Mint
lol
Decided to give RP storywriting a try, don't expect a De level story.
Mars was at civil war. Humans had finally managed to colonise the famed Red Planet, but limited supplies had caused an all-out civil war for those who had chosen to be the first group of people to colonise the Red Planet. A few of those people belonged to the Redd family, a rich family that had left live behind on Earth to begin anew on Mars. The youngest was Sirius, a young boy at the age of 9 at the time. He was in the middle of this total war, he had witnessed his father and two siblings die before his very eyes. His mother was now rushing him to an alleyway, where they would be safe. But that was not the case. A gang member was waiting for any unsuspecting people, trying to avoid trouble. The man jumped out of the alleyway, and shot Sirius in the right arm and left leg, and his mother right between the eyes. The man ran off with his mother's jewellery, Sirius screamed. He ignored his wounds, and limped over to his mother. Sirius called out for help, begging for someone to help.
But no one did. At that moment, when Sirius finally realised the true reality of this cruel society, Sirius' wounds overcame him, and everything went to black.
Sirius woke up in a cold sweat, making him think the whole scenario was just a nightmare from hell, but as he saw his mother's sand-covered corpse, he screamed, but quickly shut himself up as he realised war was still ongoing. He was now scared, afraid, and decided to hide inside a rather large container. Sirius jumped in immediately, with no consideration for what was inside. What was inside was pure radiation powder, leftovers from a nearby factory. Sirius screamed, he tried to escape, but he was too weak after the radiation hit him. His hair went white, as did his memories. He instantly forgot all the horrid memories that had haunting him. And soon enough, he went insane. Sure enough, a man came along, looking for goods, and they tipped the container over. As the body of the child rolled out, he winced, before going through more containers. Sirius glared at the man. And then looked out at the destroyed landscape, before muttering to himself...
"I am one of them."
"I am, a criminal."
"I am, a warrior."
"I. Am. Death."
Sirius glared at the man, grabbed his head, and to the man's surprise, dragged his head along along the wall at amazing speeds, and only stopped once the man's head was similar to the red dust that covered the surface. He grabbed the weapon that was in the man's pocket, a karambit knife, Sirius snickered. He instantly ran out of the alleyway, to look for more weapons, and found a dead man's body with a katana lying next to it.
"That could be useful." Sirius muttered, piciking it up. A gang, which the dead man belonged to, spotted Sirius, assuming that he had killed him. They all charged at him at once, but with one might slice, Sirius cut all of them in half, with blood pouring out of each disconnected part of the vertebrate, staining the surface an even darker shade of red. This continued, until the only life left on Mars was himself.
After months of wandering, Sirius finally found the spaceship that brought everyone to Mars in the first place. And after weeks of study, Sirius learnt to pilot the ship. Glancing out at the red surface one last time, Sirius blasted off, and soon, was surrounded by darkness. The malevolent child glanced out at a distant Earth, muttering to himself...
"Humans are a disgusting race. They are only fueled by their own desires and greed. Extermination is the only cure to this vile disease known as mankind."
Sirius looked in a mirror, and smiled.
"But this race is so much more interesting. Watching them fight amongst themselves enough amusement for a lifetime."
And for that time, the only thing heard from the cold, dark space was the gentle chuckle of a living genocide weapon in the making.
Mars was at civil war. Humans had finally managed to colonise the famed Red Planet, but limited supplies had caused an all-out civil war for those who had chosen to be the first group of people to colonise the Red Planet. A few of those people belonged to the Redd family, a rich family that had left live behind on Earth to begin anew on Mars. The youngest was Sirius, a young boy at the age of 9 at the time. He was in the middle of this total war, he had witnessed his father and two siblings die before his very eyes. His mother was now rushing him to an alleyway, where they would be safe. But that was not the case. A gang member was waiting for any unsuspecting people, trying to avoid trouble. The man jumped out of the alleyway, and shot Sirius in the right arm and left leg, and his mother right between the eyes. The man ran off with his mother's jewellery, Sirius screamed. He ignored his wounds, and limped over to his mother. Sirius called out for help, begging for someone to help.
But no one did. At that moment, when Sirius finally realised the true reality of this cruel society, Sirius' wounds overcame him, and everything went to black.
Sirius woke up in a cold sweat, making him think the whole scenario was just a nightmare from hell, but as he saw his mother's sand-covered corpse, he screamed, but quickly shut himself up as he realised war was still ongoing. He was now scared, afraid, and decided to hide inside a rather large container. Sirius jumped in immediately, with no consideration for what was inside. What was inside was pure radiation powder, leftovers from a nearby factory. Sirius screamed, he tried to escape, but he was too weak after the radiation hit him. His hair went white, as did his memories. He instantly forgot all the horrid memories that had haunting him. And soon enough, he went insane. Sure enough, a man came along, looking for goods, and they tipped the container over. As the body of the child rolled out, he winced, before going through more containers. Sirius glared at the man. And then looked out at the destroyed landscape, before muttering to himself...
"I am one of them."
"I am, a criminal."
"I am, a warrior."
"I. Am. Death."
Sirius glared at the man, grabbed his head, and to the man's surprise, dragged his head along along the wall at amazing speeds, and only stopped once the man's head was similar to the red dust that covered the surface. He grabbed the weapon that was in the man's pocket, a karambit knife, Sirius snickered. He instantly ran out of the alleyway, to look for more weapons, and found a dead man's body with a katana lying next to it.
"That could be useful." Sirius muttered, piciking it up. A gang, which the dead man belonged to, spotted Sirius, assuming that he had killed him. They all charged at him at once, but with one might slice, Sirius cut all of them in half, with blood pouring out of each disconnected part of the vertebrate, staining the surface an even darker shade of red. This continued, until the only life left on Mars was himself.
After months of wandering, Sirius finally found the spaceship that brought everyone to Mars in the first place. And after weeks of study, Sirius learnt to pilot the ship. Glancing out at the red surface one last time, Sirius blasted off, and soon, was surrounded by darkness. The malevolent child glanced out at a distant Earth, muttering to himself...
"Humans are a disgusting race. They are only fueled by their own desires and greed. Extermination is the only cure to this vile disease known as mankind."
Sirius looked in a mirror, and smiled.
"But this race is so much more interesting. Watching them fight amongst themselves enough amusement for a lifetime."
And for that time, the only thing heard from the cold, dark space was the gentle chuckle of a living genocide weapon in the making.
