly all of them had withered into crunchy brown masses and fallen to the ground. The fateful evening when the last leaf fell would be the last evening the young Ovesi would see. It was in his sleep, the only time he could not escape the confines of his own mind, that he met with his face. The voice was laughing particularly hard at the boy this night. You really thought it would get better didn't you? Come on. Let me out and I can fix everything for you. The boy, his mind worn from a year of the voice's incessant torment, said not a word. His eyes stared at the ground as he slowly approached the massive door. As usual, the eyes watched over him as he approached. They watched as his hand slowly rose to touch the knob of the door. They watched, as the boy's had rotated ever so slowly... As soon as the latch clicked, the door opened with a horrible creak. Complete, empty blackness was all that was visible beyond the door. The boy squinted in an effort to see the man behind the voice that had tormented him for so long. A dull squish resonated throughout the sanctuary as an arm erupted from the darkness, piercing the young Ovesi through the chest. The boy's eyes widened in shock as the person connected to the arm slowly emerged from the darkness. It was... him. Completely identical except for those malicious red eyes. Blood spurted from the gaping hole in the boy's chest as the other Ovesi removed his hand from it. "That's what you get for keeping me cooped up in there so long," he taunted as the boy breathed his last few breaths. ---------------------------------- Ovesi's blood red eyes shot open for the first time. The boy sat up in his bed, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He made a quick trip to the kitchen, and slid a large kitchen knife out of its holder on the counter top. The mother, who had heard the boy wake up, entered the kitchen to see what was going on. "What's the matter honey? Can't sleep?" "Something like that..." He muttered as a wicked smile crossed his face. ------------------------------------- The police arrived on the scene about an hour later due to a report of screams coming from the house. When they arrived, what they saw horrified them beyond belief. To say Mr. and Mrs. Eng'kal had been killed would be an understatement. What was left of the husband and wife had to be carried out in multiple body bags, and the gore that covered the inside of the house made it nigh impossible to enter without getting blood on yourself. The most disturbing thing about the crime scene was the tiny set of bloody footprints that led away from the house. The footprints led all the way to the shuttle station, and eventually to a cargo bay loading area. Of course, by the time the police had followed the trail, the ship was long gone, taking its deadly cargo off to a faraway world. In the end, the police investigation turned up completely blank. They had a very good idea who had committed the murders, of course, but so many ships went in and out of the port that it was nearly impossible to know which one the boy had been on. The case file of Ovesi Eng'kal was stored neatly in a cold case filing cabinet, not to see the light of day for several more years. ===== Rain hammered the ground, and lightning lit the sky as a storm raged over the human city of Rengil. Alone, cold, and wet, Ovesi Eng'kal huddled under a box in an alleyway to shield himself from the unmerciful weather. How many years had it been since he had come to this God forsaken planet? He estimated the number around ten, but had really not kept track. His jet black hair now reached all the way down to his mid back. The killer had not bothered to cut it himself, and obviously he was not going to go in for a haircut. He hated this miserable place. The nigh incessant rain kept most of the city's inhabitants inside during the day, let alone at night when it was safe for him to roam free. But still, Ovesi had managed to find himself several victims over the years. The local homeless quickly learned to stay away from him. The evil Kunari knew that police hardly cared about homeless bodies showing up every now again. Of course, there was a time or two when he had gotten carried away and left a rather large pile of them for someone to find the next day. Ovesi's favorites were not the homeless people, however. Those people had little to live for, and rarely displayed the fear or agony that the madman desired. He hungered for the life of someone who had everything to live for. Someone who would scream for their life as he wrenched it away from them. Just as the teen was pondering this very thought, he heard the light tap of footsteps over the pounding rain. Ovesi grinned wickedly as he realized that noise could only belong to a certain kind of shoe- high heals. The killer quickly searched around his makeshift home for his current weapon of choice, a jagged piece of metal that tore through flesh more than it cut. He gripped his weapon and slowly made his way through the shadows. Upon approaching his victim, Ovesi was elated to find that his suspicions had been correct. The foolish person walking alone at this hour was, indeed, a woman. Like a phantom, the murderer silently approached his victim from behind, stopping right behind the woman. He said not a word, but she could feel his hot breath beating on the back of her neck. The frightened girl gasped and spun to face Ovesi. "My my, you're out late. Don't you know there are bad people out at this hour?" he taunted as his fiendish smile made its way across his face. The woman's eyes widened in horror as the the rusty piece of metal in Ovesi's hand became visible. All at once, she realized what was about to happen, and began to let out a shrill cry. But that cry was cut short by the metal tearing its way through her abdomen. The woman clutched at her belly in a vain attempt to prevent her innards from cascading from the open wound, but to no avail. All manner of gore spilled onto the street like a river of blood and guts. Ovesi giggled to himself as the terrified girl grabbed at her exposed organs, as if there was some way she could possible live if she only got them back inside of her. But her vain hope was soon shattered by the dull squish of Ovesi's boot as it slammed down into the