"never have i ever been left by my family." Slash says as we sit around a fire. the whole flock raises their hands except her and Bracken. her "father" was killed and Bracken had no family 2 speak of.
"never have i ever killed anyone." Max says, everyone raises their hands.
"never have i ever killed strictly 4 personal gain." Fang makes it more specific. Bracken and I raise our hands. right...as snake god he killed those who opposed him...
"never have i ever been convicted of a crime and gone 2 jail." he says, and i raise my hand...
i used 2 give a fuck, now i give a fuck less. let's just say that there's a place called heaven and a place called hell, a place called prison and a place called jail and i'm probably on my way 2 all of 'em except 1.
i used 2 b a good boy, i guess. i was 7 when mother was killed by father. that's when everything took a turn 4 the worst. i ran away, into the forest...and woke in a lab...
"what's going on!?" i yell, trying 2 move and realizing quickly i can not.
"Research, boy." replies a white haired man. "what is your name?"
"what's it 2 ya!?" i yell back, feebly wriggling against the straps holding me down.
"so we take u back where u belong." he replies calmly....a little 2 calmly...
"i don't belong ANYWHERE!" i snarl back, wishing i could punch this guy's lights out. "not anymore..."
"sir" a younger guy walks in. "his name is Jack Jacy."
"good....we'll take him back once we're finished."
"NO!!!" i cry out. "DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK THERE!!! .. ...just drop me in the forest..."
"Quiet, Boy!" and everything goes black...
i wake up...again...and c a bunch of people, all strapped 2 tables, all of them young...and i wonder y....i look out the glass in front of us and it looks like a combination lab and dog pound. there were dog crates in the back with thing moving inside that looked much bigger then dogs...suddenly there's a pain coming from my upper back somewhere near my shoulder blades. i go 2 scream, but can't...the pain is so intense that i black out...
i awake yet again, this time back in my room, thinking that it was all a horrible, twisted dream.....hoping....
"WHERE THE HELL DID U GO LAST NIGHT!!??" father yells as he slams the door open. there goes that hope...
"i....don't know..." i stammer.
"BULLSHIT!!" he yells back, pulling his switch and i get wide-eyed. the blade....was still stained...with mother's blood...he ran at me with it. i jump out of bed when he got close, landing squarely on his back. i think i shocked myself more then him. especially when i ripped the blade from his hand and jumped off. he gets up slowly, glaring at me. "u can't do it." he snarls.
"TRY me." i snarl back, spitting venom with my words. (not literally, of course) he starts running at me, full speed, and i throw it, hitting him dead between the eyes. it was a real pretty shot, it really was. he drops dead....and i run...
we lived out in the middle of no where's vill. so 2 New York i went! do u know who i am now? the demon of New York, New York. the shadow that they called Kem Senef....Black Blood, BB...The Puppet Master was always 1 of my favorites. the people there seem 2 leave part of their brains at home when they leave the house in the morning. hey, most of 'em don't have much 2 bring out in the 1st place!
so it was really easy 2 hide there. y? most people around there seem 2 have a neutral zone around their heads. during the day i was a regular kid roaming the streets...at night i was Black Blood. i lived in a house that was abandon years before i got there. no 1 went near it cuz they thought it was haunted.
yeah...not all there, that's y they're all here. some people think that if u say some things it's gonna happen. some people don't like u 2 talk about certain stuff because it's not right 2 talk about...some people r really fuckin' stupid.
anyway, back 2 the demon of NYC. same shit, different day. ok, so every day i just kinda walked about until night. once the sun went down, my demon side shown through.
and so did my wings. yes...i said wings...i would break into houses and stores and kill most anyone that got in my way of stealing what i wanted and/or needed. then i would leave.
of course, i didn't always kill everyone. oh no, i found something more fun 2 do. that's were Puppet Master comes in...i found out i can control blood both inside and out of the body. like pulling strings on a puppet 2 make it move...
