TypingTom
- Weakness
I have always been called weak, ever since I was a small child. Maybe it's because of my tongue, or my height, or my personality. Whatever the cause I will get stronger and prove them all wrong, oh so very wrong. But I will not stain my hands as a vigilante or as a warrior, but as a soldier of justice and all that is right. For I make this vow now, to all those who have belittled me and especially myself. I'll prove them all wrong someday... someday.
TypingTom
- I Don't Need Your Pity
The boy was backed into a corner, gripping tightly the silken black hair on his head. "Pity?!" he screamed, "I don't need your pity, I don't need anybody's pity!" Tears fell down his snowy white skin, as he was tortured with the paranoia of his own mind. The non-existent jeering of his peers rang throughout his ears, like gunshots in the early dawn. Soon, he passed out, not being able to cope with the stress of the ungodly power that lay dormant inside him.
TypingTom
- The Price of Glory
For what is glory," he asked, "without loss? For what price must you pay to earn that glory?" He stared into my eyes from above as I knelt below him, feeling the terror as if I were talking to a god. "Glory can only be obtained through that of sacrifice. The sacrifice of blood, the sacrifice of those whom we love, or the sacrifice of dignity and righteousness. These are the three main ways to obtain glory my child, so I ask you now, what will you sacrifice?
