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Bittersweet memories by =chinara:iconchinara:

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“How could you adopt this child, Walter? Didn’t you hear the rumours?”
“Rumours are rumours, my friend. He’s been with my family for two years now and I can assure you: Kraz is not evil.”
“How can you know?”
“It’s just like this. Isn’t it, my son?”
I smiled and looked at the man named Walter.
“Yes, father.”


“These filthy, arrogant rats dare to judge me! One day, I’ll smash them, crush them and rip those fools to bloody pieces!” A wooden puppet as big as a man crashed against the wall, I panted and stared at the thing I had punched and scratched until it nearly broke.
“...At least you learned to wait until you’re in your room, Kraz.” Father stood behind me and smiled.
“You’re making progress, my son.”
“...”
“We still have to do something about your... black aura, though.” He looked at my back, I knew there was something… something indefinable, moving... dark as the night. It always appeared when my anger exploded, when I was in danger...
“Well, change your clothes, Kraz... We’ll head to the tea party soon.”


“Dad... When will we arrive?” Michael wiggled with his little fists, floundering with his feet.
“Soon, Michael. How about you two play something?”
“Alright! Kraz, do you want to – OH! What’s this?” Michael stared at the silver orb in my hand.
“This? A birthday present, remember?” I looked at my brother, a little four-year-old boy.  
“May I play with it?”
“No.” I turned my head away, smiling.
“Oh, please, brother!”
“No, Mike. I won’t - AH!” A sudden pain let me scream; I dropped the silver orb.  Michael giggled and picked up the item, I rubbed my head and looked at him angrily.
“Don’t pull my hair!”
“Your fault. Why do you have such long hair?”
“Well, a habit. Now give me back my silver orb!” I wanted to grab my little treasure, but I hesitated.  My brother smiled deliriously happily, clutching the item tightly. I loved it to see him smile, with such innocence and purity... It always gave me a warm feeling when I felt awful. So I ended up patting his head, smirking.
“Never mind, just don’t drop it, promise?”
“Promise!”



“... We shouldn’t rely on that stupid major.”
“Why do you think so? If he hadn’t any qualities, why would anyone vote for him, then?”
“It’s obvious! ...”
I didn’t pay attention anymore.  I looked around, such a wonderful and giant garden... I turned my head to my mother.
“Mother... Can I look around?”
“As long as you don’t destroy anything...” She whispered and winked, I smiled and stood up.


I walked around, looking at the flowers and sighed. These two years had changed me, I felt... welcomed. I smiled, wandering to the tiled part of the garden.
“How are you, Kraz?”
I turned around and perceived a rather gaunt man, I knew him from the tea party.
“I’m quite fine, Mister Cromwell. How about yourself?”
“Well... It could be better...”
“Why is that?”
“As if you wouldn’t know...” Mister Cromwell mumbled. Confused, I stared at him.
“Sorry?”
“I know you’re the murderer...” He whispered and glared at me hatefully.
“The murderer of that incident five years ago.”
“What are you talking about, I –!” Something crashed against my face, I fell on the ground. What happened? My cheek burned like hell, I was in shock... And Mister Cromwell...
“...Why did you hit me...?”
“Why, you little brat? You killed the boy I wanted to adopt, that’s why!” The man stepped closer.
“Every time I see you with Walter’s family I’m reminded of what a wonderful life I’d have had with a son!” He grabbed my throat and pulled me upwards, I could hardly breathe.
“Confess! Tell me that you did it!”
“I... I...”
“Tell me!”
“I didn’t...”
“DON’T LIE!”
“... ”
“... So it’s true.” It was over. “I wish I could kill you...”
“Let go..!”
“But I can’t. ... At least I’ll to destroy your wonderful life! I’ll tell them that YOU are the murderer!”
“...You dare to...?”
“What?” Cromwell looked at me, surprised.
“You dare to threaten this harmony?” Everything around me was covered in darkness, I grabbed his arm with my hands and pressed until he screamed and squealed.
“I won’t let you do so!” My fingers dug deep into his arm until his blood spurted out, he lost his grip, but I didn’t fall on the ground again. It was like... the darkness held me gently.
“Let... let go!” Now Cromwell begged for it, he seemed to be in terrible pain.
“...” I couldn’t help it. I started to grin.
“Please... I’ll...”
“Would you shut up, scum?” As soon as Cromwell opened his mouth, some of the darkness poured inside before he could scream. Wide-eyed he squirmed around.
“You wanted me to let go, right?” I smiled. Slowly I pulled out one finger, but instead of relief darkness started to pour over his feet.
“One, two, three, four...” The more fingers I removed, the more blackness crawled upwards. Cromwell looked like he was losing his mind. Wonderful...
“Five, six, seven, eight...” He was drowning in the darkness, only two more steps he’d be dead...
“Nine, t – “
The light sound of something metal dropping on the ground let me stop.


