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Post by Sirius on May 30, 2014 20:25:04 GMT
[Gang Warfare-History] The Evolution Of Insanity
Sirius Nightshade. Top of the food chain. One of the four gang lords across Respite’s Grotto. A man who can be considered a sociopath maniac. He believes that he is the god of the world that is Nu-Guardia. But, how exactly did the sociopath personality of Sirius Nightshade turn out to be what it was?
Approximately 30 years ago, Sirius Nightshade was born. He was born three weeks premature, and He was a C-section, to his mother, Clarise Nightshade. His father, Lawrence Nightshade, was in the room as she gave birth to the handsome baby boy. Even with his handsome looks, there seemed to be something…emenating from him. A form of evil that could not be explained, making just about anybody uncomfortable within his presence. Realizing the evil that was within this seemingly harmless child, Lawrence bolted shortly after he was born, leaving the mother and her oldest son, Robert Nightshade.
Time went by, and Sirius grew older. By the age of five, his hair had grown to shoulder length in a dark black shade. His black eyes became more evident. He was becoming more and more evil by the day. His older brother kept his distance, but Sirius’ mother loved him more than anything in this world. She would always speak to him at night. She said he would be somebody. That he could make something of this world, and the evil that everybody else saw was simply not there.
Sirius continued to grow under his mother’s cooing and guiding voice. He tried to be a good little boy like his mother and older brother said. He tried to be like the other little children. That ran about the school playgrounds and across the city streets, without a care in the world. The little brats with snot flowing down from their nostrils, their tiny brains lacking any comprehension and common sense. Their lack of any form of intelligence is what agitated the youngling. While being an outsider and a strange child, he was also a complete brainiac. How he obtained such a vast intelligence to have the ability to read and understand college textbooks by the age of five is yet to be known. His parents were of average I.Q., as was his brother.
This great intelligence only increased Sirius’ agitation towards the children of his age. To Sirius, he was superior to them, and even his elementary school teachers. While they taught the children basic math when they were in the Second Grade, Sirius was already past college-level in reading and virtually every other subject known. By the age of eleven, he was deemed the youngest person of that time period to enter a Grade A college. His mother was oh so proud of him and his achievements at such a ripe age. The boy only replied with a snarl. Even in college level classes, he still felt superior to the people several years older than himself. The evil within himself slowly began to invade his thoughts. All of these inferior beings…could be brought under his control with such ease. All it would take is some carefully timed tactics…
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Post by Sirius on May 30, 2014 20:25:29 GMT
Years would go by. By the time he was fifteen, Sirius was already out of college with a Masters degree. His intelligence continuously grew, along with his underlying insanity. Oh, how these inferior beings should simply kneel to his feet, and beg to be spared of his unforgiving blade into their soft gullets. How good it would feel to have crimson red blood spray all over the ground. Even his dreams began to be filled with these images, and that was when his family would hear laughter in the dark of the night. Robert and Clarise, never had a clue about Sirius’ decreasing stability.
Being out of college and having nothing better to do seeing as his superiority complex left him with very little friends, the teenage Sirius began to partake in ungodly things. He would tell his mother that he was going to hang out with some friends of his, when in reality he was going to a secluded area to partake in dark magic. Eventually, continuous use of his dark magics resulted in him inadvertently calling forth a greatly powerful demon. He would only go by the name of Bane. Once a leader of hundreds of legions of demons, and a decorated Admiral. However, his uncontrollable drinking habits eventually lead him to be stripped of his stature, and left to roam about the demon world. In roaming, he sobered up due to nobody giving him any form of alcohol. When he was called to the earth by Sirius, Bane only looked him over at first glance. A very strange character. Upon first glance, he only looked like your average suicidal teenager. But he simply oozed evil, and it made the demon gleeful. The demon eventually decided to reside within the teenager’s body, forcing himself within the male’s mind and eventually stagnating there. This new guest sharing his mind only fueled Sirius’ sociopathiccc tendencies, resulting in the male rapidly spiraling out of control. He continued to delve into the dark magic, where Sirius began to obtain knowledge of shadow manipulation. Gradually, he continued to hone in that skill until he could finally master it many years later.
