see this is a story i wrote for my ooc wrath^^ cuz when i made him new humunculi were there..so i got wrath..here is the story..
wrath.....the sin of anger....ya that`s me....but i wasn't always like that... . my name was Arron...i grew up with neglectful father and a delusional mother.....they never could seem to hold down a job...and we were always shuffled from place to place, with noting but my father`s alcohol addiction and my mother`s hope that every thing would get better. but it never did. my mother ended up dieing when i was 10 and my father kinda just split after that. so i just stayed were my dad left me. and that was in an apartment some were deep in central. and i lived there till that faithful day when i was 17
see i was a teenage dad, me and my girlfriend Lacey, had a little girl named sara when i was 15, she was the was adoribal...at least what i saw of her.....
see when sara was 2 i became vary ill....i don't know exactly what i had but it was the death of me. when she would come to see me in the hospital my girl friend would constantly have to tell her i was her dad.....and i became angry......i was angry that i couldn't be in my daughters life more..i was angry that she didn't know who i was..... and then i got some shocking news......the doctor told me that i didn't have a chance...and to just go home and try to be as comfortable as possible...but i didn't listen..i wanted to fight to be able to see my daughter more...but you can see were that has gotten me.....
a week before my death my girlfriend had me brought back to my house..to that lonely apartment were i lived half of my life. i was weak and couldn't move...no less breath.......that was the most i ever saw of my daughter.... she was always right next to my bed playing with her toys or talking nonsense to me....i died the night she went to her grandmother house...
i don't know how long i was dead for..maybe a week or to...what ever time doesn't mater...... but taking that first breath of air let me tell ya when your lungs haven't bin working for a while it really burns when they start up again, looked around the room...it was plane and dull...like normal....but something was off..... i slowly sat up my muscles sore from lack of use....i sat there for a moment trying to blink the haze ...when i saw it....there was Lacey...her blood soaked the floor.....i jumped up instantly..but my legs turned to mush under me...and i collapsed.i crawled over to her slowly..by the time i got to her..her body was cold.. i gently picked her head up...she wasn't gone yet....she looked up at me and smiled...kinda like one of those cheesy movies.....she moved some of my now long black hair out of my eyes, but before she could say a word her face twisted in pain..and the smell of burnt flesh went threw the air....and she was gone.....instantly i dropped her only to see the bright electricity flow out of my hands....and in that dark of the night a wicked smile crossed my lips......the rage i felt..toward my self and toward Lacy....i liked it....i liked it a lot...
one of the first things i did with my new found life was go fined sara and make sure she was ok...for now she was with out her father and her mother....i guess it was some delusion of mine that she would be ok..but of course with my luck i was wrong
the first place i went to was Lacey's mother`s house hopping that she would still be there..i dare not enter the house for the fear that id give her mother a heart attack and that was all we needed...another death on our hands....so i went to the window...peering threw it a saw her mother..a box of tissues... ya know the whole crying kit when i saw the news paper spread out across the lawn...my curiosity took over....and i went over there...and to this day i wish i had stay put... when i piked up the news paper the first thing i saw was toddler hit by a drunk driver see more on page five....you could guess how frantic i was as i flipped the page.....and my worst night mare came true...it was sara.....she was hit by care the day after i died....and is now in critical condition and was put in a comma...she still is in it to this day.....and then there it was...that rage i felt....that glorious rage...and this time i decided to use it
wasn't till an hour later when i met pride and greed........this was after i went on my own killing spree.... pride instantly got on my nerves, iv never liked people who acted all high and mighty.....but when you know some one can beat you hands down...you just kinda learn to deal with it....greed was ok.....but man did that guy know how to tick me off when he wanted to...but hay as i said you learn to deal with it...
i dectited to go with them.... pride gave me the name wrath....and i couldn't help but agree...
hmm you know..iv never liked the sound of a heart monitor...i mean it has bin at least two years since iv died..ya think i would of gotten over it... well...Sara seems like she isn't coming out of it...i don't think she ever will....only one that is keeping her alive his her grandmother...telling the doctors not to pull the plug that she will make it threw this.....but i don't think she will...iv bin visiting her in secret for as long as she hasn't bin here and she has shown any singes of recovering....this is the most time iv ever spent with her...and she wont even remember it...i mean i sit here and read to her or tell her what`s going on and how im trying to keep my full temper under control when visiting her...but that is usually easier said then done...
