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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:19 am
Kory's Last Will
Description:
Name: Kory
Gender: Male
Woke: 07/05/07
Stage: Awakened
Bond: Unknown
*Do not post in this Last Will unless you have prior permission from Teh Zan.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 1:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 1:01 pm
   His History It seemed like the normal, typical conflict that all families went through. There was nothing strange about a divorce. There was nothing life-changing about a kid being sent to live in two different houses a few days a week. Of course, many people took the phrase ‘life changing’ lightly. A child being used to two different families and two different environments wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. There was no negative impact. Right?
Unless the parents were extremists, but what are the chances of that? It’s not even really likely that two people like that would ever consider conceiving a child. But what if they did? What would happen? Two parents of two extremely opposite beliefs. Unlike a normal divorce in a normal story, this was life-changing. This was not some game where, if daddy was being mean, then I can go to mommy’s house. No. There was no such thing as running away from the horrible truth. And that truth has created this story. This tale about a young boy with parents so opposite that it seems impossible they had a son as lovely and sweet as Kory.
Kory was born to a priest and a witch. The priest was stiff, serious, honorable and true. The witch was gorgeous, dangerous, and everything the priest wasn’t. You see, long before his priesthood, he’d been a normal loyal Christian follower, tainted by his strong love for a Wiccan believer. This woman, a gorgeous black haired woman of a young age, was deeply in love with the man on his way to priesthood. It was a sin neither of them would ever swallow and the night they conceived Kory was the night they were discovered.
Wrenched apart by the seams, they were forbidden to speak, to see each other, to care. No contact. No love. No life. It was a catastrophe for the woman at first, whose name was Allesandra. Allie couldn’t comprehend what had happened, for she didn’t believe in such awful nonsensical things. When she asked the priest, Rob, what the reason was, he merely downcast his eyes and said: ‘This is how it was meant to be.’ And he would walk away.
A few weeks later she came to the gates of his school to plead for him and after an hour of painful wailing and degradation, she was allowed to see him. “Rob,” she had begged. “Rob I’m pregnant…”
Their blue eyes met like ice and for a moment there was nothing said. It had all paused. The world stopped upon its very axis and held its breath. Something had to be done, she could be denied no longer. Their love had been destroyed but the child of their sin had not, and he could not be killed for murder was frowned upon, no matter for what purpose. There would be only one choice, they would have to raise the child. In separate housing of course… but together still.
Though time passed, and kindness faded. Personalities changed and reasons went askew. There was no truth to anything anymore and the spinning universe made not a shred of sense. The priest grew bitter and cold. The woman grew kind but secluded and ever more mysterious. The child, the blue eyed boy with freckles, grew. Against his mother’s explicit wishes he was sent to a Catholic Private School and trained along the same paths of his father.
Yet on weekends, his mother drilled him in the ways of her religion. She would cloak him and praise him and tell him that he may choose whichever he wished. She was kind and open and he adored her, unlike his father, of whom he was terrified.
In the most basic sense of things, there was nothing special about his life. His school was normal. His friends were normal. He was normal. Only his parents were not and apparently that made all the difference. For one night, his mother disappeared. And that was the beginning of the end. That was the beginning of all that ever happened next and that was when the priest had begun to hope he’d paid a little more attention to his son, whose grave he visited every day from that week on… His Death “Mother?” The small voice called.
“I’m going out Kory, don’t leave the house…” a strangely soothing voice replied.
“All right,” whispered the youth in return. He sat flicking through channels on the outdated TV as the rain poured down outside his window. There was a flicking of light switches around the house, and then a clanging as the door was open and shut. A dark shadowed form passed by the window and the boy smiled as he recognized the shape of his beautiful mother. She always wore that cloak, even when she was inside. He had one too of course, but he wasn’t allowed to bring it to Father’s house, for the priest would be very cross.
He watched the minutes tick by on the clock next to the couch and he soon decided it was far too long for his mother to be gone. She would never leave him this long by himself. Not intentionally. So something had to be holding her up, and the boy felt obligated to find out. With those brave intentions in mind, the young boy fastened the cloak around his neck, over his school uniform, and pulled up the hood. Fondly, he touched the pentacle she’d painted on his cheek to protect him only hours before. She did it every time he came over her house, and he washed it away before he went back to his father.
