Thor Blerster
"I'm the best in what I do, But what I do isn't very nice"
Beginning Of The Death Of Tomorrow
Prologue
Kagamino City December 1st 2012 11.00 A.M
Udarsha was walking along the road, minding his own business. It was quite a busy day to day. People were walking around the streets hurriedly trying to get themselves to their working places. Except for a few drifters, who were hanging around the street doing nothing but drinking sprits? Passing by all of them, Udarsha entered avenue 15 of Mason Street in Kagamino city. The street was not like the other. It was quite inhabited, except for a few folks who were living in the streets with Manson like houses. Looking at the only 5 houses Udarsha walked his hands inside his two pockets. He was wearing a black shirt, which had a small design on it. His jeans were dark blue in colour which glowed quite tremendously. He wore 4 friendship bands in hand. Each had a different colour and a different text on it, which made the person who wears it quite dashing. And on his lower lip, was a black colour piercing, which some people would refer as an emo fashion or a style. But Udarsha knew that he was no such thing.
Emo were people who are mentally down on themselves. They in other words, are quite emotional. People who are low-minded would have misconceptions about it. They would rather, take the incorrect concept and shun the people who are emotional, rather than taking the accurate concept. Emotional doesn’t mean that they cry all the time or they are cry babies. It means, that, they are down on them self’s. In theory, they hate their lives and wish they had never been born in this forsaken world called, “earth”. And as they hate themselves, they try to ruin their lives by cutting themselves or killing themselves. This was very suicidal. As well as trying to cut yourself.
“You should never go backwards in life. You should always go forward. Even in hardest and depressing moments in life. There would be a day, a day, where we would move to success in our day to day life. Still then we should never ever give up!”
80 percent of people who were emos were people with hard and repugnant lives. Those peoples day to day life is a misery. They could not think well of themselves. Every time they try to think of something well, tragedy befalls on them. Such were the life styles of these people. Some of them get abused by their parents. This is the worldwide fact, why emos are born these days in our society. And they are some, who take this, so-called, emo as a style or a fashion. This would lead them in their success, in finding opposite genders. So the opposite gender would immediately fall in love with the person. These kinds of things really does, sicken some people.
Trying to find away to go towards the other side of the street, he walked very fast. As he was walking, he met an old man in the age of 65-70 sitting on a bench, his hands on his face, which truly showed that he was crying. Udarsha who was a curious creature slowly made his way towards the man. By the looks of it the main was crying for more than 30 minutes or so. “Mister, are you okay?” he said gently and politely, as knew that he was talking with an old geezer. The old man looked up at him and said dolefully, “I married a 19 year old girl and...” he stopped and started to cry his eyes out again. Udarsha signed, “I see. So your having troubles with?” he started to end it but he was interrupted by the old geezer, who said quite excitedly, “Oh, no, I have an incredible stamina for my age. We make passionate love 25 times a day.” Udarsha who was stunned by this answer made a confused look on his face. “The fact is that I forgot where I live!”
“Love is deaf. Love is blind. Love is unpredictable. Love is depressing. Love is annoying. Love is...shit?...”
Chapter 1; The Coming Of The Insidious.
A woman was jogging along the pavement taking his early stroll along. It was 5.00 A.M in the morning. No one was up except some souls who were taking their morning stroll as well. Slowly increasing the speed she jogged and she came towards a bridge, which was in a shape of a circle. Slowing down, she turned herself towards the corners of the bridge which had a beautiful cement design worked on it. She crouched down and laid both of her elbows down on it as she felt a cold breeze flowing over the atmosphere. She smiled towards herself and just looked down. Towards her amazement, she saw a big white colour bag, laid on the side of the river. No doubt, it had flowed from the river where it had met it place to stay. Curiously, finding the small staircase from the bridge she started too walked down towards the river to investigate, what was in the white colour bag. Making his way to the side of the river, she found the bag, which she lifted up. She was startled by the weight of it. It was very heavy. Again the feeling of curiosity flowed through her veins as she opened it slowly and cocked her head inside it. Her own scream was the last thing she heard.
The newspaper was out. The Sunday newspaper. He was waiting still this day anxiously. The newspaper boy who was one of his friends always had the habit of giving the newspaper right towards his hands. As so in the past, he did in the future as well. It was Sunday. And they boy passed the newspaper towards him and left. He smiled and closed the door of his apartment. As he walked towards the chair; holding his paper.
Making himself comfortable. He lied on the chair. Taking the paper from his hands he started to read it. The headline was printed big. Even a person with low-eye sight could read the heading. The headline said, “The Crusades.” It said. Udarsha who was well versed in history and such was startled by the headline. Anxiously, he began reading the content. It only took him 5 minutes to read the article. It was about a cold murder. A person was killed and was teared or sliced into pieces, which the killer had put the pieces of flesh into a white bag. And a civilian, who had opened it, was killed as well. It is said that, the civilian who had seen this had got a heart-attack, as she met her final fate, “Death.” Slowly, he smiled and licked his lips.
“Death and pain are the costs of fun!”
