Forsaken

This started as an essay for my english class. We had to create a monster. But i went one step further, and created a story for my monster. This is the 'summary'.

A soul tormented by pain and fear. A life started so innocently but turned so dark in the blink of an eye. Andrew was born to an abusive drunk of a father and a mother who was always on something. His life was nothing but bleak from the moment he took his first breath. Where an innocent child might get hugs and kisses growing up, he only received slaps and beatings. When birthdays came, most children got ponies, or trains, or baseballs. He only got a strip of leather and the hard bite of the angel wood.

He spent his life in what could be considered an earthly hell. The kind of man who spent his childhood hiding the bruises from his teachers, and few friends. The few who suspected anything didn’t care enough to report it, or were too scarred for their own life. A demented childhood that led to a black and troubled adulthood. So as to be expected, at the age of eighteen he left.

 But having no real knowledge of the real world he soon found himself tangled in a web of crime. Murder and torture were his only friends. The soft embrace of flesh against his knuckles, his lover. He lied, killed, and stole to stay alive.  But in the end he was met with the cold kiss of lead from the gun he himself had killed so many with. His life was ended just as it had started, cold and demented. He was only 20.

 Now, what many people assume is that when you die you either go to heaven or are banished to hell. For Andrew though his hell on Earth had already been too much, so Hell would not have him. But because of all the wrongs he had done in his short lived life he was also turned from the pearly gates of heaven. Andrew, rejected from both factions, was left with no choice. He returned to Earth as a forsaken, someone cursed to haunt the world, exacting the torment upon thoughs that the justice system could not reach. Torturing thoughs who would bring upon others that which was brought upon him.

To most of the world he was unknown, but to thoughs who would bring pain to the world his name was feared. In the mist of the night he would ride on the shadows to the homes of the ones he claimed as unworthy of life, and he would take it from them. He spent much time trying to bring the world to, in his own twisted way, a semi justice. He could feel no joy, only rage at thoughs who would harm the innocent.

Soon though he became so consumed by this that he started having trouble telling the difference between human nature and true evil. Soon he was going after all people. If he saw a parent spank there child, he would make them fall right where they stood, running his blade through their hearts. When young teenagers stole that one piece of gum from the corner store they would meet him in the alley on their way out.

It didn’t take long for his name to grow. The raging ruthless ruler rained down his rath.  Everywhere, all feared The Forsaken that haunted them. People were scarred to leave their homes, or interact with each other. Rarely did they even speak for fear that human kinds ruler would cut them down. This was how The Forsaken came to be. And this was the world’s apocalypse.