"Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. - Mark Twain
Vertigo City, 2007, Reap's House...
The night air was cold against the back of the woman's neck as she opened the door of her car. Her name was Laura Reap.
Age 33, a lawyer with poor pay and a single mom of two kids. Lucas, who was twelve and little Ellie, who was 5.
She slammed the door of her rusty old car, having just been to the all nighter for some chocolate milk... Ellie's favorite. She walked up the crooked pavement to her home. A small, run down dump that hadn't had any love for years. As she reached the door she noticed something very alarming... the door was open just a little bit. Alarm ran through her body, and her eyes widened as she rushed inside. "Lucas! Ellie!!" She shouted, dropping the plastic bags and running up the stairs. She ran into Lucas' room and saw him fast asleep. She relaxed a little and huffed a sigh of relief. She made her way back downstairs to make herself a cup of coffee. As she drank she realised she hadn't checked Ellie... She dropped the cup, letting it smash on the floor and ran upstairs. As she came towards Lucas' room, she heard the Ellie's door close. "E-Ellie?" She breathed deeply, her mind racing. The footsteps became louder. "N-no! NOT YOU!" The sound of his mothers shouts awoke Lucas from his slumber. He got up, rubbed his eyes and peered through the gap in his door. Horror struck his face. . "Mom? Mom?" He opened the door and saw his mother on the ground, and a dark shape running down the stairs.
He bent down, tears starting to fill his eyes. "Mom?!" Laura looked at him, pain and horror written all over her face. "I-I'll call the doctor, mommy!" She smiled at him. "They w-won't be able t-to help.." She coughed. "L-Lucas... be st-strong..." She grabbed his hand. Lucas started to sob. "No mommy... don't leave us!!" He fell down gently upon her. She stroked his hair. "B-b-be strong..." Her body became limp and her eyes glassy. "No mommy! No!"
He ran downstairs, grabbed the old beaten up telephone and failed 911...
-last edited on Feb 3, 2018 18:56:36 GMT by TheFlash213
Post by TheFlash213 on Feb 3, 2018 18:55:35 GMT
Chapter I: Physical Freedom
We carry our prisons with us....
Hellblaze Penitentiary, June 2013
What have I got myself into? A man with a black beard and slicked back hair dives away from a punch. His prison onesie's top hanging from his waist revealing his muscled body covered in tattoos. Iwas supposed to get out tomorrow... why does life hate me?
The big bulky man attacking him snorts with laughter. "Come now, niño, don't run!" He brings his hands down in a hammer slam, causing the younger man to slam against the dirty floor. Maybe because I hate life... LucasReapisdoomedtobad luck... The big man kicks Lucas multiple times as the other inmates scream and wail his name. "No American can beat Ramses!!" Lucas wipes the mess rom his lips and gets up as Ramses takes in the praise. As Ramses turns, Lucas swings his right fist into his left temple, causing him to wobble. Taking advantage Lucas strikes ha chest and stomach multiple times... relentlessly...
Lucas throws a punch at the already defeated Ramses, landing it on the side of his head. Ramses rocks forward and backward, until he finally tips, landing on a skinny inmate. The crowd is silent as Lucas spits mess from his mouth, sweat causing his wounds to sting. The guards make their way through the crowd, fury upon their faces. Ohcrud... The guards pull out their batons and start to pummel Lucas. He falls to the ground. The guards grab an arm each and drag him away. The crowd cheers Lucas' name as he is dragged over cutlery and mess. The guards drag him to his cell, number 2187 and throw him in. They shut the door then looked through the bars. "Don't be stupid, Reap. There's still plenty of time until your release." The one in charge smiled maliciously. Lucas looked up at him, he wanted to say some very strong words but knew better.
The next day Lucas stands at the collection point, waiting for his personal items. The woman behind the counter appears with a brown bag. "Ok. One wallet, a set of keys, a trench coat, and a photo." She passed the bag to Lucas. Lucas reached in and grabbed the photo, it was a picture of a young girl with long dark hair. "I'm coming home." He whispered. She smiled at him. "Good luck, Lucas." Lucas looked at her. "I don't know what that is." He strode away towards the exit, and he walks outside, into the bright sunshine.
He looks around, looking for something. He spots it glinting in the sunshine. His Harley Davidson Cobra. He walked over to it and sat on it. A note is attached to the petrol tank.
Welcome back to the real world, baby. - K
He starts up the engine and road away from Hellblaze... He pulls up outside his cruddy apartment building. He parks his bike and walks up to his apartment. The door swings open in an eerie fashion. "Home sweet home." He flicked the light on. What the heck?! His house was trashed, everything that could be broken was broken. He walked to the kitchen and found another note, impaled on the wall with a knife.
Welcome home, buddy! And congrats on getting out! I left you a little homecoming gift because I love you that much! Give my love to Katie! - X.B.
"As if life couldn't get any worse." Suddenly he turns his head as he hears a noise coming from his bedroom. He grabs the knife from the wall and opens the door gently...
A man in a white mask stands next to his bed, holding a black box in his hands. "Who the heck are you?" Lucas demanded. "Just the messsenger." Came the raspy, soul crushing reply. It dropped the box in the floor, whipped its cloak around itself and disappeared in dark black smoke. Lucas waited for it to disperse, then he bent down to pick up the box. Up close he could see it was small and in the shape of a triangle. Anger surged through his body as he threw it against the wall.
