Today, the birds were singing a joyful tune, and the trees wistled in unisen with them. The sky was bright and clear, and the weather was perfect. Today was a perfect day; A perfect day for something to go wrong. It all began in a small neighborhood.
Houses were lined up in rows of 15, all looking the same: Same lawn, same structure, same ugly, browncolors on the walls, inside and out. People could get easily lost trying to find their house, but there was one that stood out from the rest. It was smack dab in the middle of the row of houses. Pink flamingos flooded the lawn, each looking different. Some were in perfect condition, but most have some kind of damge, whether it be chipped paint, bent or missing metal poles, or chunks of plastic torn off. But what made this house so unique was it's residents. No, they weren't kind or sweet. In fact, they were the complete opposite. People often refered to them as demons in human skin.

They were a married couple, who would always bicker and fight about the smallest of things, and it would be something new everyday. They could fight about having a messy bed one morning, then yell at eachother, because they didn't have enough food in the pantry. Families would often leave that neighborhood, or cover the children's ears whenever they started fighting. And yet, they were a couple, and even parents. They had one child, a small boy with the unfortunate fate of having them as his mom and dad. Because of all of their fighting, he had to learn everything on his own. And when he came home from school, he would get yelled at for no reason then his parents wanting to blow some steam off. He would try to avoid them as much as possible, trying to confront them as little as possible. This is what led him to run away from home.

He laid in his bed that night, until he could hear snores coming from his parents room. He quietly sat up in his bed and checked the clock next to his bed. It was 1:23 am. He stood up and opened the backpack sitting next to his bed, checking to see if he had everything he thought he needed: Flashlight, boxes of Granola bars, a swiss army knife, a blanket, a couple of water bottles, and his dad's pistol. Everything was in order. He closed the bag and swung it over his shoulders. He walked towards the entrance of his room, then looked back at his room. The bare walls, the small bed and dresser, the stacks of books in every nook and corner. This would be the last time he's see any of this. He then looked at the small, damadged and patched up bear resting on his pillowcase. It was the only gift he ever revieved. He quickly picked it up and, cradling it in his arms, then closed the door to his room.

He walked down the wooden stairs, stepping in what seemed to be random places on each step, but was chosing each spot becuase it would make the least amount of noise. He walked towards the kitchen and grabbed an old receipt left on the table and a pen. He started to write, telling his parents that he left, and how this has been his wish from the very beggining. He also wrote that this would make them happy, and stated not to come find him, which the probably wouldn't do in the first place. He signed it, then walked to the front door opening it, welcoming the cool breeze of the outside, welcoming him to freedom. The closed the door behind him and walked to end of the driveway, looking up at the house. The house that imprisoned him, took away his freedom, and created the worst 14 years of his life. Now, he could finally leave and escape. He smiled and whispered, "Goodbye, prison. Hello, Freedom." He began to walk down the sidewalk towards the city, as the streetlight lighted his path.

He made it the the edges of the city, and looked up at the sky. The sun was starting to peek out. He needed to hurry now, before someone found him, and brought him back to his imprisonment. He started to jog down the empty city streets, looking up at the stores he passed by. He then stopped, and looked down an alleyway, that was surronded by a cigarette shop and a bar. Not the best place to crash, but it would do. He walked down the alleyway, and found a pothole that led to the sewers underground. A weird spot to put one, but he didn't judge. He kneeled down, and popped it open, moving it with all of his strength. He went down the metal ladder in there, but before he reached the bottom, he pulled the cover back on top, so no one could find him. He jumped down the ladder on to the metal surface. He looked around at his new home. Sure, it smelled gross, garbage was everwhere, and there was no food or water supply, but anything was better than his old home.