pile of flesh. In her last moment's, she simply stared, hopeless, at the blob of mush that had previously been her insides. The death was bitter sweet for Ovesi. He felt enjoyment like he had not had in years at the sight of the girl's final moments. How all hope was stripped from her as she realized she was dying. But, in this cursed rain, he could never watch her bleed. Every drop of blood was washed away, almost immediately. Fleeing from his sight down the nearby drain. The killer was about to brood a while longer of his predicament, when the faint sound of sirens reached his ears. "Shit." he whispered at the sound, knowing all too well that they were coming for him. No doubt someone had heard the woman's scream and called for help. Ovesi fled the scene, trying to escape before the police arrived. But he would not be so lucky today. As he was running, several squad cars pulled up to the scene. The officer's immediately took notice of the Kunari, and began to pursue him. Ovesi's thoughts immediately shot to that day he had escaped his homeworld. How similar this was to then. As he ran, he hardly realized that his instincts were guiding him to the space port, just as they had so many years ago. Today, however, the police were ready. The murderer only made it a few blocks before being completely surrounded by police officers, all with their guns strained on his dark heart. Realizing his defeat Ovesi dropped his weapon and succumbed to his captors. ------------------------------ Ovesi sat quietly in the chair, plotting the best way to escape he confines of the police station. They had initially thrown him in a cell with the regular criminals. Drunks, vandals, and the like, but after he was caught trying to strangle his cell mate they quickly realized he belonged in a special kind of confinement. The cell they had given Ovesi was the epitome of uncomfortable. Not only was the room small, but the young Kunari had been handcuffed to a pipe to prevent him from moving around. A single guard was posted at the entrance to the cell, more to keep people out of the room than to keep Ovesi in. "Hey, guard." The killer called. "Shut up. No one told you to talk." Came the expected response. "Aw come on. I've really got to go to the bathroom. You don't want me to shit all over the floor do you? Who do you think they'll make clean it up?" Ovesi snickered loud enough for the guard to hear, and the man came grumbling into the room, handcuff keys in hand. The guard inserted the key into the lock, and turned. As the handcuffs clicked from the latch being opened, the twisted smile once again crept across Ovesi's face... === A successful escape plan requires proper planning and excessive subtlety. Unfortunately for Ovesi, his plan was seriously lacking in both these departments. For, as he used the curved handcuff to tear out the guard's windpipe, he failed to notice the security camera mounted in the corner of the room. Not only this, but he also proceeded to stand over the dead body of his victim for several minutes, basking in the gory scene he had created. Meanwhile, a team of police had assembled outside the door, and had already prepared to capture the killer. The door crashed in, and the team rushed Ovesi before he even had a chance to do anything. They threw him roughly to the ground, and the last thing he felt was the familiar pain of a syringe being thrust into his neck. Once again, his body grew heavy with the numbness of sedation as he slowly drifted into unconsciousness. ------------------------------- Dr. Heinrich Murenberg casually strode down the hallways of the asylum, glancing over the clip board he had been given just moments before. Apparently, the new arrival was a very intriguing case, and required his direct attention. The doctor hated these kinds of calls, but he knew they were a necessity for diagnosing some of the more peculiar cases, especially with the criminally insane. Dr. Murenberg was no simple psychiatrist. He had also been gifted with telepathy. This ability allowed him to briefly link with the minds of his patients, allowing him to better understand their disorder. Of course, the minds of the insane are often broken and unstable, which made the job very dangerous. However, in all his thirty years working at the asylum, he had never had a single incident. Had it really been thirty years already? The doctor ran his fingers through his graying hair, a sensation not unlike running a hand through spider webs. It was true, he really was getting old. Murenberg was not particularly worried when he read the word "murderer" at the bottom of the clip board. He had dealt with several murderers in his long career, and, in the end, they were really no different from any other patient. However, as soon as Dr. Murenberg opened the door to the evaluation room, he could tell this patient was special. Even without concentrating, the young Kunari's dark thoughts echoed through his mind. This turned out to be in the psychiatrist's favor, as the boy's thoughts were immediately directed toward him. The killing intent of the child, Ovesi, was unlike any other he had felt before. Without a moment's hesitation, the Kunari sprang out of his chair, dashing toward Dr. Murenberg. The bloodthirsty child never expected to hit a brick wall of telepathic energy powerful enough to slam him backward into the wall. "Now then, if you've got that out of your system, I'd like to begin. Please, have a seat." Heinrich frowned and motioned toward a table with two chairs opposite each other. Ovesi, realizing he had little choice in the matter, reluctantly sat himself at the table. "Alright, let's see what's going on in that head of yours," the doctor said in that calm, monotone voice that doctors always use when speaking to patients. Dr. Murenberg clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, focusing on making a connection between his mind and Ovesi's. --------------------------------------- When the doctor's eyes reopened, he was no longer in the familiar evaluation room. He stood, not on ceramic tile floor, but on gray, dead grass. A cool wind blew as the psychiatrist looked around, carefully examining the landscape. A large hill dominated the area, a large oak tree perched upon its peak. The tree's leafless branches curled about randomly, like snakes suspended mid-air. However, what intrigued the doctor the most, was a large open door, seeming to be mindlessly placed in a world with no walls. Directly in front of the door, the skeleton of a small child rested eerily in the grass. "Now that's odd..." Heinrich thought out loud upon noticing the pile of bones. