PREFACE

 

Hi, my name is Liam Remmick and this is a story of how I killed my father; Steve Nazar— FYI he’s a douche bag. 

I guess if I'm gonna tell this story, I better start from the beginning. I could tell you not to worry about spoilers but I don’t give a damn if I spoil a thing or two. My mom; Shayla Remmick, left me at an early age, and ever since I have been catering for myself. She uh...died when I was ten so yeah, you could guess the rest.

Unlike other kids who have wonderful fathers, mine is an absolute asshole. He’s a douche bag, a fucking cunt. He fucked my mom and rejected her when she got pregnant—talk about hit and run. Instead of being a doting father, he became a father hell-bent on eliminating my mom and me; really nice guy, isn't he?—well he achieved his aim. 

Mom died fighting off and protecting me from the assassins Dad hired—father of the year. I know. 

Ever since mom’s death, I got dumped from one foster home to another till they got tired of me—I am what they call the full package.

After no one in Sina wanted a cutie like me, and the orphanage got tired of me, I now live in a cave. Instead of cockroaches, I have bats—I see that as an absolute win. 

Bats ain’t what you would call quiet roomies but I handle them nicely—I killed all of them. From baby to adult, they all perished, and as surprising as it may be they taste good when cooked. Mmm. 

When I'm not having bat meat, I go hunting in the forest. I hunt for mushrooms, snails, wild boars— but I haven’t caught any, only broken bones. I hunt for things that look edible. You can’t begin to imagine the shit I have eaten. Hey, don’t judge me. I'm an eleven-year-old living alone. You have no fucking right.

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A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready wielding a sword against a grey-haired man that is also in his fifties. The grey-haired man had a one-bladed scythe floating beside him with his hands folded.

“Each time we do this you are always the person whose back is on the ground, don’t you think you should give up?” the grey-haired man says with a smirk on his face

“This time will be different. I will wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Seth.”

“I will love to see you try, Steve.”

They both clash against each other. Seth swings his scythe aiming to slice off his head but Steve bends over as the attack cuts a little of his hair. Steve raises his knees in an attempt to shatter Seth’s abdomen but Seth counters using his arm to block off the attack. Sensing the immediate danger, Steve performs a backflip.

“Shadow Universal Bomb,” Seth says as he brings forth his hand.

A huge black energy ball forms in front of his hand. The energy ball has a mild rattling sound and Seth hurls it at Steve.

“Ten thousand swords,” Steve says and ten thousand portals open firing swords at great speed to counter the energy ball coming for him.

A great explosion occurs when the two attacks come in contact with each other.

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Hey, come back to me. This story isn’t about those two, it’s about me. You will still meet them, eventually. So do I have your attention now? Good! 

Tell me something, isn’t this a story you wanna see to the end? Well, let’s begin. Oh, I almost forgot, this story is called Shadow.