Clarise Nightshade was finally beginning to worry about her beloved son by the time he reached the age of 16. He did not have a job, no friends that stuck around for more than a day, and he was beginning to return home in the A.M. hours after leaving just when the sun began to hide between the mountaintops. The line was drawn when one night, Sirius had taken the knife given to him on his eighth birthday as a gift left by his father when he abandoned the family, and went up to his room. Slowly, painfully and methodically, Sirius stabbed the sharpened knife only an inch beside his right eye. He carefully created a clean cut, all the way down from that particular spot to his lower jaw. He did not scream in pain, or even whimper. He only laughed, as he stared at himself in the mirror, crimson blood completely covering the right portion of his face, dripping onto the hardwood floor of his room and forming a puddle. Yet, through all of this, he still felt that something was missing. Something was stopping him from reaching his full potential. When he returned downstairs that morning, his untreated wound had miraculously not become infected, and the pain had stopped. However, dry blood covered his face. He didn’t even bother to wash the knife until that afternoon. Her mother could not believe what she saw when he came downstairs. Immediately, she called her oldest son to look at the cut. Sirius made the argument that he had accidentally fallen. While his family was not nearly as smart as he was, they were not completely asinine either. The cut was too clean to simply be from a bad fall or scrape. His mother proceeded to scream profanities at him, slapping him across the bad side of his face.
“How could you do this to me?!” She would scream, “You’re such a smart man, and yet you act like an asinine teenager!”
Another, much harder slap to the face, and she stomped away, tears welling up in her eyes. Robert only gave Sirius an angry glare before walking away as well.
Sirius took a moment to stand in the room that they had angrily stomped out of. He allowed his hand to lift up, and feel his throbbing cheek, where he had been slapped. He was not upset, sad, or disappointed with himself. His face was filled with curiosity. His mother had never screamed at him before, much less slapped him across the face. His curiosity eventually spiraled into deep anger. How dare she touch him like that! How dare his older brother even LOOK at him in that manner! They had absolutely no right to do such a thing. They were…They were…
Inferior to him.
That was it. That was what was stopping him. Why had he not seen it before?! He was within a family filled with asinine idiots, who did not deserve to live under the same roof as him. Robert was 28 now, and he was only working at some fast food joint. He dropped out of college as a freshman there, and never returned. His mother was in her early 50s, crows feet and wrinkles invading her once soft and precious and face. She was on the verge of retirement. Sirius was young. He was full of life. He was athletic and had power in his body and in his brains. He had everything that those two didn’t have. He finally understood what was holding him back from reaching his full potential.
He had to kill them.
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Post by Sirius on May 30, 2014 20:25:54 GMT
He didn’t need to plot their deaths all that much. He wasn’t going to try to hide anything, really. Nobody would suspect it to be him, and the police would only think he was dead somewhere as well since he was planning on falling off the grid as soon as the deaths occurred. It only took him a minute to figure that part out.
As he rapidly began to formulate the plan in his mind, a smile on his face formed, growing wider and wider with each passing moment. His knife was fastened to his belt tucked safely away in it’s sheath. His hand slowly rested upon the sheath. The invasive thoughts continue to swirl through his head. Before long, he was not even in control of his own actions as he walked out from the room and cautiously into the backyard.
Robert was standing out there, arms crossed. His feet rested idly on a pair of rocks, his gaze focused up into the sky. Fog had rolled in, causing for opportunity of sight to lessen. It had been like this all day. The clouds were a dark, menacing grey, as if rain droplets were close to falling out from the sky. The darkened skies seemed to represent the tragedy that was about to come. Clarise was in her room, sitting on the bed, sobbing silently.
Robert let out a loud, exasperated sigh. His face was contorted into a frown. His eyes were dull. He seemed much older than 28, solely based on the stress. His younger brother was better than him at virtually everything. Sirius was more athletic, more handsome, and much smarter. Jealousy was something that crept into Robert’s mind all the time. But he would never even think of acting on it.
