Ego Of A Reaper

Ch. 1: CURSED VOICES

Screaming, crying, yelling. They hate me. They fear what I've done

"MONSTER!"

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"CAGE THAT BEAST"

I didn't mean to. I never wanted this to happen. I'm just a kid.

I wake up. It was that nightmare again. Man..... why won't it stop showing it to me? So tiring. I stare at the Brick Ceiling of the old dirty church I was raised in. I get up lazily and stare into the mirror that rests near my empty wardrobe. Yup, still the 5'2 purple-haired boy I've always been. I've tried multiple times already. Is it even worth it? Should I just try one more time? Purple sparks come out from my palm but I shut them out instantly. Not worth it. I walk down the stairs that lead from my attic to the main hall. I see father Peter, a 40-year-old priest that took me in, even if it took a lot of convincing. "Good morning, Raven." He uttered my name in a disgusting hiss. Guess no amount of years living under the same roof is enough to change his mind about me. "Good morning, father" At this point, his words pass through one ear and come out of the other. "have you been trying to summon your weapon lately?" When the fuck will he let it go?

"no father"

"good. that cursed thing caused enough trouble already. Do you think you'll go to school wearing that?"

I look at my body. I forgot to change my pajamas. I dash up the stairs as I start taking off my clothes. I pick up a fairly new shirt and worn-out cloth cloak. I get back down for breakfast. Baked beans again. I eat lazily and get up after eating half my plate. I start walking to my school. I spot multiple kids my age testing out their Ego-Weapons, no fear, no worry, no shame. Why must I be so different? Why must I be so cursed?

I walk into a lonely dark alley. Good as both a hiding place and a shortcut to school. There's only silence except for my footsteps..... until..... I hear a sharp yet groany voice moan. It was familiar somehow. I turn around and I'm met with emptiness. I shrug it off as some wind and continue walking. I make my way into my small school. Made out of nothing but mud, brick, and straw it seemed to impress me as a kid, maybe 'overwhelmed' is a better word to describe my situation then. I make it to class. "YOU ARE 15 MINUTES LATE, RAVEN!" Ugh, my history teacher. a small annoying old woman who seems to have lived longer than time itself. "I get it, I get it, I'm to stay here after school ends." I sit at my desk in the back of the class and dose away while she blabbers on about the Ego-Smiths. I dream of floating in a dark black void with a faint purple glow from my right hand. I instinctively try to hide it. It glows stronger. I heard a groan again, it was the same groan from earlier. but longer and clearer. "RAVEEEEEEEN!" I wake up. "everyone's already gone downstairs. GET YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF MY CLASS" I go down. Ego-Training. I sit back at the benches of the handful unarmed students watching the rest discovering new ways to use their controlled powers. "maaaaaaaaaaaaan, these guys are soooooo lucky" said some nerd next to me "I guess" I watch as someone breaks someone else's nose by making him fall over with a gust of wind. a chuckle breaks out. my hand glows as it did in the dream, but this time it was brighter. I hide it quickly. If anyone knows I have an Ego-Weapon, my history will be uncovered. I can't let that happen. I excuse myself to the bathroom. I take short quick breaths. That was close. I hear the same moan, it's much clearer. It sounds frustrated and impatient, and familiar, almost like my voice... "WHO'S THERE!" The similarity is abnormally clear, I couldn't help shouting

"SHUT THE FUCK I'M TRYING TO TAKE A SHIT" answered a voice from the stalls. definitely not the one who groaned.

The other classes pass by normally. After washing my face after the last subject I head to detention. The room is empty.... except for a small disembodied ball of pure purple glow. My hand glows in unison with the small dim sun in front of me. I reach out my glowing hand to the purple glow. They both glow stronger as they come closer. I touch it and purple sparks erupt.

A ghostly figure appears. it looks like me but all of it is purple except for the hair that now looks silver, it looks a lot sharper too. Its mouth opens and I hear the same groany voice that I now know for sure is my voice let out a moan of frustration "FINALLY?!"

What in hell is happening?