Somewhere in the mixture of the dead and the already dead, the emotionless and the emotional, the careless and careful, the two unique and odd creatures had met on unfortunate matters and accidentally became two peas in a pod, inseparable yet nothing alike. The unfortunate death of a human and a fortunate place in time of the Grim Reaper had lead the couple to a rough two year trip to the Lubchenko Academy... and this is their story of some of those fortunate and unfortunate chain of events.
[ Warning: If you have a weak stomach, the first two chapters may appear to you repulsive. ]
Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 3:35 am
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[ Ａｚａｚｅｌ＇ｓ ＰＯＶ ]
It was another lonely night in England. School that day was just as ungrateful as any day before this date. School hasn’t been the same since his two best friends had left the country: Cas, the hyperactive poverty ripped human with teleportation as a power, and Eva, the slightly aggressive swimming in euros bloodlust human-vampire. A half blood. Maybe it would be different if they said they’d be back, but there was nothing. Cas left to go to a secretive academy to learn more of his power. Eva left to go pretend she was a human in some private human school. All for what? Sure, Azazel understood. They wanted to understand themselves better but Az was left to rot in the filthy suburbs of England along with the other drug addicted hobos. Life at home was better then Cas's but not by much... He fit where he was… at least his immediate family had something to do with him and didn't abuse him. That was one advantage he had among living in poverty with the rest.
Of course though, not every story has a happy ending. Your family can only support you so much before you start to lose it.
Ever heard the saying ‘stick and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt’? Well Azazel would beg a differ. Words hurt, but differently than any normal punch to the stomach. Sure, punches to the stomach don’t feel that great either. He could tell you. He knew how it felt all too well. His classmates didn't take too well with him smelling like old wood instead of some fancy cologne like the rest. They’d beat him daily, flush his head down the toilet and tell him that’s where he belonged. “That’s what you just are. A piece of s**t. Worthless. Pathetic. Why don’t you just do the world a favor and kill yourself with your freakish curse.” Punch him in the stomach twice and again in the groin and walk off as he cries on the floor only to get yelled at again when he is late for class as if it were his fault. Hell, even the druggies who were in lower poverty would spit on him.
Why didn't he just use his telepathic pain manipulation abilities to convert the pain away from him or back at the bullies, you might ask? Well the answer was simple, he couldn't. He only knew how to send small pains to people, nothing enough to make anyone back away… besides one that he couldn't explain how it happened or why but everyone assumed he did it. He killed them. However, due to the lack of evidence he wasn't punished for it legally, but it could be the reason why the bullies bullied him. It was also partial the reason he took the pain as it was given to him and didn't fight back. He believed them.
Day by day he dealt with the pain and confrontation of another bully rather it be adult, druggie, or classmate. In order to cope with the constant pain of his constant torture of the lost of his departed friends and bullying he resorted to drugs and as each day pass he felt the drugs did less to cover up the pain and in result resorted to harder drugs. Hard drugs aren't easy to pay for and even harder to pay for when you become addicted where you start to want it for the desire of wanting it and no longer for the getaway but the getaway does help. He had no choice. He was forced to steal and rip off other users… and he believed himself to be good at it… until one unfaithful day.
It was any other drug deal. Persuasion, intimidation. Whatever did the trick to receive the magic that took all this pain away, it was his love and joy. He walked the familiar dark alleyway searching for the drug dealer that was told to be here. The tall dark brick buildings towered over him, the only light coming from the small but peering full moon from the midnight’s sky. He carried a hoodie to cover his face and a dirty black trench coat to blend his body and make it more difficult to pinpoint him out in a group. He feared his mother and his younger sister finding him. It would kill them inside to know this is how he reacts to pain. In his mind, he felt it was better than listening to their words and killing himself, although that didn't stop him from desiring death. He figured it’ll be less painful to just die rather than suffer.
“Nice to see you to finally come around, Azazel. I was beginning to think you didn't like me.” A harsh and scratchy voice reached him, catching him slightly off guard and interrupting his thought process. He starred at the dealer for the longest second, taking in the faint details of the ugly man’s reflection. He shared yellow caked rotting teeth in a crooked smile and open wounds covered his face and every other showing part of his body. It was obvious from his appearance he used to be overweight, became addicted to drugs and forced to lose so much weight his body could not keep up with in such a short amount of time. His skin sagged like an eighty year old man, and that’s being offensive to the elder. In short he was repulsive.
The dealer was surrounded by four other dealers, two on each side. These were skinnier then he was, but two seemed to have worked out. Meth may have been an addiction, but so was their desire for muscles.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Howard.” Azazel felt himself snap at the repulsive dealer. “I would never be anywhere for you.. And for the last damn time, will you quit calling me by my name?!” He felt his voice raising. He hated his name being called when on a drug deal. He feared the beating he would receive when word got around, but the druggies thought little of him and cared even less.