Sirius smiled. He slowly, silently, walked out from the back door and onto the backyard. His bare feet met the dew soaked grass. The hand that rested upon the knife’s sheath flicked up, opening the sheath. In one smooth motion, Sirius’ hand grasped the knife and pulled it out with great expertise, while still obtaining silence. Sirius crept closer to his older brother, his pitch black eyes seemingly glowing with anticipation behind his thick black bangs. Once he got within breathing distance of Robert, he abruptly stopped. There he sat, in silence for a few moments as he watched his distressed brother become lost in thought. Sirius glanced up towards the dark clouds, as they began to elicit water droplets. Rain fell down onto his body, drizzling at first but gradually turning into a downpour. His glance fell back to his brother, as he lifted his knife until the cold blade rested against his shoulder blade. A slight jump came from Robert, and Sirius finally opened his mouth.
“Beautiful day to die, isn’t it?”
Before Robert could move, or even turn around, the sharpened blade of the knife swiftly slashed across his neck, cutting deep into his jugular vein. He tried to speak, but all he was met with was crimson red blood sputtering from the open wound, splattering onto the ground below and giving the grass a red paint. The down pouring rain soaked Sirius from head to toe, his bangs now sticking to his face, his clothes to his body. But all he could focus on was the beautiful sight of his brother slowly dying. Robert fell to his knees, his hands clamping against his throat as if trying to stop the continuous bleeding. In response, Sirius lifted his dark black boot, and kicked his brother hard in the face, forcing him to fall onto the ground as blood continued to spill on the ground. His struggle only lasted for thirty more seconds, and then he was finished. His blue eyes glazed over, and his body went limp.
For the first time in many years, Sirius actually let out a laugh. A genuine laugh, that had him doubled over with his blood soaked knife in his hand. His laughter, along with the sound of the powering rain thudding against the ground, brought forth his mother. Clarise walked out of her room, her eyes finally dry of tears, to look and see what her two sons were up to. What she would find was gruesome, and would cause even more tears.
Her first sight was Sirius. His hair matted against his pale face and partially covering his eyes. His face wound, now forming slowly into a scab. His laughter echoed to the mountains due to it’s loud noise. The knife gripped tightly in his hand, quietly dripping with crimson blood. In fact, the whole ground beside him was plastered in blood. Then she saw Robert. He was sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide open and looking up at the dark skies. Blood gushed from his neck. It didn’t take her long to fully realize and accept that her oldest boy was dead.
When Sirius heard the loud scream of his mother, his laughter ceased and his head jerked to look directly at her. The tears that had only just dried on her cheeks were returning in a much greater amount. She fell to her knees a few feet in front of him, sobbing uncontrollably.
“How could you this to your own BROTHER, Sirius,” she screamed to him through her tears, “You were such a good boy when you were little! What’s happened to you?!?!”
She looked into his eyes, as if awaiting an answer that may stop her tears. To say this was all a joke, or a big mistake. Even an apology from her son. She would not get any of that. He only smiled, and chuckled softly. He stepped towards her carefully, as the downpour now soaked her. His boots pressed down against the wet grass, and he moved until he was standing just over her.
“Oh, mother,” He responded gleefully, “I was never good in the first place. You were only too naïve to detect the evil that resided within me all along.”
His hand moved swiftly. Within a moment, the knife had entered his mother’s chest, stabbing straight through her already broken heart. She screamed. His blade continued to yank out from her body, and be shoved back through at some other spot of the body. He continued this process until there were at least twenty stab wounds all across her torso and head. When he was through, he shoved her broken body to the ground so she lied on her back. His right boot lifted up, and then came crashing back down onto her head. The sickening sound of bones breaking and blood splattering everywhere sounded as he crushed her skull and brain into pieces underneath his powerful stomp. He allowed his boot to grind into the ground that her head once resided in for a few more moments, before lifting his foot back up and placing it next to the other, albeit dripping with blood.
The rain continued to wash away the blood that was gushing from her multiple stab wounds. The dress she was wearing was filled with rips and drenched in water and blood. There was no longer any sign that she ever had a head on her shoulders, with the exception of one, completely intact eyeball.
Sirius laughed. “Oh mother, how beautiful you look.”
He then lifted his dripping wet hood up, veiling his face from any out looker. He stood for a moment to allow the rain to wash his knife until it was shiny clean, before placing it back into his sheath. And then, casually, he walked inside, and right back out the front door, as if he were leaving for only a few moments. There was one more errand he would have to run, before he could officially begin branching off and becoming a god to these people.
He would have to find his father.
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