the most fun 1, i'd say, was a family affair. i just love nosing around them. the child was dead when i got there and the father had a knife....and flashbacks of my past blurred my vision 4 a few seconds, then i charged at him, my wings already spread out and my eyes glowing red. the man gets wide-eyed as i plow right into his chest b4 he could move out of the way. he fell hard 2 the ground and the knife spins away from him. the woman was laying on the ground, bleeding. i walked over and checked the pulse she was alive....barely...i glare at the man, who was reaching 4 the knife again. instead i make him fly against the wall and walked over. "so, let me guess....she cheated on u, u brought it up, the kid walked in when the knife was drawn." i say casually. "you're a drunk, i can c it in your eyes. u went at her, she grabbed a knife 2 protect herself and u didn't like that at all. u took the knife and slashed her throat, figuring she's dead or dying." i glare at him as he tries 2 get up. my glare hardens, making him fall back 2 the ground. "then the kid walked in and u panicked and killed him 2." i walk over and kick the knife 2 him. "u wanna know how it ends?" i ask as he grabs the knife. "u can't stand what u did so u kill yourself 2. so now it's double homicide and suicide with no note." i make him take out his phone as i find his wallet. i then make him dial.
"hello, i'm Fredrick Dougles." i make him say as i find his license. "i'm a sick, sick bastard that just killed my family. i'm gonna kill myself so u won't have 2 waste your time as soon as i hang up." and i make him close the phone and stab the knife through his neck. he makes a choking, gagging sound and falls. i walk over and check the pulse of the woman. "dead..." i sigh, jumping out of the window. i watch from a safe distance as police swarm the place.
a few months after that i'm searching the web with the lap top i stole almost as soon as i got 2 NY. i find something called the doomsday group and sigh. i hate humans as much as the next guy, but killing all of them? talk about over kill....talk about havin' your brain baked. i think theirs is still in at 350 degrees. i type 'Fang' into the search thingy, looking 4 a place 2 steal a good fang necklace, but something else catches my eyes b4 i can finish typing. "Fang's Blog" not the name so much, but the picture and description. a guy with dark hair and eyes with wings just as dark and the description: adventures of the flock of proud-2-be-freaks. i tapped into it and saw a forum that got my attention quickly. "do u have....strange...problems?" when i clicked onto it, it said things like powers and scales or wings. most people posted dumb stuff. i shake my head slightly and decide 2 make a profile. i use the name Black_Blood as my user name and go onto google search with a new tab. i typed in Kem Senef. that's what i've been called so long and i consider it my name now. nothing....i delete it and pause slightly, then type in NYC demon. jackpot. 100's of pictures of what people think i look like show up, and i pass them by and go 2 actual pictures people have managed 2 take. some of them quite by my will, but none of them clear enough 2 make out a face...just as i liked. i find a picture where u can only c my eyes glowing and the silhouette of me in the tree and save it, using it 4 my profile picture and exiting the google tab.
Name: Kem Senef
Age: 16 (i think)
Nickname(s): Black blood, BB, Puppet Master
Where u Live: NYC
i go back 2 the forum after making the profile and type "i am the demon of NYC" then turn off the computer once it's sent.
now, b4 i tell u the next part, u should know some things about me 1st.
1) i don't obey traffic laws
2) i drive kinda reckless
3) i don't have a driver's license
4) i believe in freedom of speech and (unlike some) i USE it.
5) "cop didn't c it, i didn't do it" is my motto on the road. (and everywhere else, 4 that matter)
i shoot right though a red light and kill a biker ass hole. well...i didn't really kill him, the landing did. i made him shoot 15-20 feet in the air after taking out his back tier. and, of course, i didn't stop. i never stop when i hit someone, do u? y should i, it happened back there?! i'll give u a practical reason not 2 stop, the cops r gonna show up eventually. is that what u want? taking up the time of the police and lying 2 the authorities? they know u did it. i'm not gonna stay so they find out 4 sure i did it. pft, hell no, i'm gone! well someone got the license plat numbers of the car i'd hot-wired. so i ditched it and found a new car that some jack off left their keys in. however, someone saw me ditch it and i was caught by robots after making the police and the dogs leave and, at that point....i had the RIGHT 2 remain silent...but i didn't have the ABILITY...and making them leave was a bad move...because now they know i'm the puppet master. clearly i didn't think they had robots on the police force.
well at least it only took 2 weeks 2 figure out a way out and steal back all my stuff...and get a warrant 4 my arrest. isn't that great? that's only in NY though. the rest of these Divided States thought they were insane...and i agree.
again, they have a neutral zone. they can't handle it so they push it away. and that was very helpful 2 me, giving me a way 2 avoid it. heh, i just can't set foot in NY again. ez enough...so 2 LA! home of many freaks and weird-o's...i'll fit right in.
i check the Flog as soon as i get there. i wanted 2 c what this Fang character had 2 say. "quite a claim. i her he was arrested and got away"
"that's y i'm chillin' in LA right now." i reply back.
