Episode 1 Intro: Life of a HangmanA Chapter by Xerclipse Logun was a homeless boy who wandered into the city of Acrisius. Proceed to learn more about the city. Episode 1 Life of a Hangman Intro There once was a lonely little boy who scavenged around the big city. The big city was known as Acrisius. Acrisius was such a fine city and such a peaceful one too. The little boy was at the age of eleven but boy oh boy he was dirty. Who would want to pay attention to a little boy who was covered in dirt, trash, and waste? No more naughty people, no more danger, no more bad people, and no more trouble. The society had become such a marvelous utopia for what every man had wished for. Acrisius was vastly stunning to the eye of any citizen. It was covered by pedestrians, business, and vast buildings. The roaring cars followed the rules of traffic quite perfectly. They followed the tall signs, the bright lights, and the regulations. But could the visuals and peaceful system of Acrisius cheer him up? Of course not. He had been a custom to the life of waste and trash for several months. Did he not care being in the life of a slum? Of course he did not, it was his way of living. What was the name of this dirty and worthless piece of trash that walked in such a peaceful place? That’s right, his name was Logun. Look at Logun’s face, was that the face of a happy boy. No, people should be happy, but why was he not happy at all? Everybody was blissfully happy but why him, why was Logun not happy under that trash and heap of junk? Logun could not bare to sleep under the dark and muddy alley anymore and decided to leave the narrow path for a little bit of fresh air. He covered his delicate eyes under the bright sun with his dirty and dry hands. These hands were dry to the bone but were covered by black gloves with holes. He turned to the left, he saw the ordinary pedestrians of Acrisius walk straight forward. He turned to the right, he saw more pedestrians of Acrisius walk straight forward as well. No one paid any attention to the little boy. Who saw his black unkempt hair that was so scraggly and dirty? It was short but it wasn’t kept maintained at all. Of course dirty kids don’t care about messy hairs but should there be dirty kids in Acrisius? No, of course not, what could possibly go wrong with such a dirty little problem? Oh Acrisius itself knows. It knows alright. It knows a grand solution to whatever problems it has. But look at the sun. It disappeared! Oh no, where did the bright sun go which turned into a black eclipse? Someone has to answer that, but there are no pedestrians. There are no mobile cars, and there is no sun. Only the little Logun had to walk all alone. The only answer to those questions was that Logun was in such a dark place, a place with no hope, and a dangerous one too. It was what was known as the Underworld, a parallel world that represented the other side....of Acrisius. Crash, Boom, Pow. The buildings itself were twisting so hastily and combusting. The debris levitated and churned violently. The sidewalk became flexible and bent like a snake. The cars flipped upside down and vibrated so violently. Clank! The lamp post that was ahead of Logun twisted and fell into pieces. There was blood that sprayed out of the broken shards of the light. Out came more blood that spilled onto the broken sidewalk that Logun stood on. Sure Logun was surprised but he did not freak out, he did not attempt to run away, but he only waited for more. The blood began to unite into one being. That being looked like a tall man to Logun. He could hear laughing, screaming, and chaos beyond the background of the underworld. “A ha ha ha ha ha ha!” the bloody man laughed in a low voice. He wore dark green robes, small round glasses, white wraps around his hands, black baggy pants, and leather boots. His red liquid face eventually revealed to look like such a regular human being. He had blonde semi layered hair that was parted and medium. Above that scruffy short beard was a smile. No, that was just a grin. No, that was a grin of evil, and a grin of a murderer. Under each hand of the bloody man was one knife buried inside of his flesh. Ew who would have a knife inside of a wrist? It was sure nasty but it was not painful for the bloody man himself. His own flesh expelled each knife before he caught each one with his hands. The bloody man was standing with each blood dripping knife in his hand facing Logun. The blood splattered heavily from his open flesh. “Who are you?” asked the bloody man. “Logun.” The little boy answered honestly. “Aw, what a cute name for a little boy like you, covered in trash, waste, and dirt,” The bloody man said. “But do you know what you have committed?” Logun did not answer to the bloody man who now spun his knives around his fingers. He walked closer to Logun, his grip on those knives grew tighter, and the environment began to close in quickly onto them. “You have disturbed the peace and committed theft. Do you have any last words?” asked the bloody man. And without thinking, Logun said his “final words.” “Beware of the very thought of your own The punishment is not very unknown The peace that you have been in for so long Will be taken away due to their wrong” Said Logun. Wait, the bloody man no longer had his knives in his hands. They sunk back into his flesh. “Make sure you never break the law or the Hangman will break you raw But if you do ever see one There is nowhere to run.” The bloody man was surprised that such terms came from a young boy as Logun. “Yes I am. Where did you hear that Logun? Did you make that up?” asked the bloody man. Silly bloody man, doesn’t he know that the boy isn’t silly at all. Logun couldn’t possibly be a new target for the bloody man. He didn’t even answer the bloody man’s questions at all. Instead, he stood back closeting himself under his own darkness. “I suppose we can save it all for the boss Logun. I am Crimson by the way, and you must.....” “Aren’t you gonna kill me Crimson?” Logun asked hastily. Once again, he surprised Crimson. This time, he made Crimson laugh louder, louder, and louder. Suddenly the road began to curve toward both Crimson and Logun. Crash, boom, clank, pow. The environment quickly turned against Crimson and Logun. The buildings then collapsed and the debris came in closer. It was clear that the underworld was not happy at all. “Of course not, but we would both be killed if we stood here any longer. Come on, let’s go Logun, you have to meet our boss, Carnegie Spree” said Crimson. © 2013 XerclipseAuthor's Note
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