He sat down, and took his backpack off, pushing a little off to the side. He opened it up, and took one of the many granola bars out, eating it up. "So, this is what freedom feels like." He said to himself, as he looked around. "I like it." His words echoed and bounced off the walls like a kid who had too much sugar. Then reality started to hit him. Questions rushed throufh his head. What if I run out of food? What if I have to leave? What if somebody finds me? What if I have to go back?! I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK!!! He knew that his little paradise wasn't going to last. And he would have to go home one day. No, there was NO WAY he would go back to that hell hole. He clenched the stuffed bear tighter in his hands. He then got and idea on how he could still be in paradise, but without the fear of going back home. Through Death.

He ruffled through his bag and found his dad's pistol. He held it in his hands, memorizing each piece of metal as he turned it over and over again. He thought about the pros and cons of living, and no matter what pro he came up with, at least 3 cons shot it down. He made up his mind. He loaded the gun and pressed it up towards his head. He began to sweat, rethinking his plan, thinking there must be another way, but nothing came to mind. This was the only way to be in paradise. This was his one way ticket to freedom. He held his bear close to his heart and kissed it on it's forehead. He took one big breath, as he knew it would be his last. He closed his eyes. Then, he pulled the trigger, and fell limply onto the metal floor, the gun echoing through the empty walls.

Loud, pounding footsteps echoing in the distance of the sewer walls, getting louder and louder, as if something was coming. A man emerged from the darkness, and quickly kneeled down next to the boy. His hands shook, then his whole body followed. Tears feel down his cheecks as he craddled the boy in his arms. He started to cry more, tears falling on the boy's lifeless face. "Why? Why did this have to happen again?!" He shouted, as if he was awaiting a response. After a a minute or two of tears, he felt something move in his arms. He looked up to see the boy's eyes move. "What?" He said quietly.

The boy's eyes opened and looked around drowsily, until they met the man's eyes. The man stared in disbelief, as did the boy's. They stared for what seemed like hours, but was more like a few seconds. They boy quickly reached for his bag, his bear still in his arms, and ran away from the man. The man stood up, and watched him leave. As he was running away, questions ran through his head: Didn't I just die? How am I alive? And who was that man?

(End!)

That was a lot longer than I expected! XD

Anyway, what do you guys feel about this? Did you like it? Would you want to read more? And if you have characters you would like to see in this book, please tell me! I want to have your charas in the next Chapter!

re// Aw, thank you! Most of these are for people on another social media. They take forever but they're fun. ''^^

I've been thinking of doing a couple design trades on here but idk if anyone would do one. X3

Gaaaah! This was really well done!
I soooo want to be a part of this if I can!
You did really well building to the end, and I would love to see more!
I'd like to drop ocs in too, but most of mine don't really look human with one power to fit in the universe... except one but he'd be a major trouble maker

Re// Would you ever be interested in doing a design trade? I get it if you're busy, I just like doing these. X3

Re// Hmmm...I'm one of the weird people that likes to make ny OC'/ overattractive and then have crushes on them (omg no judge I'm super weird. X3) So maybe like, an attractive male (yes I said that). I mean, I like to give people a lot of free reign to express themselves with things like this, so literally go crazy. Make him however you want, just maybe a lighter skin tone? I'm terrible at dark skin. X3 Seriously though have fun with it. What would you like?

*OC's
Ahh why is it so hard to type on my phone. "^^

I can be more specific if you'd like.

Reply: Well, he doesn't have a super power per say but #AsherPierce is an elf. A mythical being.
I mean #RonahreeValley is also an elf but can change into a wolf. But I'd rather his adventures stay in my gallery.
Both are pretty big handfuls with offensive attitudes.
But #JophetMaven is more manageabable.
He could join and I could limit him to one power if it would help since he's a djinn.
(Sorry for long messages)

Awwwwww the story is so cool

RE: YUUUSSS I am

Re// i suppose like a stereotypical, intellectual Japanese boi wearing a school uniform? X3

Re// Sure! Any specifications?

Re: Thank you≥﹏≤

Re// that's great. I should be done tonight or tomorrow. :)

Reply: Ok.
I think Jophet should still look the way he does but limited to like force pushing.
Like he can move things with his mind I guess is a better description.

I finished your design. :3