The Act of Using Anyone As My Weapon, This Is The Sinful Crown I Adorn I

"Should I just... end it all now?"

A boy with snow white hair, with rags as his only form of clothes, laid down on the verdant green grass beside a pond.

By the dirt and the paleness of his skin, anyone could guess he was poor and homeless.

And if that was what they assumed they are a hundred percent right.

Elliot had everything taken away from him.

In the past he had a loving family and anything he could have ever asked for, but disaster struck his life in the face after he turned 18.

His father died, trying to provide for his family after losing his job. The next job he chose was a Slayers job.

A job that involves the law of big risk, and big rewards.

Soon after, after seeing the miserable situation of their family, his mother and older brother also took the same job, trying to make ends meet.

But sadly, they also died, leaving Elliot completely without a family.

Elliot was afraid to participate in the job, after experiencing the rapid death rate of his family.

He was scared, and lives inside his damaged house, living out of scraps for a while.

But soon enough, he ran out of that.

And one day, right after he came back from a short walk, contemplating about what do next, his house was completely destroyed- destroyed beyond repair, along with the neighbours and he had a few guesses why.

Besides that, Elliot was broken after that, he lived out of thievery and his wits. He had thought of committing suicide because what did he have left aside his useless pendant?

Nothing, the only reason he strived to survive was because, he knew that was what his family members wanted.

To live. And even after risking their life for him... he still wanted to just end it.

All the pain and suffering... for what?!

He has had enough!

Elliot stood up from the grass, and lazily looked at his reflection of the crystal clear pond.

His silver hair was dirty and unkempt with it reaching his shoulder, along with the two long locks that fell from the right and left side of his face.

His dim golden eyes had long since lost their shine. And all they saw was despair.

His face could be described as a little bit above average with nothing too outstanding.

Elliot felt his emotions spike all of a sudden, he wanted to cry, but no tears came out. All he wanted to do was hug his family, one last time.

To feel their warmth, to share just a few laughs, if not one.

But he was completely alone. His eyes burned with rage. He wanted to get back at the world that took everything from him.

No matter the cost!

"But what can a powerless boy like me even do?" Realization dawned on him, and he smiled bitterly.

Elliot felt his mental state, being a complete mess.

He wanted to rest once more, so he laid back down on the grass and closed his eyes. Hopefully, he could dream about his parents. Because at least, he would get to see them again.

...

Two young boys, looked at Elliot with a grin on their faces.

The bulky looking teenager spoke out first with his eyes flashing with a greedy glint. "Woah, look at that pendant. It looks very expensive!"

"It really does, Peter!" A tall lanky boy grinned. He was John.

Just from looking at the tattoos on their bodies and the piercings riddling their pale white skin, plus the black skull shirts they were wearing, anyone could tell they were nothing but trouble makers.

Peter, the big bulky boy stepped forward and whispered. "Look he is asleep, let's just take it and ran."

"You're right. By the time he wakes up he wouldn't even know that it is gone!" John laughed.

And so, the two delinquents made their way towards the sleeping figure of Elliot, with the aim of stealing.

After arriving a few meters apart from the white haired boy.

John, crouched down and reached for the pendant on Elliot's neck using his tatted arm.

At this moment, Elliot furrowed his brows tightly, making John halt for a moment.

John sighed seeing Elliot still asleep and moved forward with a grin.

Just then, the white haired boy opened his eyes that shone with a sharp light after seeing the two boys.

He knew what they were doing, because he had also done so before. But even though, he knew the pendant wasn't worth much, and he could have sold it, but it had some sentimental value for him.

And seeing someone trying to steal it, invoked the rage hidden in his heart.

But John wasn't idle, he seemed to be a pro at it, since he still went for the pendant and swiftly removing it from Elliot's neck forcefully.

The skin around his neck was red with some blood stains on it.

Elliot gritted his teeth from the pain, and his eyes flashed with a vicious light. John could have never imagined what came next.

Just before he was almost out of arm's reach, Elliot jumped at bit down on the pendant.

John's eyes widened in shock, and before he knew it a punch in the gut pushed him back a few steps.

Peter was standing still with shock in his eyes. He just looked at everything with wide eyes, it was only now it occured to him that his accomplice was owned, did he move to help.

"It is two vs One, just give us the damned pendant!" Peter claimed with a serious expression.

Elliot remained silent, it wasn't because of the pendant in his mouth. But his own choice, he didn't want to waste his breath on the two.

Needless to say, Elliot wasn't really muscular. He was somewhat lean, with some abs visible through the rags, but he felt weak as shit.

That was to be the case since he was as hungry as a wolf in winter. Just clenching his jaw on the pendant was extremely tiring.

But he knew he had to continue. With a determined look in his eyes. He was ready.

Peter, dashed toward him with him charging a knee blow to the gut. But Elliot has had his fair share of experience in fights after his life of thievery, he sidestepped and pulled of a crazy move.

He unclenched his jaw letting the pendant drop to the floor, and brought his neck closer to Peter's and bit down savagely and before he knew it blood gushed into his mouth and oozes out of his lips.

"AAAAGH!" Hearing Peter's scream brought was music to Elliot's ears.

Luckily, they were quite a distance away from a human community, so they weren't heard at all.

John was horrified and subconsciously took a step back. Just what was the dude infront of him!?

Elliot let go and pushed Peter to the side, and glared at John.

He had blood smeared across his lips, and he spat down some too.

But he didn't seem to have a changed expression.

The pendant on the floor glowed strangely after being soaked in Peter's blood and seeing this, Elliot picked it up.

Before his eyes, the pendant turned into dust as it entered Elliot's arm and slowly morphed into a tattoo at the back of his palm.

Suddenly, Elliot felt the urge to just stick is arm into Peter's chest.

And as strange as it was, he did it and a grand array of lights sprouted at this moment.

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Rebooted for the new WPC. I wondered since it was a similar no, the same genres type, why not submit it for the WPC. So go ahead and vote, doubt it will do well anyway XD