NEFARIOUS!

NEFARIOUS! Saw a new movie recently and it was rather... Odd. A bit scary even? The newest upcoming film is about a murderer who hides amongst the shadows as a common worker. Kinda like Patrick Bateman type. However, she is too good at it. Her entire attitude and attire. It was aspiring as a villain. Neffy! Would lean into his seat as he squinted his eyes. Had some popcorn ready and up to his face. "I don't believe it. Not for a moment. I can see the darkness in your eyes. I'll find you. This my turf after a-" A stallion looked behind him and said. "Shut up, trying to watch the movie!" Neffy! Huffed and stayed quiet as from his eating. After the movie, he waltzed out and stretched. He saw a sign with the pretty gal in question on the sign. "Personalized fan meetup. Once per month! Join the raffle to meet Amy Callihan and the Director, Enid Callihan! " Fishy that. Yet he saw a happy little fanboy waving around a ticket that the sign showed. It had cute drawings on it. They have taste at least. Well, thanks for the ticket ugly. He went over and took it from him. He also pushed him over in which the crazed would throw an explosive tantrum. Neffy! laughed and walked away with his golden ticket. He felt like he was being watched diligently now that he has a ticket. A target on his back. Plain as day. He searched around diligently but nothing. He had a cold feeling down his spine. Whatever. I'll get over it. He sighed and waited till it was about the time they said. They were going to jump this kid, right? This cant be their meetup. Some garbage studio that is hidden in a crack in the wall basically. How's they expect a fatass to get through this? Cut off body fat? Yeah right. Neffy! Pushed away some boxes to reach the crack. He squeezed his way through till he was inside what seemed like a squatters house. Large hollow walls that were near torn apart. The floor was unfinished. It was all unfinished. Time to flush this trap ou- Clink. Fizzle and BANG! The explosion was enough to throw him back into the wall. He would give a pained groan. He touched his face as his jaw fell off his face. His face hidden by the smoke produced by the makeshift bomb. He would slowly move toward a window as a voice would speak but it was hard to hear. Everything was ringing. Blood trickled from his body and face to the floor. He would cough blood up and choke on it from time to time. Neffy! Would shakily grab his Cult book. Blood all over the book. He noticed some of his fingers flew off. Fuck it. He would turn around to face the attacker but before he could do anything, he fell. Slumped onto the wall with a window. I've lived a long life. I've seen people come and go. Admittedly, I was truly disturbed. However, to say I didn't learn would be a lie. I learned in the end love can make people do odd things. Of course this happens when I have someone to protect. When I finally felt the care of someone else and not some pawn. Someone who loved my flaws and oddities like me. I truly am an idiot. A kid who solved nothing at all. What am I doing? This solved nothing coming here. Damn it. Everything felt so cold. Is this what it feels like? So sad. Helplessness? Neffy looked up at the two blurry figures. Can't hear. Barely see. Barely feel. A sad ending? For me? No. Hardly. Everything becomes so clear when you lose it all. The pain of bones crushing. Knives peeling. I admit... I felt the whole thing. It hurt beyond anything I've ever endured. I deserve this. It's my fault. A loud mouthed braggart who resorts to force in all instances. I have no personal space. Angry. The fact anyone loves me at all is paradise. It only made sense to lose it all. I am...NEFARIOUS! Everything feels so exposed. Guts and all. The bites that sink in are so cold. Neffy! Held up a blood stained book. He would endure this torture for just a moment longer. Neffy used the last of his strength to be NEFARIOUS! He would peirce his book as it started to bleed. His arm seemed to have been cut off. Whatever. I bestow this blessing to Brimstone. Rid these vermin off MY STREETS. He looked at the two. One orangeish and one an odd green. I'll show you a real explosion He looked up as if to say. "Fuck you." His body fizzled and so did the book until the entire one side of the building blew into bits. A greet cloud of smoke covered the area in a NEFARIOUS! Poison. It may have not been the original two but two down. A set of monsters was slain. Me and these two. Good riddence. Good night.