Next day
Lucas pulls up outside his favourite café. He peers through the window to see the most beautiful sight he's seen in years. He opens the door, causing the bell to ding and everyone looks in his direction. Faces full of hatred, all except three. "Hey Lucas!" Came the voice of Carlos, the owner of the café "Good to see ya buddy!" He slapped his hand in Lucas' shoulder proudly. "Anything you want in the house!" He smiled a big cheesy smile at Lucas. "A black coffee would be good." Lucas replied, and Carlos went straight away to make it. As he looked around the hate filled room, he sees the faces he's been dying to see without there being a bullet proof window in the way. "LUCAS!" Both women exclaimed at the same time, jumping from their seats and wrapping their arms around him. "Hey Ellie!" He said, kissing the top of his sisters brunette head. Ellie fell back, allowing the love birds to do their thing. "Katie!" He smiled slightly at her. "You got a new hair cut?" Katie smirked. "Shut up!" They kissed. When they finally ley go of each other, they sat down to discuss years of news.
Night time
Lucas was riding home in his bike, only slowly. He stopped at the lights and spotted the thing from his room. He parked his bike and ran at it. It disappeared and reappeared a few meters away. "What do you want?!" Lucas shouted at it. "You left us, Lucas Reap... and now you will be punished.." A group of them, exactly like it, appeared in a circle around him. "You have been judged Lucas Reap... now you must fulfill your punishment..." One of the figures touched his temples. He saw a blinding light, then fell limp to the floor....
He'd never felt anything like it. The cold pierced Lucas like a knife. He was lying face down on a hard stone floor. His arms wobbled as he pushed himself up. As he opened his eyes, a pain shot through his head. He grabbed it, screaming into the nothingness. All about him there was only mist and darkness. The pain began to ebb away. Sweat ran down his face as he looked at his surroundings. In the distance stands a dark outline, moving closer and closer, swinging something in its hands. Out of nowhere a bell chimes six times. As looks at the figure, two more appear behind him, then ten more all about him. Lucas reap.... came a raspy voice in his head. You have been judged and sentenced... to death... Lucas looked around wildly, "Please no! You promised!" He shouted into the darkness. You broke the promise, Lucas Reap. Death is your serving... Lucas started to run. "I didn't mean to do it! I never wanted to hurt anyone!" Death is your serving... Something grabbed the collar of Lucas' trench coat. "PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" The creature gripped harder. In order to save yourself from your sentencing, you will serve at our command. Tears started to well up in Lucas' eyes. He knew what this meant, what they would make him do in order to live. He thought about Ellie and Katie. "Anything..." he whispered. The creature released him Andy he tumbled to the ground. The creatures formed a circle around him. He got to his knees and looked up at the one standing before him. It reached out towards him, a long finger appearing from underneath the cloak. It touched the middle of Lucas' forehead. Lucas cried out in pain, fell down to the ground. Black mist appeared from underneath him as he screamed like he was being tortured, which he was. His trench coat started to rip apart and the rags floated upwards. A ragged hood grew from the inside, covering his head. He stood up slowly. His rage of his trench coat floating about him. Suddenly darkness fell over his face, then a bright shot out from inside the hood. When it subsided, a mask resembling a skull was left upon his face. A dark aura surrounded his hands, as he was risen into the air, his head dangling downward. Lucas Reap... you have agreed to become an Exile... you are to be the dark vengeance that your world needs in order to be cleansed... you will do this in order to maintain your life force... if you break the terms of this agreement, you will have it ripped from your body, along with those you love... do you agree to eliminate those corrupting your world? Lucas took a sharp intake of breath. "I.... promise..." came the raspy, dark reply. Then it is agreed... go forth... Exile... The last word echoed through Lucas' head as he pasted back into the mortal realm...
Lucas moans as he feels the cold concrete underneath his body. He feels a kick to the left side of his torso and wails of laughter. He pushes himself up and gets to his feet. He looks around with blurry eyesight until they clear and he sees a group of young men around him, laughing and looking hungry for a fight, "Hey man! Nice of you to finally wake up!" one shouted in his ear, "My boys are dying for some fun!" The crowd cheered at the statement. Fifteen of them... one of me... Lucas smirked slightly, "What you smilin' at fool?" the man shouted again. Lucas turned to him, "It's just funny how to chose the wrong guy to mess with. Suddenly Lucas threw a punch at the guys face, knocking him to the ground. Lucas waved the pain from his hand, "There plenty to go round, fellas." The group starts toward Lucas, but as they do so he transforms, trench coat rags flying around, wrapping a group of them up and throwing them into the side of a building a building, the others watched in terror as they fell limp to the ground. The others ran at him, he kicked one in the face, grabs another's arm and brings the elbow down onto his knee, "AHHHHHH!" the guy screamed, then Lucas grabbed his face and pushed him to the ground. He grabbed the last two by their faces. A black aura bled from underneath husband hands and they crumpled to the floor. The leader got back up, "You freak!" he screamed at him and started to run, bunch Lucas reached out with a rag of his trench coat, wrapping it around his legs, tripping him and then dragging him back towards him. The man looked up into his dark hood with fear in his eyes, "Who are you?" the man whispered. Lucas bent down, his fist on the guys chest, "Tell Black that judgement is coming..." he whispered in his ear, then he released the pressure on husband chest, swung his coat about himself and disappeared in a black cloud, leaving the thug surrounded by his fallen men...
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