Chapter 2; Fuck The World
The man black in dress was sitting on an altar. He was looking forward at the huge door in front of him. The door and he had quite a distance. The man was expecting someone. Anxiously, he waited still the person came. He was inside a huge place of some kind. This was filed with praying seats and altars. He was in the middle of it. Towards his back was a giant symbol of a cross. With a man stained towards it. The man knew, he was in a huge church. That’s what made his quest more the interesting. He knew that the Catholic Church was his enemy. He knew that it was because of the church, his siblings’ was killed. He knew that his parent’s last breath was taken from the church. And he knew his destiny. He knew that Christianity had made towards its final year. Thinking of this he stayed patiently, waiting… the door made a small creak sound as it opened slowly. A small south-Asian looking man cocked his head out of the door and made a glass towards the man in black. “Is it done, my son?” the man said with a darkish whisper. “It is done, master.” The small Asian man said in return nobly. The man grinned and stood up, saying, “Very good...”
Udarsha, who read no more if this brutal event trowed the paper away from him. He had no intension of continuing his reading. This had sickened him more than he intended. The way the person was killed was disturbing. Killing a person and throwing away he/her body is bad enough. But cutting it into pieces? That was brutal. But deep inside, Udarsha inner self, he knew he liked it. Doing such a thing would give him a great pleasure of feeling and so. But he knew that he should have his resolve working on. Than rather, thinking of cutting people in half. Thinking of cutting, he remembered that he had to attend an old friend’s birthday party today. Even though, it was a birthday party, there would be plenty of girls to play with. The birthday party would soon turn towards a sex party filled with group sex and stuff. Excitedly, he walked towards his room trying to get some new clothes to wear. Thus he knew that it was gonna be along day.
“Have you contacted are subordinate, my son?” the man asked his worker with a small smile on his face. “No, master, Not yet! Should I make my safe available to do it?” forcing himself a smile, the Asian man said slowly. The muster looked up at him with a confused look on his face. As he started to walk towards the Asian-man. Small step by step he walked. The Asian took 3 steps backwards as he hugged himself. “Why son, are you cold?” the master asked his worker still walking towards him. “No!” he shouted in a rough voice. The master smiled gently, as he slowly took his Zanpakatou, out of his hilt and aimed the blade at the man’s chest. The Asian who was a stout and small man, knew he could not defend himself. “Please no! I beg you! I’m sorry for shouting at you!” he said kneeling down. The master laughed, “I know you are, Jerome. I know you are. Yet, you are not privileged to go on with me in this mission, which I have been working for years. I shall ruin this human world towards the ground and burn everything with it. Then I shall take my revenge, from the.... Yes, I shall.” With that he stroked hard blows, straight towards Jerome’s neck, which his head fell towards the flow thumbing so as his body. The master looked at it, and in a moment he turned himself towards the cross and started to walk towards it. “No one can be trusted.”
“Trusting in someone is the same as depending on them. That is something the weak do. We have no use for it.”
Stepping out of his apartment, he looked at the road. It was empty. Checking he’s watch, he noted that it was 11.30 in the night. Exhaling he started to walk towards his friends house. Anxiously, anticipating a sex party. Drinking a bottle of coke he walked slowly. As he accidently bumped into a large man with a punk looking hair cut on his head. The man looked at Udarsha and growled. “What the fuck think you’re doing, ass hole?” he said spoke grabbing Udarsha’s collar. His accent was American and a rough one. Though he looked like a teenage punk. “Don’t use such strong words.” Udarsha said calmly, taking the man’s hand off his collar. The man stepped back and laughed heartily. “Big talk aren’t ya, bitch?” the guy said giving him a smile as he whistled. Udarsha, who knew what he meant, just forced a smile on his face. He knew that, people who were retarded swear a lot. And this guy was the exact.
The small whistle brought a gang of old looking with bizarre hair styles on their heads. Udarsha, who was well versed in these kinds of things, actually knew that these people were looking for a fight. “What’s wrong Taka?” one large looking punk with a piercing on his ear spited out. “This kid is acting big” taka laughed as he said. Kyle was exasperated by this. Even though he had an American accent and am American look, this guy had a name belong to Japanese or a Chinese. “No, he probably must be a mix” he thought scratching his head. “Whatcha thinking, boy? Let’s get him!” Taking said getting his spike knuckles from his pocket. “You don’t want to do this, guys” Kyle said calmly taking another sip from his cola. “Shut the fuck up!” said one charging his fits towards Kyle.
“Stop!” Kyle shouted as everyone stooped and looked at each other. “Just came from the dry cleaners.” He said taking out his new coat and placing it on a nearby post.
“They were helpless. They cried in agony. Yet, nobody came to their assistance. They had met an opponent way far beyond their comprehension. Yet, they were ignorant as well as arrogant. And they all were defeated. Their deaths felled in vain. As their inner parts, gushed towards the toilet gutters..as shit...”
Chapter 3; The Day After Tomorrow
On the altar of the devil up is down, pleasure is pain. Darkness is light, slavery is freedom, and madness is sanity.
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