"i heard there's a warrant"
"boy, news travels fast. it's only in NY, the rest of this place couldn't wrap their heads around it."
"sounds like most people. we happen 2 b near LA, i'd like 2 meet up with u"
"cool. i'm....i have no idea where i am...never been outside of NY"
"XD have u been like this foreva?"
"no, but i blocked out the....other....part of my life b4 the trip through the woods."
"i can respect that"
so we find a place 2 meet and now....here i am.
"Never have i ever regretted what i've done." i say. everyone else raises their hands. i don't, smirking slightly.
"never have i ever had a legend, a book, and a statue made 4 me." Nudge smiles slightly as i raise my hand.
yes...not only will i live forever in stories (both good and bad) but a statue was made2 show both sides. it's square....on 1 side is me protecting 2 children, on the next is me sitting on a dead body with a knife and a smirk, the next is me with a child on my back that was hurt, and on the last is me stealing a chest and stuff. it's showing the 3 things i was known 4: stealing, killing, and protecting kids from adults.
3 books were also made about me. 1 for the good, 1 for the bad, and 1 with both. not including many articles in magazines and news papers.
and the legends...those r always fun...and those will last long after. just as the city never sleeps, legend never truly die, do they?
i regret nothing. never have, never will.
i will always b Kem Senef, Black Blood, BB, Puppet Master, and the demon of NY.
and never again will i b Jack Jacy, the weak kid that got pushed around and abused.
i found out that Kem Senef means Black Blood in Egyptian, cuz i got bored and looked it up.
i also found out from Jeb that i'm Gen. 76...and was considered a failure, no more then a flaw...they assumed i was dead. their assumption...is far from true...
"never have i ever killed anyone." Max says, everyone raises their hands.
"never have i ever killed strictly 4 personal gain." Fang makes it more specific. Bracken and I raise our hands. right...as snake god he killed those who opposed him...
"never have i ever been convicted of a crime and gone 2 jail." he says, and i raise my hand...
i used 2 give a fuck, now i give a fuck less. let's just say that there's a place called heaven and a place called hell, a place called prison and a place called jail and i'm probably on my way 2 all of 'em except 1.
i used 2 b a good boy, i guess. i was 7 when mother was killed by father. that's when everything took a turn 4 the worst. i ran away, into the forest...and woke in a lab...
"what's going on!?" i yell, trying 2 move and realizing quickly i can not.
"Research, boy." replies a white haired man. "what is your name?"
"what's it 2 ya!?" i yell back, feebly wriggling against the straps holding me down.
"so we take u back where u belong." he replies calmly....a little 2 calmly...
"i don't belong ANYWHERE!" i snarl back, wishing i could punch this guy's lights out. "not anymore..."
"sir" a younger guy walks in. "his name is Jack Jacy."
"good....we'll take him back once we're finished."
"NO!!!" i cry out. "DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK THERE!!! .. ...just drop me in the forest..."
"Quiet, Boy!" and everything goes black...
i wake up...again...and c a bunch of people, all strapped 2 tables, all of them young...and i wonder y....i look out the glass in front of us and it looks like a combination lab and dog pound. there were dog crates in the back with thing moving inside that looked much bigger then dogs...suddenly there's a pain coming from my upper back somewhere near my shoulder blades. i go 2 scream, but can't...the pain is so intense that i black out...
i awake yet again, this time back in my room, thinking that it was all a horrible, twisted dream.....hoping....
"WHERE THE HELL DID U GO LAST NIGHT!!??" father yells as he slams the door open. there goes that hope...
"i....don't know..." i stammer.
"BULLSHIT!!" he yells back, pulling his switch and i get wide-eyed. the blade....was still stained...with mother's blood...he ran at me with it. i jump out of bed when he got close, landing squarely on his back. i think i shocked myself more then him. especially when i ripped the blade from his hand and jumped off. he gets up slowly, glaring at me. "u can't do it." he snarls.
