The Unnaturals

[chimera0010]

Epilogue
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The year was 1984 February; Valentine's day. A young woman sat in her living room and waited for the call from her husband. He was overseas. He was a marine. She was so happy, she had a family, a home, and a child on the way. Nothing could be more perfect. The phone rings and she talks. The conversation is typical....

pleseantries.....
touring the sites....
then bad news....

He admits to having slept with other women over in Okinawa. He asks for forgiveness, he tells her hes sorry. She hangs up not even saying a word. She becomes angry, filled with rage. Over nine months the rage builds, but still he is overseas. Then another call comes, from the man she called husband...he did it again.

THis time she cannot hold back. She screams, curses him. Begins to smash mirrors and throw furniture and fixtures. Crying she curses her child, holding a shard of glass from her antique mirror over the womb. She curses her child to hell itself cursing her husband for his unfaithfulness. But before the glass can perice, a hand pulls her up. Shes speechless, she is stunned. She stands before a cloaked figure, his face hidden under a good, but the cleft in his chin and his adam's apple is a good indication. He tells her that she gave her child to hell and so her child will be born half mortal, half damned. He places his claw like hand on her womb, and she smells burnt flesh. He drops her and goes back into the abyss. She holds her womb, the burn mark of the hand fading away.

She crawls to the neighbors, her water broke and her legs are weak. They call an ambulence. She goes into labor at the hospital. No one is there to help her through it but the doctors and nurses, no one is there for her to confess what happened. She cannot stop her child from coming, she cannot change what happened.

The child comes....
The child looks normal....
She holds the infant, thinking what happened was a bad dream....
Until a small tremor shook the hospital when the baby made his first cry.

The child of human and demon
One who will change the world
To save it.....
or..
Destory it....
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Chapter 1.

Growing up.

Years rolled by. The boy was named Raphiel after the hospital he was born in. He grew up like most children. He just was born with gifts. By age five it was clear he had the early signs of homosecuality when he kept waring his mother's close and reciting every line from most of the female roles in movies he had seen on disney. He also had the nack for making things happen when he gets mad and starts shooting off at the mouth. Later when he drowned he was saved by a weird phantom lady in the water, or the fact he survived many car accidents without a scratch.

His family were mixed about him. His father's side seen him as a unique and gifted child. They admired his artwork, though it was gothic, grim, and highly morbid...they seen it as a talent much like the workings of stephen king. They encouraged his artistic flare. Later his grandmother teaching him the bible and the chorus music for church to nutrue his mind and his voice. He was an excellent sopprano since he had the voice on an angel; the golden curls helped add to the idea. Most of his father's side was militant anyway, having jobs in the army, navy, ariforce, marines, and reserves. They learned that every one is born different and should be treated with fairness.

His mother's side however was different. They seen him as a black sheep. His three aunts and uncle were all money oritented. Snooty, spoiled, and always out to make a fortune by any means. His cousins were no better...well some of them were actually quite humble only because the twin brother of his father married the youngest sister of his mother. His grandmother however was a hard woman. She was born poor and married poor until she struck it rich and became one of the wealthyest women in town. She despised the poor and needy and never wanted to be reminded of it. When Raphiel came to visit, they passed him around like a baby who needed changing. His grandmother tried to spoil him but he showed different needs. Kids wanted toys, he wanted swords and other weapons. They wanted to play in the park, he wanted to learn to dance. They thought it was odd hed play by himself or he'd get into fist fights with his cousins. It wasn't until his grandmother seen him talking to ghosts in her priceless antique mirrors that she knew he was different and after that had him visit very rarely. Her moto was simple, if you can't conform to the views of society and be the upper crust, then don't come visit.

So he grew up weird as a teenager. He was an excellent dancer, vocalist, artist, skilled in martial arts and sword fighting. He let his hair grow long and dressed in fine black clothes that made him look like a blue eyes blonde haired prince. One would think he had the perfect typical life. That is until they met his father. He was a fat bloated drunk after he retired from service. He would often beat his child black and blue with the belt and cover him in full clothes to hide the bruises. But the boy felt no pain. This made him even worse since he could not make his own child cry from the beatings. He was fully convinced his son was the devil. So he would always beat his son every night, saying its god's will that the beatings continue.

He grew up humble, but discovered he had a gift to do things. Things he could only define as magic. He found he could do things. Make things happens, see things, know things. He dabbled on his own, using movies as refferences since he had no books to learn from. This made him worse with the locals since they were supersitious enough for country folk. It was not until his 18th birthday that all would change......
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dont worry guys i promise muscle growth but one must build up a good ammount of batter before you can start baking the cake.

[wolfram456]

interesting concept...though i wish you'd add more details to the story...but since its an introduction, its ok...

is it really an epilogue?

[imfit]

Interesting start. Nice details about his ususual birth, both sides of the family, and his feeling no pain. will be interested in seeing where you take this in terms of muscle growth and interaction with the family.

[chimera0010]

well ment to say prologue i never do get those right. lol well you'll see muscle growth and interaction but i am mostly trying to give information about how the boy's family sees him and the soon to be people he runs into.