Howard let out a small chuckle before he began in a scratchy voice again, “You honestly think we care?” he questioned the red head before chuckling with his group following in laughter. “You mean less to me then my own s**t. Please, don’t mistaken yourself for a value you’re obviously not. I wouldn't dare flatter myself to your existence.” Howard continued to inform the red head as the group slowly created a circle around the red head. “So, you want the deal or what?” The ugly man demanded.
Azazel sighed heavily. He felt his heart ache with the words the man spoke, like arrows straight into the heart forever meant to hurt and never meant to kill. The words cut deep within his body and he felt himself unable to respond besides a cough and a quick jerk for a nod as a yes.
“Don’t be a fool, Azazel. We can’t ******** see you. Speak, goddammit!” Howard yelled at Azazel.
“Yes.” Azazel replied in a rough tone. He was sick of being treated like this. Belittled for nothing, yet there was nothing he could do to stop it, to change factors.
After a hideous laughter from the man, inhaling a deep breath and letting it out slowly with a smile as if he were smelling Azazel’s emotions through his mouth. He seem pleased, “Of course. That’s why you came here. Look, Azazel, I’m not lowering the prices. You’re not the only one here trying to make a living. “ he finished with a straight face. “I’m not going to allow you to walk away from this with a crazy low price and get away with it. We’re sick of it, and we've came to the agreement you had your last deal.” He announced with his crooked smile as he pulled out a dagger from his pocket.
“I—I—“ Azazel stuttered, unsure what to say next. “I’m not tricking anyone. That wasn't my plans.” Lies. It was never not his plans, but he needed to get out of this… and alive. He looked down Howard’s arm, seeing it moved and then spotting the dagger. “What--?!”
Howard’s hideous laughter escaped his mouth once again, “Besides, I think it’s time you pay for your murder.”
“I never murdered anyone!” Azazel pleaded. He truly believed he couldn't have killed them. It wasn't like it was impossible for someone to have a heart attack while you were looking at them… if that’s even how the story went. Azazel had heard so many versions he began to forget which one was the correct one. “Like you've never killed any—“ WHAM! “Gah, ********!” he felt his knees joints nearly crack as they hit the concrete hard after two of the druggies behind him slammed their boots hard into the back of Azazel’s knees. He felt his head going forward before being grabbed at the neck by the ugly man in front of him.
“Shut the ******** up. Did I ask for your worthless opinion on the situation?! If I value you less then my s**t, what makes you think I value your opinions any more? I don’t! I hate you.” He said after he bowed down to see eye to eye with Azazel as he gripped him by the neck.
Az's hands went up immediately to hold the hand and push his face slightly away Howard's tight grip for breath, "Wait, I can pay you back! In full! Please, can't we talk ab--"
"Don't you start me with that bullshit lie! You said that last time, Azazel, and we've had it with your lies." Howard acknowledged before handing one of the druggies beside him the dagger then slamming his closed fist hard into Azazel's face. Azazel's entire body cringed and he instantly tried to protect his face by taking his forearms up and trying to pull away from Howard's hold. "You little--!" He began before looking at the two druggies that were behind Azazel as they quickly grabbed Azazel's arms and shoved them behind him. Howard picked his fist up again and landed it back in Azazel's face then again while Az struggled to get away. On the third hit, a crack was heard that broke his nose as blood covered Howard's fist.
"Wait... I can pay in full next week. Please, I'll do anything! Just... don't do this..." Azazel pleaded after feeling his nose broke as he fought back tears and the awful need to puke. The god awful smell of Howard and the iron taste in his mouth was not a good mixture. Howard with anything is generally not a good mixture.
"You just don't understand, kid, do you? You killed my friend. My friends are the closest thing to family I have. You want me to do the same to you? You want me to kill your kid sister Zakiya? Or how about--"
"Don't you ******** touch her!" Azazel hissed.
Howard laughed at Azazel's defensiveness. "No, I have something even better in mind. What about Caspian? You like him, don't you? Isn't he like your bestie?" he teased as he looked at the glaring face that stared at him back and jerked at the mention of Caspian. "Look, Gallagher, this is your choice."
"Then I choose for you to let me go and leave my family alone. We didn't bother you!"
"No, but you did and I'm not letting go until I get my revenge."
"No... no, I didn't." Azazel subtly shook his head while still being in the grip of Howard, "I couldn't. That's impossible! I don't even know how to!"