"TRY me." i snarl back, spitting venom with my words. (not literally, of course) he starts running at me, full speed, and i throw it, hitting him dead between the eyes. it was a real pretty shot, it really was. he drops dead....and i run...
we lived out in the middle of no where's vill. so 2 New York i went! do u know who i am now? the demon of New York, New York. the shadow that they called Kem Senef....Black Blood, BB...The Puppet Master was always 1 of my favorites. the people there seem 2 leave part of their brains at home when they leave the house in the morning. hey, most of 'em don't have much 2 bring out in the 1st place!
so it was really easy 2 hide there. y? most people around there seem 2 have a neutral zone around their heads. during the day i was a regular kid roaming the streets...at night i was Black Blood. i lived in a house that was abandon years before i got there. no 1 went near it cuz they thought it was haunted.
yeah...not all there, that's y they're all here. some people think that if u say some things it's gonna happen. some people don't like u 2 talk about certain stuff because it's not right 2 talk about...some people r really fuckin' stupid.
anyway, back 2 the demon of NYC. same shit, different day. ok, so every day i just kinda walked about until night. once the sun went down, my demon side shown through.
and so did my wings. yes...i said wings...i would break into houses and stores and kill most anyone that got in my way of stealing what i wanted and/or needed. then i would leave.
of course, i didn't always kill everyone. oh no, i found something more fun 2 do. that's were Puppet Master comes in...i found out i can control blood both inside and out of the body. like pulling strings on a puppet 2 make it move...
the most fun 1, i'd say, was a family affair. i just love nosing around them. the child was dead when i got there and the father had a knife....and flashbacks of my past blurred my vision 4 a few seconds, then i charged at him, my wings already spread out and my eyes glowing red. the man gets wide-eyed as i plow right into his chest b4 he could move out of the way. he fell hard 2 the ground and the knife spins away from him. the woman was laying on the ground, bleeding. i walked over and checked the pulse she was alive....barely...i glare at the man, who was reaching 4 the knife again. instead i make him fly against the wall and walked over. "so, let me guess....she cheated on u, u brought it up, the kid walked in when the knife was drawn." i say casually. "you're a drunk, i can c it in your eyes. u went at her, she grabbed a knife 2 protect herself and u didn't like that at all. u took the knife and slashed her throat, figuring she's dead or dying." i glare at him as he tries 2 get up. my glare hardens, making him fall back 2 the ground. "then the kid walked in and u panicked and killed him 2." i walk over and kick the knife 2 him. "u wanna know how it ends?" i ask as he grabs the knife. "u can't stand what u did so u kill yourself 2. so now it's double homicide and suicide with no note." i make him take out his phone as i find his wallet. i then make him dial.
"hello, i'm Fredrick Dougles." i make him say as i find his license. "i'm a sick, sick bastard that just killed my family. i'm gonna kill myself so u won't have 2 waste your time as soon as i hang up." and i make him close the phone and stab the knife through his neck. he makes a choking, gagging sound and falls. i walk over and check the pulse of the woman. "dead..." i sigh, jumping out of the window. i watch from a safe distance as police swarm the place.
a few months after that i'm searching the web with the lap top i stole almost as soon as i got 2 NY. i find something called the doomsday group and sigh. i hate humans as much as the next guy, but killing all of them? talk about over kill....talk about havin' your brain baked. i think theirs is still in at 350 degrees. i type 'Fang' into the search thingy, looking 4 a place 2 steal a good fang necklace, but something else catches my eyes b4 i can finish typing. "Fang's Blog" not the name so much, but the picture and description. a guy with dark hair and eyes with wings just as dark and the description: adventures of the flock of proud-2-be-freaks. i tapped into it and saw a forum that got my attention quickly. "do u have....strange...problems?" when i clicked onto it, it said things like powers and scales or wings. most people posted dumb stuff. i shake my head slightly and decide 2 make a profile. i use the name Black_Blood as my user name and go onto google search with a new tab. i typed in Kem Senef. that's what i've been called so long and i consider it my name now. nothing....i delete it and pause slightly, then type in NYC demon. jackpot. 100's of pictures of what people think i look like show up, and i pass them by and go 2 actual pictures people have managed 2 take. some of them quite by my will, but none of them clear enough 2 make out a face...just as i liked. i find a picture where u can only c my eyes glowing and the silhouette of me in the tree and save it, using it 4 my profile picture and exiting the google tab.
Name: Kem Senef
Age: 16 (i think)
Nickname(s): Black blood, BB, Puppet Master
Where u Live: NYC
i go back 2 the forum after making the profile and type "i am the demon of NYC" then turn off the computer once it's sent.
now, b4 i tell u the next part, u should know some things about me 1st.