I turned around. My silver orb...? But that meant...
“Michael...!” My brother looked at me, frightened, the eyes full of fear...
“B...Brother...?”
“I...”
“You’re not Kraz...” I was confused.
“... What?”
“Monster!” He glared at me, now with hate. It hurt so much I cringed.
“No...! No, it’s me! Kraz!” I stepped closer, smiling though I wanted to cry.
“Brother would NEVER do that!”
“But...!”
“IF YOU’RE MY BROTHER, STOP!” This hatred in his eyes... It hurt too much. I fell on my knees. The darkness subsided, Cromwell babbled senseless rubbish.
“Please don’t hate me, Michael... I won’t do it again... I promise...!”


“...What?” Kraz awoke. He was back to reality.
“... Keh... Just another painful memory...”
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Author's Comments

... A flashback of Kraz' childhood, according to the setting and background I've written. You can see that he was really dedicated to his brother. And for him he would even stop to let the darkness in his heart out...


Well, it's for `emmil's crazy writing contest [link] , again. I hope it's alright! I made it a little humorous and still frightening... but I didn't overuse violence or foul language.


I'd gladly take any comment or critics, thank you.


And for those who wonder how Kraz looks like... I'm working on something to show you how he should look - at least the back xD


Kraz is mine. He will always be.

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=ecokitty Aug 23, 2008, 10:07:38 AM
Wow...that was so good! :D Angst....is...win. X3

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Click for a kitty!
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=chinara Aug 23, 2008, 10:09:03 AM
Awww thank you! =D It's nice to hear that you liked it.

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[...] Then, one of them lowered his binoculars.
"That's hundred bucks for me, Scar."
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=Mayfire44 Aug 23, 2008, 11:42:20 AM
:) I really liked this. I can imagine how his eyes must look when he's so angry...

I want to know more! You should go write a whole book about Kraz, because I'd devour it in a day. You're very good at dialogue and I never lost interest. :thumbsup:

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My community club sponsor once said a very profound thing that changed my future forever:

"If I could write a book, I'd write The Key to Effective Parenting: or 1,001 uses for duct tape."
:iconchinara:
=chinara Aug 23, 2008, 11:44:58 AM
Awww... Thank you x3

And I want to. I'm going to. I WILL. x3 I'm still changing Kraz a bit around... or better: I try to get to know him.

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[...] Then, one of them lowered his binoculars.
"That's hundred bucks for me, Scar."
:iconmayfire44:
=Mayfire44 Aug 23, 2008, 11:52:47 AM
Oh, I love getting to know my characters! I try to imagine their conversations with people in real life and writing a lot helps (not to mention it's fun). You're going to learn a ton about Kraz over the course of this contest! :)

And the best part is that the more you learn about a character, the easier it becomes to envision and draw them. I can't wait to see and read more!

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My community club sponsor once said a very profound thing that changed my future forever:

"If I could write a book, I'd write The Key to Effective Parenting: or 1,001 uses for duct tape."
:iconchinara:
=chinara Aug 23, 2008, 11:59:16 AM
well, I intend to. And I won't let anyone snatch him away! Mine! D<

Indeed. I believe that is true.

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[...] Then, one of them lowered his binoculars.
"That's hundred bucks for me, Scar."
:iconmayfire44:
=Mayfire44 Aug 23, 2008, 12:20:32 PM
How long have you known him? Learning about characters is about the same as learning about friends: the longer you're with them, the better you know them. I've been with one OC for four years! We're practically going out XD

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My community club sponsor once said a very profound thing that changed my future forever:

"If I could write a book, I'd write The Key to Effective Parenting: or 1,001 uses for duct tape."
:iconchinara:
=chinara Aug 23, 2008, 12:30:16 PM
Hahaha, my oldest OC is wait... 7 years old now? But I gave her a face and a name 2 years ago. Kraz isn't even a year old.

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[...] Then, one of them lowered his binoculars.
"That's hundred bucks for me, Scar."
:iconmayfire44:
=Mayfire44 Aug 23, 2008, 12:39:42 PM
Are there any pictures of her in your gallery? I wanna see! Seven years is a loooong time!! Usually I forget about OC's by then, but I'm trying to pay them attention. :)

You and Kraz still have a lot of getting to know one another! August is still "young" too...I invented him in April or so. I probably need to try to get to know him better.

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My community club sponsor once said a very profound thing that changed my future forever:

"If I could write a book, I'd write The Key to Effective Parenting: or 1,001 uses for duct tape."
:iconchinara:
=chinara Aug 23, 2008, 12:49:44 PM
Well, tehre are. Lots of them. Her name's diart, people call her a Mary Sue - but frankly, I changed her. and goddamn it! Dx She was my FIRST ONE! Dx


Well, indeed. And I hope I'll never lose interest in him.

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[...] Then, one of them lowered his binoculars.
"That's hundred bucks for me, Scar."
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