Acension of the Renigade

Chapter 1

Look, I didn't want to live the life a merciless, brutal, freak but they made it personal.

Allow me to introduce my psychic twisted mind. My name is Mason Wilson. Life is not easy for me, I'm mis-wired in my head. Although disturbed by the start when my dad left me, I have always been tweaked. My favorite quote although unsettling,  is stated by the Joker in The Dark Knight, "Madness, as you know, is like gravity, all it takes is one little push." Disturbing, isn't it? Doesn't sound so crazy when something similar happens to you, when you're thrown into the abyss of insanity it's impossible to climb out. Believe me when I say that I've tried, every possible solution to my "issue" doesn't work, even the most desperate attempts don't work...

The physical scars simply fade, however, there is no healing as far as trauma or mental scars.

My feet make the bone-grinding sound of a foot stepping on the snow, I was nervous, people claim that the infamous gang the Muertos named after Dia Del Los Muertos, the most infamous gang of Cerberus City, were more powerful and reckless than before. "You alright? You look intimidated, look, there's a bench in this alley right here you want to talk? "softly said Roger, my brother. We have always been close, like all sibling, we occasionally argue, but after our mom died when I was thirteen, he was in high school and he's the only reason I'm not insane. Whatever shit goes down in my life, he helps me get over it.

 His voice was always reassuring to me. I heard a recognition call about a block away "Hey, get over here!" blurts a intimidating looking individual, I wasn't sure if it was them or not, they sprinted until they were in our general vicinity with their eyes fixed on us as if we were their targets, although he only stared dead eyed at me. Then he enclosed on us! "L-Look man, we don't want any trouble let's just walk away and forget this ever happened" I pleaded. They were forgive-less they pulled out a small old-fashioned revolver and pulled the trigger I clenched every muscle in my body embracing for impact but I didn't hear anything, I slowly opened my eyes on at a time. I saw him disable the safety and an evil smirk made me furious HE THINK HE CAN JUST- BOOM! I certainly didn't feel anything but I eagerly looked over to Roger,  I see him holding his stomach and collapse on the the icy asphalt and let out a moan so disturbing it sounded like a soul creeping out of a newly desist corpse I screamed at the evil mobster and ran up to tackle him I didn't care what it was I was going to decimate that gang. He now had an even more demonic grin than before be pulled back the hammer on the revolver and clicked the trigger my face went from frustrated to merciful I closed and, immediately opened them to keep running and hoped that he missed but I wasn't in Cerberus City anymore.

All I could see was eternal darkness. I heard a very maniacal laugh coming from behind me I urgently turned around to see the grim reaper himself. He wasn't just death he wasn't just a death worshiping entity, he was worse. The scariest apparition you'd ever hear of a combination of a wraith and a demon. He had magma dripping from his old cracked skeleton body a black cloak which was on fire. I wanted to faint but I was already dead so that was unfortunate. He had his traditional blood smeared scythe, his facial expression made it look like he wanted collapsed my lung but I couldn't die just feel pain. Fear filled my body from head to toe I wasn't sure if this was Hell or the gateway to Heaven but I knew it would end in suffering.

I couldn't stand the torment of what it was actually like to be dead. I figured there was just me and Death the tale of two dead people, but I was very mistaken...

Most religions have one main traitor person and they're the king of some form of the Underworld well Mr. Reaper explained how they are all real, Hades is the assistant manager for this fiery McDonald's who is the head you ask? Death himself all other Death worshipers work for him. "Mason Todd Wilson, you are worthy to be an archangel of death you shall accept or spend eternity in the fields of punishment and switch between different stations of this torturous realm."The Grim Reaper announced. I was about to say I'd rather die then I cat that idea into the fire" I- I... I except" As soon as the words came out of my mouth a dropped to the ground the source of pain was coming from my upper back I felt my back and I felt a feather like substance covered in blood from the aching hole in my back. As I squirmed around in the ground I screamed repeatedly, "I DON'T ACCEPT, I REFUSE, I REFUSE, I REFUSE!". "Very well." stated the Grim Reaper, his skeletal hand caught fire and it seemed to form an actual object... an old faded leather whip. I couldn't see my face, but I knew I had a look of bewilderment and fear. Fear, it filled me from my violent brain to the shudder of eeriness in my toes.