(Note: I'm not the best writer, so forgive me.)

 

Prologue: Science, or Mythos?

 

In the beginning, the universe was nothing but a ball of energy, no thicker than half an atom. Then, one day, things changed. The liveliness of this orb-its vitality-gave out, it imploded, and eventually became what we see here. No, not the scribbles we read on an artificially made ink-absorbing page of paper or the dull lines on a computer screen. Everything we see here, the colors and visuals, the flavors and sensations that tantalize (or possibly repulse) us humans, or any living creature. From the delicate feather to the scorching blaze of the midnight star that hangs in our star system like a fresh orange in it's green tree.But what dose that have to do with our story? Why am I pushing science into you're face, even if you don't believe in it? Because that is part of the origin of this story all together. This place was made in a black, little test tube by the first God, but what happens after him? What happens when this entire universe that we are in is finished being built? What happens after he is gone? Who is our God after the last little white-coated man passes on? This, good ladies and gentlemen is the documents of an Angel, a white blood-cell so to speak, protecting this dear land created by many God's.START TEST RECORD UNIVERSAL DATE AND YEAR: JUNE 8TH, 2013, 13.77 BILLION YEARS.

 

Chapter I Profile of the next.

 

"Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt." The alarm, with it's cliché, average sound went off like normal coming from the parent's room. "I'm glad I don't have to use a freaking alarm just to get up. But then again, I'm already perfect, so why would I?" A sweet, but boastful and almost cocky voice murmured from inside of the bathroom. A small hum came from the steaming room as the door opened to it's chambers. The pale blue painted walls and white tile were accompanied by a near ghost-toned white fog as a young girl, no older than sixteen at the highest stepped out, towel covered and her skin still wet with boiling hot shower water. She had very light brown, almost blond, long hair and crystal blue eyes. A light skin tone stained her skin, although it had developed a small tan onto her shoulders. A black, bold fonted title appeared on her left shoulder reading "Pride", a tattoo that her father had given her back when she was young."Honey, this won't hurt at all..." Her brown-haired father who had a light tan cradled the needle in his hand like that of a baby. This very same child, who we were looking in at earlier now sits in a tank top and jean-shorts. Smaller, younger, and tied to a tattoo parlor chair. You could hear a shrill scream as the black, little letters were etched into her skin. She couldn't stop screaming. Eventually, the police were called and the father arrested for illegal tattooing of a minor and child abuse."Honey... Let me get that taken off of you... It will hurt a little, but then you won't have to live with that ugly thing disgr-""No! No more. I lost daddy, but at least he gave me something to remember him by! Besides... I don't wanna hurt again mama..."The blond hared woman with stress-induced wrinkles and crows feet on her face looked upset, aged with anger and distress from all the court cases and angry people who yelled at her, called her a bad mother. Her long, blue sundress with white floral patterns was covered in a load of stains, the whole of the affair had run her far beyond ragged. She slapped the child, now a little taller, a little older, dressed in a pink dress with a black bow across the midsection. She flew backwards into a pile of chairs, stacked up next to a door in the empty mess hall."Why did I remember those dreadful pimples to this day?" She sighed, seeing the black etchings in her skin. She walked into her room, which was adjacent to the bathroom. The light-blue fabric of the carpet was slowly dripped on as the water from her legs rolled off and fell to the floor with each step. She sat on the bed by the window which had a decent view of Lone Mountain. Not much of a beautiful spot, but it's better than a view of nothing.

 

"Perfection gets rid of any imperfections..."

 

She slipped on her short, pink pleated dress and a black vest. Next, a T-shirt, pure black with half-sleeves covering her arm and being supported by straps. Then, her white arm covers, they covered about half of her lower arm, bleach white with black cuffs.

 

"Right over the wrist... Come on..."

 

She continued to fuss with it. "Perfect!" The bottom cuff sat just below the wrist. She then preformed the same action to the right arm "Almost ready to be even better than I already am..."

 

She quickly stepped over to her little cubby by her room and produced a pair of pink knee-high boots. The bottoms had black, but the rest was light pink with the exception of a dark pink strap and a red diamond that appears at the top front of each side. She put on a pair of black knee-high socks with two pink horizontal stripes, then the boots. "More than perfect. Like always." She then returned to the bathroom. She never wore makeup, but her hair wasn't the nicest thing to her sometimes because of it's length. She brushed it, putting a few bangs in the front then braiding a little bit."You look like one of those Anime girls in that outfit: Short skimpy dress and weird hair!" Her first foster mom had told her."I don't care. You're not even my adoptive mom, nor will you be. Besides, I'm better than you. At least I don't have to rely on some rich guy to live my life." She responded to her with an icy cold resolve before returning to the dressing room, removing the outfit, then bring up to the counter and purchasing it.She left the bathroom and headed to the front room, it was a nice little area with a three piece brown couch and loveseat, a recliner, and a large T.V.. It had a odd shape to it, rectangle except for the openings to the kitchen and front door area, which made it look like a rectangle with a smaller rectangle and rhombus stuck themselves to it like para cites. On the wall to her left were two windows and on the farthest wall were the couches. The T.V. was right next to her.