1) i don't obey traffic laws
2) i drive kinda reckless
3) i don't have a driver's license
4) i believe in freedom of speech and (unlike some) i USE it.
5) "cop didn't c it, i didn't do it" is my motto on the road. (and everywhere else, 4 that matter)
i shoot right though a red light and kill a biker ass hole. well...i didn't really kill him, the landing did. i made him shoot 15-20 feet in the air after taking out his back tier. and, of course, i didn't stop. i never stop when i hit someone, do u? y should i, it happened back there?! i'll give u a practical reason not 2 stop, the cops r gonna show up eventually. is that what u want? taking up the time of the police and lying 2 the authorities? they know u did it. i'm not gonna stay so they find out 4 sure i did it. pft, hell no, i'm gone! well someone got the license plat numbers of the car i'd hot-wired. so i ditched it and found a new car that some jack off left their keys in. however, someone saw me ditch it and i was caught by robots after making the police and the dogs leave and, at that point....i had the RIGHT 2 remain silent...but i didn't have the ABILITY...and making them leave was a bad move...because now they know i'm the puppet master. clearly i didn't think they had robots on the police force.
well at least it only took 2 weeks 2 figure out a way out and steal back all my stuff...and get a warrant 4 my arrest. isn't that great? that's only in NY though. the rest of these Divided States thought they were insane...and i agree.
again, they have a neutral zone. they can't handle it so they push it away. and that was very helpful 2 me, giving me a way 2 avoid it. heh, i just can't set foot in NY again. ez enough...so 2 LA! home of many freaks and weird-o's...i'll fit right in.
i check the Flog as soon as i get there. i wanted 2 c what this Fang character had 2 say. "quite a claim. i her he was arrested and got away"
"that's y i'm chillin' in LA right now." i reply back.
"i heard there's a warrant"
"boy, news travels fast. it's only in NY, the rest of this place couldn't wrap their heads around it."
"sounds like most people. we happen 2 b near LA, i'd like 2 meet up with u"
"cool. i'm....i have no idea where i am...never been outside of NY"
"XD have u been like this foreva?"
"no, but i blocked out the....other....part of my life b4 the trip through the woods."
"i can respect that"
so we find a place 2 meet and now....here i am.
"Never have i ever regretted what i've done." i say. everyone else raises their hands. i don't, smirking slightly.
"never have i ever had a legend, a book, and a statue made 4 me." Nudge smiles slightly as i raise my hand.
yes...not only will i live forever in stories (both good and bad) but a statue was made2 show both sides. it's square....on 1 side is me protecting 2 children, on the next is me sitting on a dead body with a knife and a smirk, the next is me with a child on my back that was hurt, and on the last is me stealing a chest and stuff. it's showing the 3 things i was known 4: stealing, killing, and protecting kids from adults.
3 books were also made about me. 1 for the good, 1 for the bad, and 1 with both. not including many articles in magazines and news papers.
and the legends...those r always fun...and those will last long after. just as the city never sleeps, legend never truly die, do they?
i regret nothing. never have, never will.
i will always b Kem Senef, Black Blood, BB, Puppet Master, and the demon of NY.
and never again will i b Jack Jacy, the weak kid that got pushed around and abused.
i found out that Kem Senef means Black Blood in Egyptian, cuz i got bored and looked it up.
i also found out from Jeb that i'm Gen. 76...and was considered a failure, no more then a flaw...they assumed i was dead. their assumption...is far from true...
~Kem
“Kem....Kem...?” Cross waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. Day dreaming...” I reply. Ok, more like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat by a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 year old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” Cross replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a second 2 late.
“well EXCUSE ME 4 caring! I promise i'll NEVER do it again!” she turns her back and stomps off....shit, not what I wanted. I hadn't meant 2 sound annoyed...it just happened....i fucked up but....4 some reason....i can't bring myself 2 admit it aloud. So, instead, I walk out, leaving them all confused and looking from Cross' room 2 the door I exited.
“Kem....Kem...?” Cross waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. Day dreaming...” I reply. Ok, more like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat by a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 year old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” Cross replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a second 2 late.
“well EXCUSE ME 4 caring! I promise i'll NEVER do it again!” she turns her back and stomps off....shit, not what I wanted. I hadn't meant 2 sound annoyed...it just happened....i fucked up but....4 some reason....i can't bring myself 2 admit it aloud. So, instead, I walk out, leaving them all confused and looking from Cross' room 2 the door I exited.