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~Poe: Volume One- Essence of Fate~
By A.s.C [a.k.a. ~UB~] of HS forums
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Chapter Zero- Prologue
“Dearest lord, we have come together today for William Izuma. To pray together; to remember together; and especially to mourn together. On this day, we reincarnate the memory of a beloved husband, and outstanding father. Please guide him safely to your kingdom in Heaven, and let him watch over us, as yourself does.”
The chapel was surprisingly dark, and shards of light peeked through the multi-colored designs that decorated the room. Rows upon rows of benches were occupied to assure a final good-bye to a good man, family or friend. On the front row, smothered in a black tuxedo, rested the son of the departed, Max Izuma. His head was down, facial expression unknown due to the crystal shaped hair that wrapped over his face. Beside himself sat his mother, wife of the lost one, Ruby Izuma. Her emotions were clearly unstable, as sobs filled the room, echoes of her cries filling the damp empty spaces that noone dared comment on.
Moment by moment passed as the preacher continued his “holy” words. The light that broke the window panes was beginning to fade as the sun headed westward. Truly, it was quite a site, a shame that the others take it for granted over the unchangeable events that had recently occurred.
The Preacher finished up, advertising his church selfishly for weddings and funerals. The people stood up, swaying over the immediate family for an opportune moment to apologize for the loss, and share an old story.
“I’m so sorry that your father has died, Max. But he is in a better place now. I remember when...”
“Max, this must be a hard time. It reminds me of the time when your father and I were...”
“I can’t stand funerals, but I go to them anyways out of respect. I respect your father very much since he...”
Honestly, it was getting old, hearing the same thing over again without a chance to just tell them that he really didn’t care about what his dad had did with any of these strangers. Instead, he lost himself in his own thought, tuning out the malicious concerns. His mother bumped into him, and apologized, tears in her eyes still. He got up and walked through the crowd, ignoring their words and ignoring his dreaded mother who had once admittedly told him that his birth into the world was an accident.
On his way out, people tried to stop him and converse with him further. Besides, that’s what people normally did at funerals, right?
“You look exactly like your father. Did you know that?”
“You feeling okay, kid? You’ve got a lot of your fathers aspects in you. I expect a lot from you in the future.”
“Heart crushing, honestly, the way you just walked up here... It was exactly how your father would walk home from school when we went to High School together!”
Maxes heart skipped a beat in what was a mix of rage and confusion.
Nobody really cares about me, just about his dad. So, that being that, they try to raise him from the dead through me. Pathetic... I want to be my own person. Can’t they see that? No matter how much they wish it, father is dead. I am me, he is himself. Two different people–count them, TWO! I...
He thought about his train of thought for a moment, then finished himself.
I don’t care at all, about dad, this dysfunctional family, nor the hypocrites who claim to be my friend. I’m sick of it.
He decided it was best to get away from there from a while. Once he got to the front door, he dashed off down the road, unnoticed, uncared for. He wandered down the street agape, stopping every so often to catch his breath under the snow covered pines, inhaling the cold air. His tuxedo was soaked, his mind boggled. Reaching the city limits, he lay against a mammoth of a tree, gazing at the stars that he could see so clearly without all of the city lights clouding his view.
I feel so tiny. So used up. I’m tired, cold, and wet. Why did I come here..? Sorry, mom.
Just then a star shot across the sky, flashing like a rocket embracing his view warmly. It sparked his hope.
I want somebody, anybody, to know me for me and not a single other person. I want somebody who can understand my emotions completely without the use of petty words. Somebody heartwarming to thaw my frosted heart.
He headed home again, silent and slightly distraught.
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Reaching his front yard, he noticed his moms car was still out. Possibly looking for him, or more likely drowning herself in a bottle or mug of alcohol. She only drank during the sad times, never the happy. Of course, when it was only me there, there were never happy times. He flipped on the T.V; channel four news.
I’m surprised the comet wasn’t mentioned... Strange. Perhaps they just can’t see it in the city?
Max relaxed, peeling his wet clothes off and prepared a fresh pair of boxers. It was just as they said, life was not a cut diamond, but a raw one ready to be shaped by its crafter at any given moment. He relaxed his muscles and fell asleep.
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FIRST UPDATE! If you have seen my 'Story Ideas' thread, this is the book I'm talking about. Things start SKYROCKETTING from here on out, so DON'T MISS A BEAT!
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~UB~
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