Warning: Profanity, Tramatising Content, and Gore

People that have lost someone close to them know how much pain it brings, but now imagine losing everything you care for in front of you while you are a kid. When I was ten me and my family went to visit Paris; we never even got close. I can only clearly remember the blood, and the smell, but the little I do remember goes a little like this.

I run around the chairs that my parents are sitting in with a plane in my hand pretending that it is flying. My parents ask me to come to them I just see blurs in place of their faces and when they talk no words come out. I follow them to the plane, the plane has three seats on each side, I sit down near the window and start playing with my plane again.

I hear screaming and gunshots, my parents tell me to go under the seat and they try to hide everything of mine. When they hide the gunmen rip the curtain that divides Business class from economy class. More gunfire and screams ensue, when they come to our seats my father jumps at them; sadly being a hero does not always work out and he gets shot. My mother is shot too. By now I am crying and I hear more gunshots. I hear gunshots until they stop and I hear two more gunshots.

I wait a little bit until the plane crashes into something and I start crying again. I come out from hiding to see and smell death. Blood is everywhere and I am covered in my mother's blood. I start crying and finally stop after smelling smoke. I see a fire towards the front of the plane and start to walk to the exit. I barely open the door and cry when I see what's below. I see police, paramedics, and firemen rushing towards the plane. I look down at the ground and see that it is almost 12 feet down but to me, it looks like miles down. I look back and see the fire is not stopping and I can feel the heat now. I close my eyes and jump. My legs hurt so much and I start crying again. I start crawling away from the plane.

I keep crawling until a paramedic picks me up and I hear a huge explosion behind me and start crying even harder.

I wake up in a hospital bed with a cast on my leg. I am dazed for a little bit and then I start crying for my parents. People come in and tell me BU**S**T about how my parents are in a better place and that they are in my heart and other crap like that; can't they see I just want them here. I find out that a lawyer whose daughter was in the plane sued the company for billions and everyone that was affected decided to give the money to me.

As soon as I am up for adoption the paramedic that saved me adopted me. I find out his name is Alex and he was in Special Forces before becoming a paramedic. I get along with him, after all, we both know the pain of losing everything. We do almost everything together we cry together, we laugh together. After a few months, he started training me in what he knows best; how to kill.

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This goes on for three years my body is beyond physically fit, my mind sharper than a knife, and my will stronger than steel. When those bastards killed everyone I loved they only made me stronger. It was because of that incident that I did not give up, it was because that I could endure the pain.

I just got out of school and start running towards my house like I always do. I live out in the middle of nowhere in alaska in a cozy cabin stowed away in the forest. I open the door and walk into the kitchen and find the only other person I care for laying face down with a broken coffee mug in his hand.

And for the first time in 3 years I cried, but this time only a single tear was shed. I call the police and report the death. I plan his funeral. I am the only one there, like me he had no one. Why looking at his corpse I think ‘The only people that would want him dead are the ones who know of the secrets he holds; the government’ I think of how to avenge him when a black figure appears in front of me. I am shocked and punch it in the gut. The figure seems surprised and drops his scythe I grab it before it hits the ground and slash it towards him. The figure bursts into black dust that flows into me.

I feel unimagine pain and blackout. When I awake I feel stronger, faster and smarter. I shakily get off the ground and notice that my clothes are gone and in place of them is an outfit that would fit on a weeb. I think ‘God damn I look Chūnibyō as hell’ I look at my fingers and think ‘When did I get this pale and my hair is longer and darker than black. I think ‘Am I hei’ I look like Hei from darker than black.[think of hei but like 13 and with emotions] I try to take off my ridiculous clothes but for some reason, I can't. I wish that my clothes would just look normal and the clothes start to morph into canvas shoes, skinny jeans, and a tight T-shirt all black of course.

I can't stay at my house since the cops are still there doing their stuff so I walk around and remember that there is no hotel in this town and I don't know anyone so I can't stay. I walk to a place Alex showed me about 1 and a half years ago. I kick out a hole in the bark of a fallen tree and grab the duffel bag inside. I open it up and find two big cases, some ammo, and two smaller cases. I open the two big cases and find an SKS D and a Barrett 50 cal. In the two smaller cases are two Berettas M9s.

I grab the two Berettas and put them in the holsters that appeared in my new clothes. I find out how to change the color of my clothes and the duffel bag weighs nothing to me. I look at the map that I took out from the duffle bag and start walking towards the nearest city.

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During the one year that I have gained this power from that figure, I have learned that it works kinda like electricity except it delivers death. It can flow through things but I can not bring it out more than an inch away from my skin. I can summon the scythe that I stole and can reshape it. I can drain life to heal myself and if I try hard enough I can instakill an area of about 1 inch. I can somewhat see souls.

Now about the present, I have found a hideout for the people that killed Alex. I have already killed everyone here it, but it was a trap. I have fallen into traps before but not to this scale. I look around to see walls of fire going miles into the sky. They have trapped me in a ring of nukes. I look into the sky and see a missile with my name on it and think ‘Overkill much’ But I still do not give up. I take out my Barret and start shooting at it. I hit one of the fins and it starts to spin off course and I think ‘I am so lucky’ and then it starts spinning towards me again and I think ‘F***’ as it hits the ground and I am blinded by the light.