"Man, aren't you just full of lies?" Howard asked sarcastically amused with a glare. "Well, you did it, kid, and you deserve what you're gonna receive." Howard went on as brought his fist back up as Azazel instinctively tensed up with his closed his eyes and looked away. He looked back after a long second past when he didn't feel the weighted fist to the face. "I'll give you a deal, Azazel." Howard suggested, keeping his fist in the air. "You live during this beating and I might consider sparing your life." He smiled and Az waited. Something told Azazel there was more to Howard's promise then a beating. "but, I'm going to kill Zak or Cas, whichever one I find first. Of course though, after I bring them here to let them see what a failure you have become and let you hear their voice one last time before I slit their throat." Azazel gritted his teeth at the sound of Howard's deal. "OR, if you move after the beating, I'll kill you... and I'll take care of your family too." Howard's smile widen at the request.
"I rather die for them instead. Don't hurt--"
Howard let out a horrifying laugh before slamming his fist into Azazel's face unexpectedly, "You're pathetic." Az winced as his entire body trembled underneath the hit. "That wasn't a verbal choice, so don't make it sound like one." Howard brought his fist up again and forced it hard into Azazel's face. "You'll make the choice by your actions, kid."
"Please..." Az pleaded as tears started slowly coming from Azazel's eyes.
Howard punched him one last time before pulling his hand away and taking the dagger from one of the druggie's hand. "Go at him, boys." he announced as the two behind dropped Az's arm as anyone thew his boot into the back of Azazel's back. Making Az's face hit the hard concrete underneath them before the last one jumped in and kicked Azazel's stomach as hard as he could.
"I'll let you in on an insider too, kid. You survive, you'll be debt free and I'll let you have this deal, free of charge." The druggies stopped to let Azazel hear the leader speak. Az's face was in the asphalt as he cling one hand to his abdomen while one hand reached outward from his body attempting to crawl away "Continue," Howard encouraged before the followers began kicking at Azazel again, making Az fall to the ground again in a yelp in pain.
The men kicked, punched, and destroyed Azazel with everything they could with no intentions on killing him. The killing was essentially up to Howard and they knew that well but that didn't stop them from being hurting the fifteen year old boy. They never gave up, even as he scream, cried, and whined from the most agony pain he had ever experienced. He wanted it to end, prayed it would end. Sooner then later-- he just wanted to pain to quit. He had begged over and over in his screams for them to quit or end his life but the pleads didn't even seem to make them feel remorse. He hated his life, more now then ever.
They would kick his face, his stomach, his groin, anything and anywhere that could and would hurt they managed to hit it. Over and over again. His body began to swell with whelps and bruises covered his body. Cuts have even managed to appear all over his body where the repeated kicks managed to break the skin. The beating seemed to last forever, for eternity in Azazel's mind.
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Azazel was unsure how much time had passed but the beating seemed to be over with. No more boots to his face and the alleyway seemed quiet for the longest moment. He couldn't count the bones that might have been broken by now. He hurt all over to even feel the difference from a broken bone and torn skin. He couldn't even tell if there was a part of his body not swollen or bruise. Even his throat hurt just to breath. He had puked several times during the beating and was now soaking in it, unable to move and not really wanting to if it weren't for the thought that his family was next.
He lifted his head slowly as he let out a small groan. He didn't see the boots of the druggies that once surrounded him through his very cloudy vision and a feeling of guilt washed over him. They were already on their move. They were going to get one of the two people he cared for the most. No, he couldn't allow them. He had to stop him. He rather die then allow his family to be hurt. He forced his body onto his elbows as made a sad attempt to move his legs, being only successful in one. "Zakiya." Cough. The word came out like he was trying to swallow a brick whole. Hoarse and scratchy. "Caspian." Cough. Cough and then puked everywhere in front of him. He could taste the bitter iron in his mouth. If he didn't stop them, he was going to die before they got back.
He hadn't even managed a foot before one of the dealers saw the subtle movement of the surprisingly living being. "Howard," he said nonchalantly as he stopped his movement out of the alleyway and pointed to the being, "the poor b*****d is still moving."
Howard let out an annoyed grunt at the stubborn child, "Go ahead, I'll meet up with y'all later. Right now, I have to deal with this worthless piece of s**t." He motioned them away as he pulled out the dagger from his huge overcoat and walked toward the being. "You are one persistent child, kid." he acknowledged as he hovered over the body.
Azazel stopped moving when the dark brown boots made their way into his bloody and cloudy vision. He stared at them as he quit moving. He had heard a muffled sound of something above him. He could only imagine it was Howard but he couldn't hear a word he was saying. Something in his ears made it impossible to hear anything. "Kill me." he breathed in hard, as he mumbled a moan of pain, "Just... don't hurt them." Azazel muttered before he fell back to the concrete as he quickly felt black fade into his vision and his mind, completely unaware of Howard chopping off his head.