Every day I wake up and it is something new. Not to mention I have so much to lose. So many depend on ny generosity that I would do anything to see their smiles of gratitude again. It scares me. It scares every part of me. For now though. It's another day. Hallow shades. How grim. Brimsyone would show up to a small town outside of hallow shades called "The Corner of the Earth" or The land of ghosts. Once named Honeywell, the town burnt to the ground from monster hunting murderers. What a cruel fate we endured that day. I had lost so much. Never again. Since then, Honeywell had since grown back to its old populace. Yet I still get stares just like before. A damn Gargoyle. Bad omens to come. "Someone was going to die today", They would mutter like venom. Sadly, there was nothing to be said. No one woukd trust a person like Brimstone here. It's ingraned into their minds. That fateful day. Fire rose from the dirt to smite them all. Vampires who lived rather peaceful. Gargoyle's are protective guardians but are known to eat people who aren't their masters. He'd be wrong if he didn't get an urge. A hunger that is never satisfied. Brim would reach a doorstep and peolle went full alarm. A vampire kid would pull on his arm and he looked down at her. "Don't eat her mister Gargoyle! Leave her alone you meanie!" Brim would look back at the door as it open. "What's this commotion abou-" The little old equestrian woman would look up at hin with wide eyes. She wore a cloak and looked somewhat like a Babushka. She was beatutiful for her age. Long grey mane and deep red fur. Her eyes burned with crimson. The woman would have her mouth wide open. "Brimmy? I-Is that you?" She dropped her cane to reach out to him. She looked at him like she had seen ghost. Tears welled in her eyes. "My baby!?" Brim gently grabbed her arms. It was hard not getting emotional. His eyes welling up as well. "I'm home Petya. Grandma." The village people stared in awe with red watching eyes. Petya would reach to hug onto him as she would weep into his stomach. "Come on... You'll make me emotional too." Brimston would look down at her with a sad look. Petya would wipe her tears and said. "I could see your mothers eyes from a mile away, boy! They were always so beautiful." She touched his face. "I can't believe it. I thought you were dead, Brimmy." She let go of him but grab his hand. Brimstone would quickly grab her cane as she led him. Petya would sit him down. "Coffee or tea? Chocolate Milk even? Your favorite." Brim would itch his bandaged body. "I-I'm not a kid anymore. " Petya would laugh and say. "You'll always be a baby to me, young man!" She would have come in with a coffee and chocolate milk. She gave him the milk. It was embarrassing but what a nostalgic moment. This building was left untouched believe it or not. It was like he was a kid again. He would grasp the milk which had the spoon in it. He loved chocolate milk so much he always left the spoon to casually slurp it with the spoon to savor it. He would have grabbed it to do exactly that. Savored every slip. It was amazing. She would sit next to him on her little couch. "Let's see under the wraps, kid." His ears perked up and then back down. "A-Are you sure? I am not..." She huffed and nodded. "Of course! Show me young man!" He would undo his wraping starting from head and down to his chest. He had ghoulish white skin and long ears. His ears had patches of black fur on the tips. His skull was fully exposed on the right side of his face and had tight skin grasping as is melted on. Petya would have her eyes wide. Her eyes would well up again. "I-it really is you. My boy. What have they done to my beautiful boy. What would your mother say to this scar." He shook his head. "This scar is simply a choice. I want to always remember our family. My equestrian parents. Your daughter and her fiancee. " Petya frowned and said. "Your mother always loved you kids. You have to move on and see your mother." Brimstone grit his teeth. Not what he wanted to hear. "She didn't love me enough to see me. To witness me. To care. She had a bunch of equestrians when she knew of the potential. She knew I could have k-" Petya would slap her hand onto the desk. "You would never, Brimmy. You were a good boy. I know she wasn't in your life but she is so torn over the loss. She hasn't been out of that house for years, please Brimstone! See your mother!" Brimstone would stand up and said. "I'll be back. I have a job to do here." He would start to walk out as she yelled out his name desperately "Brimmy! Come back! I-I won't be sorry! Please don't go!" He would slam the door behind him. Brimstone would lean into the door and fall onto his butt. Everyone would gather around him. Brimstone would wrap himself in his clothing as he got up to quickly evacuate. Petya would come outside and said. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves! That is not how you treat people. I hope you have the guts to say your sorry when he comes back. He's... He's my baby boy!" The vampires would look around akwardly as they got berated. Venera Allmine. What a sore subject. She was right though. It was time to bury the hatchet and open pandora's box.