 

"Far from what I should be living in. But it will have to do for the next few years. She sat herself in the loveseat by the window and grabbed the remote that was on the seat next to it, flipping through channels for a while before at the exact strike of the clock "Kainé. It's five-fifteen. Time for you to go to school." Her adoptive mother called out. Kainé responded with her usual "Thank-you ma'am." Before turning off the T.V. and approaching it to grab her phone... When it rang. "Ringing? But my phone never dose that at this time..." She ran to it, picking it up without checking the number. A shrill voice came over the speaker."Do you desire to have power? Power beyond all that your heart or human mind could dream?" The shrill pitched voice queried."I don't "desire" anything. Perfection is hardly a Challenger for me anyway. But go on...?"The phone made a sound like that of someone chuckling a little bit before continuing. "I offer you the power of God..." Kainé went to hang up the phone, but the person on the phone continued. "No, this is not a religious missionary call. I actually offer the power that only what you refer to as "God" could have. Should you accept, you will be tested for your worthiness-""I'm already worthy." Kainé interrupted."Don't be as rude with me as possible, young lady. I offer you greatness! Do you accept or not!?" The voice was obviously very irritated. "Well do you?" it asked again.

 

 

So Chapter I is done. I plan to start Chapter II today IF anyone wants me to. Give me tips, suggestions, and be patient. I'm not the fastest learner of how to write story's, so I won't immediately get better. I will repost the whole story after I'm done with it, after edits to the paper. Give me your thoughts!

Pretty good overall. Only things are: watch your grammar, as you got some flub-ups here and there, and also your spacing between lines. Some of those are askew as well. Also, the story is a little confusing; it sort of transitions through without any time to let the readerr know what just happened and what is happening now. Other that, well done.

Pretty good overall. Only things are: watch your grammar, as you got some flub-ups here and there, and also your spacing between lines. Some of those are askew as well. Also, the story is a little confusing; it sort of transitions through without any time to let the readerr know what just happened and what is happening now. Other that, well done.

Yeah... Forgot to check the Grammar on some of it. I didn't even notice that "Parasite" Had been corrected to "Para Cite" as well as forgot to mention the flash-backs for this. Thanks.

(Finally got off my lazy butt and decided to write Chapter Two)

