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Deaths Destiny

A boy was born on the day the king died. The king of all worlds. The kind that was supposed to be immortal passed away in his sleep. This boys name is Death. He was the only child born on that day and for that reason people thought he had something to do with the kings death. Death lived a horrible life getting bullied and bullied until one day it was to much. He saw his parents murdered in front of him. Death vowed to take revenge on all these people for what they did to him.

Ant_3755 · Sci-fi
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Deaths Backstory.

I was born in the streets by random streets meds because my family was poor. We used to live in a broken down van constantly moving around the place. I was born on the day the king died so I was named Death. I don't know who this king is but because of him to die that day turned my life into a living hell.

At school I was bullied. At work I was teased and bullied. No one gave a crap what happened to me. They saw me as trash. The trash who supposedly killed there king. Everyone I knew had some sort of power they had backing them up like my only friend Alex could shoot lasers out of his eyes but I was born with no such power which made others hate me even more.

Around the age of 7 my parents drove me out to the beach. It was the first time they had any time besides going to work. On the way to the beach we got attacked attacked by a hooded figure. He had a large scythe with him and I never saw him before. He stopped the van using his bare hands broke open the door where I was sitting. Then he did something weird he looked me in the eyes and said the words "awaken systems". As I saw his eyes I saw he wasn't normal. He had wrappings all over his face and his eyes where red. Then he left. Disappeared into thin air and I never saw him again.

We decided to go home right away after the incident because my parents where sort of over protective of me. Ever since that day I got smarter. I aced all tests at school and I learned how to hack using my phone. Whatever the hooded figure did I was glad. I could actually stand for myself.

Around the age 16 I got my first gun. Alex let me try his pistol in the shooting yard. I hit the bullseye 3 times in a row. Alex was amazed at my shooting skills so he let me keep the gun. I can still hear the words he told me that day. "This gun will suit you better then it suits me". It was the first words of kindness anyone ever said to me.

At the age 22 I saw my parents killed in front of my eyes by random street thugs who wanted to have some fun. I couldn't do anything at that moment so I just hid. I soon later killed them all and decided to leave that stupid planet. That's when I arrived at the spaceship depot and saw you and you know the rest. That's all please let me go.

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

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