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by the malicious laughter of Ovesi Eng'kal. "My my, look what we have here," the Kunari taunted, "You can't hit me with your psychic abilities in here, you know. I could kill you right now." His voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It unsettled Dr, Murenberg that the patient had such control over their own mind, but was still confident in his own abilities. "Don't be silly," he replied, "All I have to do is sever the link between us and I'll be gone from this place. No come out where I can see you. I can't evaluate you if I can only hear your voice." The murderer chuckled before answering, "You think you're good, eh? You think you can just come in here and escape unscathed?" Dr. Murenberg's heart sank as the next words from Ovesi's mouth came from directly behind him, "You don't know what you're dealing with." A fraction of a second later, the Kunari's are burst violently from the doctor's chest. Just as he had all those years ago, he left his victim with a gaping hole in their chest cavity. Before Heinrich could even fall to the ground, he already began to phase out of the killer's mind in a desperate attempt to prevent his own death. But the damage had already been done. ------------------------------------ Ovesi's eyes snapped open to the thrashing body of Dr. Murenberg. The psychiatrist had fallen out of his chair, and was now convulsing on the floor as his brain fired off random signals. The body can not live without the mind, and Ovesi had literally mortally wounded the man's mind. Slowly but surely, the thrashing became twitching, and the twitching became the cold stillness of death. All the while, the young Kunari laughed hysterically at the spectacle. With nothing left to stop him, Ovesi turned to face the door to the room. Hoping the doctor was really as arrogant as he expected, the boy wrapped his palm tightly around the knob and twisted. A grin painted itself across his face as a light click echoed through the chamber. It was unlocked. |
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| Post #2 Nov 27 2009, 01:44 AM | Crimson Knight |
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The perfect white halls of the asylum were stained red. The hot liquid dripped from the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. A deathly silence had fallen, but one sound was barely audible. It was laughter, but to call it that was totally inaccurate. A childish giggle was permeating that cold silence. At the end of a trail of carnage, Ovesi sat, an orderly whimpering at his feet. He was toying with the young man, digging a scalpel into the wounds he had made. But soon a puzzled look crossed the murderer's face. The orderly was still struggling to move, even though he was so close to death. And with that last bit of life, the orderly managed to press a button on the wall. In fact, there were similar buttons all along the wall, but Ovesi hadn't even noticed them. After all, they blended in so well with the new paint job he had given the asylum. Unfortunately for Ovesi, this particular asylum was specifically built to house especially dangerous patients. It also had the proper failsafes for such residents. Ovesi was sprinting through the hallways as fast as his young legs would take him. Fifteen minutes. That's how long the alarm was saying he had. Fifteen minutes until this entire place would be nothing more than a burning pile of rubble. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. There were so many people still inside for him to play with. Why did people always have to ruin his fun? The murderer twisted through the halls following various signs toward the exit. He was surprised to not see anyone else running the same direction. In fact, this whole section of the asylum was completely empty. In fact, all the doors he came across were already unlocked. Ovesi smirked at his fortune. It was like someone had already opened the path for him. When the young murderer finally made it out of the asylum, even he was surprised to find a small ship, the engine still running hot. It was completely unmarked, a mercenary ship. "A mercenary? Here?" Even as Ovesi wondered aloud about this strange turn of events, the building behind him exploded in a massive fireball. Bits of concrete rained down upon the escaped psychopath, and he turned to see the mayhem he had caused. Surprisingly, someone else was looking back at him. A Dark Elf, or at least what was left of one, was gasping for breath amongst the rubble. Judging from his outfit, he was the mercenary who owned the ship. A delighted grin stretched across Ovesi's face as he realized how lucky he had gotten. He laughed uncontrollably at the unfortunate mercenary who now begged for mercy at his feet. He looked right into the one eye that remained in the elf's head, turned, and walked up the ramp into the mercenary's ship. The Kunari had no flight experience, of course, but that didn't matter. A series of destinations had already been programmed into the ship's navigation system, most likely the locations of the mercenary's other targets. All Ovesi had to do was press a single button in the cock pit and the ship hummed to life. He looked out the window, laughing as the burning wreckage of the asylum quickly shank out of sight. |
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| Post #3 Dec 7 2009, 05:44 PM | Sgt. Tacoz |
| How did I miss this getting posted? >.> |
I happen to know for a fact that Unicorns puke rainbows.
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| Post #4 Dec 7 2009, 06:31 PM | Grunt_of_War |
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Because of your capstone. ;P Anyways, I can't wait to see the next installment, Crim. Ovesi is a classic character, and thus demands his origin story be told...! Edited by Grunt_of_War, Dec 7 2009, 06:33 PM.
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