CHAPTER II: Chance at playing God

"Why, not? It's not like I'm going to die anyway. This is likely a Rick Roll or something. No one actually offers godly powers over a cellphone." Kainé's mind reasoned. Being a child of the internet because too few people in real life actually could understand her, she thought someone was using a common practical joke from the internet just to get a quick joke."Yes. I accept the offer, sir." Kainé spoke into the microphone of her phone. A large, high-pitched sound that only a creature of unnatural creation could utter screeched out of her speaker. It's pitch was so ear-splitting that it could make hair split in two as well. But as quickly as it came, the sound stopped."Well, then miss Kainé. Welcome to the beginning of your fight to become God." The voice said, then hung up. Kainé was about to say something, but the doorbell rang and door knocked at several times."Well, is Coincidence Day today or what?" Kainé opened the door, expecting to see some Girl-Scout who's way late for the deadline on her cookie delivery's or something, but as the hinges connected to the door swiveled it open, a young boy, pale skin, blond hair in a downward spike hairstyle and caramel brown eyes stand at the door. His clothing was a black suit with a starch-white tie, little red stripes went across it. He held in his hand a small box, black and almost diamond-shaped. It had a small, reflective panel with a crack on it."My name is Demieu. The man of which you were so rudely speaking to before. As promised, here is your key to the chance of becoming this world's new deity." The child said, having almost the exact same voice as the person on the phone. Before Kainé even had an opportunity to reply, Demieu handed her the box, and dissipated into a mist of black smoke. All that was left of him was the odd box and the very odd smell of honey. Kainé looked to the box, then back to the spot where Demieu once stood."Wha-? Wh-I-H-Ho-How?" Kainé sputtered out of her mouth. "How is that even...possible? Who was that!?" Kainé was so confused and in utter disbelief of what she just saw. "I-I ca-can't believe it... Cou-could that have been some sort of.. angel? Or some kind of deity? No... This.. This is just a crazy dream. But... no one like me should be ever having a dream like this..." She decided best way to test if she was awake was the cliché "Pinch and if it hurts, you're awake" idea. She pinched herself on her left arm, it stung and left a little red mark on her arm. "Cliché, but effective none the less..." Kainé thought, taking her attention off of her arm and to the box now."I can't really find out what he was right now... So onto the box, I guess... I probably shouldn't open it... Probably some kind of gas or drug to knock me out, I'm probably hallucinating already anyway, though..." She thought, almost pulling the lid open, she stopped herself. "Idiot... Don't let your one fault get the better of you..." she almost tried to force herself to put the box down and start heading for her bus, but her curiosity got the better of her, despite thinking that it was a horrid idea. She lifted open the lid, almost like a little treasure chest, it was lined in purple satin. Sitting inside was a small glove. It was black-dark purple hybrid embroidered with pink on each finger and the thumb to the part that covered the wrist, it was fingerless. "Beautiful..." She said, pulling it out of the box, it was a lot heaver than it first looked like. Puzzled, Kainé turned the glove over to see a small, silver coin. Rather flat, it had a little symbol embossed in it. The symbol looked like a capital "H" and an "I" were put together, then a small check on each side, the point connecting at each corner. A small dot sat in the center, and two, little squiggly lines came off of each side. "Ugly little symbol... But it's at least symmetrical... How funny would it be, if the little thing was actually able to grant someone the powers of a god!" She laughed, looked at it a little more, eventually decided to put it on. "Not like it will kill me or anything. I'm too perfect for that." She said, the glove at first being big, more suited for a adult male than a little girl, it quickly shrunk and refit to Kainé's hand. After seeing someone disappear into thin air like of T.V. or books, this hardly scarred her, but still, she jumped a little. The emblem on the glove began to emit a white light from the markings, which swiftly turned black and stopped."He he...." She uttered a little freaked out. "Okay, this thing is absolutely scaring me beyond what I though even possible..." She attempted to remove it from her hand, but it almost seemed like it has fused with her skin, refusing to come off. She scratched, pulled, and attempted to tear it off, but to no avail. "It's almost like it's part of me now..." she nearly screamed, all the freakishness of the hole situation finally pushing her to her limits. But knowing that if she told her adoptive mother what just happened, she wouldn't believe it and think I got the glove a wile back and never used it, and now is trying to psych her out. "I gotta... Keep... Calm... So, some sort of being of unknown decent called me on the phone, offered me supernatural powers, pops up at my door, hands me a box with a glove that would fuse into my body somehow, and disappears into a cloud of black smoke like an old timely magician. Nothing to freak out about, right? Right?" She questioned hersel-"I'm talking to you, narrator dude."W-what?"I'm talking to you. Now, this isn't something that I NEED to freak out about, right?"Uh... I can't tell you that... But how do you kno-"I don't. I just do this to freak out some guy looking into my world and trying to make money off of it." She laughed.O-OK, then... Can we get on with the story?"Fine."As I was saying before she broke the fourth wall... She questioned herself, wondering very well if this was going to cause complications to her life. As she pondered, she barely took notice to the ground shaking. Almost like tiny earthquakes, a few things started to fall off of her entertainment stand, like candles and other miscellaneous things set on it. When one of the tremors was large enough to knock her off balance a little, she finally took notice, she wondered aloud "An earthquake? But we never have those here... I wonder-" Her train of though was interrupted by one more tremor, followed by a rage filled roar, sounding almost like what you would expect a Dragon or another mythical beast to have."Wha-? Wha-what could that be?" Kainé's mind began racing. "The power of a god!". "Welcome to the beginning of your fight to become God.". "Do you accept it or not?" These words rung i her ear as her heart began to pound hard, ho hard, she could feel it in her fingers and toes, so hard the thought whatever was outside of the house could hear it. Kainé was frozen in fear. "This... This is real... I'm to fight to become God..." Her last thoughts until the roof of her house was ripped off by the head of a gigantic beast, it smelled of rotting fish and the sea. It was dark purple and black, it's scales looking like sandpaper. It had four heads and giant, sharp looking teeth. The creature in question is a Hydra.

 

Finally did Chapter II. FINALLYYYY.

Please note: I will be writting a new chapter and editing this post with it once its done. This is an update FYI for my few fans.

This is great, Crona! Like Firaga said, there are a few grammatical errors here and there, and it can be a little difficult to understand at times. Do you read through it when you finish writing? If not, I'd recommend doing that. It can help a lot! You can also ask someone else to read through, if you'd like. That aside, it's great so far, keep it up!

Edited September 1, 201312 yr by Black Star