The only thing that reached his ears as he left the house was the pounding of the rain upon pavement. The soft clang of the door closing behind him assured him of its locking, and jumping off the porch into a puddle, he sighed and began his search. It began in the usual spots. Perhaps she was out in the alley smoking? His tiny head peeked around the corner.
Nope.
Maybe she’d gone to the store? A quick look told him it was closed. The street lamp above his head quivered fearfully, as if symbolizing the ominous death of something. He began to walk without really knowing his destination. He couldn’t hear his footsteps above the rains loud patters and he just let them take him where they pleased. Somehow he found himself standing in front of an abandoned building, worn with age and crazed bums.
“Mother?” was his muffled questioning voice.
“Wrong person kid…” came a jovial answer close to his ear. A piece of cloth was pressed to his mouth and the world went blurry, and finally black. It was a few hours later that he found himself tied to a pole with his hands hanging above his head. After getting his bearings, and shifting from foot to foot like a nervous chicken, he noticed with horrifying intensity that there was something lying on the floor by his feet. With even more fear, he noticed it was moving. It groaned and look straight up into his eyes… it was an icy blue stare.
“Mom…” He squeaked.
“Kory,” she moaned. “I’m so sorry… my beautiful son…” She reached up a hand to him and he desperately struggled in his restraints, crying and pleading helplessly as she was lifted into the arms of a man. It was a beautiful man with a perfect stature, smile, outfit, haircut, everything. Never will the young boy forget his hard golden stare as he threw his mom into the far wall.
“Fool!” The man cried. “You’re a stupid fool woman! You thought I cared, didn’t you?”
“Kenneth…” she whined. “I thought you loved me… obviously I was wrong… but why did you bring my son here?!” She tried to shout, but could only manage to cry it out. Lifting herself on weak arms, she stared up at the man who seemed infuriated by her very existence.
“So he can watch you die… before I have a little snack…”
“No!” She cried. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Wouldn’t I?” He smiled. It was a scary fanged smile. That of a cold hearted demon. Pointed bone white teeth protruded from his lips. He was a vampire.
“Mother!” Kory cried again.
Her ice blue eyes couldn’t meet his this time and as the other kicked her repeatedly into the wall, he watched her blood form a ceremonial puddle around her. No amount of any magic or praying could save her. There was no religion on Earth that could purge her of her sins and her mistakes which now led to the death of not only herself, but her beloved son. Her darling Kory.
There were moments when the young boy thought he stopped breathing, and as the vampire advanced on him, he knew that was true. Soon enough, he blacked out and remembers dreaming of small shoots of pain. Spiked and vivid dreams like those of the heavily drugged. He was falling and flying, and then crashing. Crashing into puddles of tie-dye and rainbows. And then blood. Thick crimson blood that he gurgled and drowned in.
When he next awoke, there was a sense of nothing and merely he viewed a moon that glowed in the softest of violet hues. It was certainly not from the same world, but what world had that been? Yawning a little, the whispery form looked around, half-asleep but curious all the same. Where was he? Who was he? Why couldn’t he seem to remember anything before he woke up? It all seemed very strange and he had a feeling of being lost, however, in the distance he saw a rather large shadow and decided that it would be best to have some kind of destination then none at all.
After much shock and a bit of delay, he figured out how to float around and headed for the mansion in the distance, wondering what awaited him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 1:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 1:37 pm
 A Revelation?! Young Kory has not yet discovered anything. How unfortunate!
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:05 pm
 What is... friendship? Young Kory has not yet met anyone. How unfortunate!
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 1:27 pm
I have been in this realm and the days have stopped making sense. Do I have a name? A purpose? What are these things? I have not yet understood anything... I... I don't know where I am even. It seems worse for the fact that my thoughts merely become words in whatever this is. When will I get closer to understanding? When... will it all make sense? There is a feeling of loss and that is all I know.
I believe I have a name... soon I will find it... I know it is there but I seem to have forgotten. I wonder how much else I do not know...
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