Mystic / R
Mystic: School for Creatures
R / Jaebum centric
Chapters: 00 / ?
- This is only the prologue. I'm terribly sorry it's so short. I hope this hooks you in. ;D
Fandom:One Day, Super Junior, SHINee, SNSD, Epik High.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in any of the groups; the plot is of my own creation.
Summary: "I always thought that there was something different about me. When I acquired the taste for blood at the age of 12, I knew that I wasn't like anyone else around me."
I always knew that I was different, even when I was a young child. I wasn’t anything like the other boys that I was around. My own body didn’t feel right to me. I felt like I saw colors too brightly; colors coming from deep inside things. The boys around me all acted so young, but I acted of an age before my time. I didn’t understand then. It all felt so wrong.
I knew completely that I was different when I acquired a taste to blood at the age of twelve. Normal boys, when they saw that their arm was bleeding, they would run to their parents to get it fixed up. I was different. I stayed and watch the blood ooze out of my arm, watched as it hit the cement, then I couldn’t watch it anymore. I attached my mouth to my own wound and proceeded to suck on my own blood; tasting its warmth, the iron in it, the thickness as it slid down my throat. The other boys around me all screamed and ran off. Soon my parents were by my side, scooping me up in their arms and running back to our home. I didn’t understand then.
I asked my parents about why I did such a disgusting act, but they said that everyone in the family did it and it was just a phase that you would grow out of. I didn’t understand then.
By the time I was fourteen, I was known as the kid who would suck at my own wounds and I didn’t make many friends. One day, a new kid at school tried to pick a fight with me. I didn’t want any trouble; the kid was already bigger than what I was. I tried to back away from him, run off, but he just kept coming back. He swung on me, making contact with my left side. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any pain. It was if he just pinched me. When the kid realized that his punch had no effect on me, he took another swing, but this time I caught his fist. He stood dumbfounded, not comprehending that I was that fast; I didn’t quite comprehend that either, but that wasn’t on my mind at the particular moment. I twisted his arm, and there was a cracking noise from his arm. I let his arm drop and the boy held it with his other hand screaming; none of this fazed me. I turned around to leave the school, figuring this would not be a good day, but I decided to face him again; walking closer as he backed away. He was getting ready to run, I sensed this. I ran towards him, grabbed his shoulders and brought my right knee to his head, making contact with his left eyebrow. Instantly, blood began trickling down his face. He stood up to run away, but I held him in place. I studied the wound, it wasn’t anything bad. A few stitches would fix this up. The blood was about to drip off his chin, but I caught it; caught it with my mouth and licked up the boys face until I was only an inch away from the wound. He screamed in terror, along with the crowd around me. I didn’t care, somehow I knew that this would be my last day at this high school; my last day in this town. When I got home, my parents told me what I already knew; we were moving far, far away from here.
A/N: Yeah.... should I continue with this?
R / Jaebum centric
Chapters: 00 / ?
- This is only the prologue. I'm terribly sorry it's so short. I hope this hooks you in. ;D
Fandom:One Day, Super Junior, SHINee, SNSD, Epik High.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in any of the groups; the plot is of my own creation.
Summary: "I always thought that there was something different about me. When I acquired the taste for blood at the age of 12, I knew that I wasn't like anyone else around me."
I always knew that I was different, even when I was a young child. I wasn’t anything like the other boys that I was around. My own body didn’t feel right to me. I felt like I saw colors too brightly; colors coming from deep inside things. The boys around me all acted so young, but I acted of an age before my time. I didn’t understand then. It all felt so wrong.
I knew completely that I was different when I acquired a taste to blood at the age of twelve. Normal boys, when they saw that their arm was bleeding, they would run to their parents to get it fixed up. I was different. I stayed and watch the blood ooze out of my arm, watched as it hit the cement, then I couldn’t watch it anymore. I attached my mouth to my own wound and proceeded to suck on my own blood; tasting its warmth, the iron in it, the thickness as it slid down my throat. The other boys around me all screamed and ran off. Soon my parents were by my side, scooping me up in their arms and running back to our home. I didn’t understand then.
I asked my parents about why I did such a disgusting act, but they said that everyone in the family did it and it was just a phase that you would grow out of. I didn’t understand then.
By the time I was fourteen, I was known as the kid who would suck at my own wounds and I didn’t make many friends. One day, a new kid at school tried to pick a fight with me. I didn’t want any trouble; the kid was already bigger than what I was. I tried to back away from him, run off, but he just kept coming back. He swung on me, making contact with my left side. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any pain. It was if he just pinched me. When the kid realized that his punch had no effect on me, he took another swing, but this time I caught his fist. He stood dumbfounded, not comprehending that I was that fast; I didn’t quite comprehend that either, but that wasn’t on my mind at the particular moment. I twisted his arm, and there was a cracking noise from his arm. I let his arm drop and the boy held it with his other hand screaming; none of this fazed me. I turned around to leave the school, figuring this would not be a good day, but I decided to face him again; walking closer as he backed away. He was getting ready to run, I sensed this. I ran towards him, grabbed his shoulders and brought my right knee to his head, making contact with his left eyebrow. Instantly, blood began trickling down his face. He stood up to run away, but I held him in place. I studied the wound, it wasn’t anything bad. A few stitches would fix this up. The blood was about to drip off his chin, but I caught it; caught it with my mouth and licked up the boys face until I was only an inch away from the wound. He screamed in terror, along with the crowd around me. I didn’t care, somehow I knew that this would be my last day at this high school; my last day in this town. When I got home, my parents told me what I already knew; we were moving far, far away from here.
A/N: Yeah.... should I continue with this?