The Chronicles of Onishi- Chapter 1

[bonecurse25000]

I was bored one day, talking to a friend online so I sort of had a war with him over who would win in a battle, his made up character or mine. well, it ended up that I won and he wanted me to write a story to go along with the character so this is the by product of my misery. I'd like some feed back as to wheither people like it or not so I'll continue if they do.

Thanks, enjoy

Chapter 1: The Path to Sorrow

A slight mist came down over the mansion of Onishi and the clouds showed only signs of, if anything, strengthening in severity. A slight wind carried the rain through a second story window and started to soak Nathan?s hair. He sat straight-backed in a half rotten chair with a dragonic theme to it. The wind, with a sudden burst, whipped passed Nathan?s face and into the bedroom of what once was a majestic looking guest wing. The wallpaper, decorated with sweeping purples and blues, was falling down in a heap along the walls. The bed, once completely oak with teak finish, now lay in ruins. Splinters and blood strewn about the room held secrets of mass death. Chucks of red oak flooring were missing somewhere in the room bellow also laying testament to long forgot brawls.

Fire seemed to stir in Nathan, for suddenly with great speed and agility he got up with wisps of his hair brushing the ceiling, closed the window and circled over to the bed. From under a moth eaten pillow, he pulled out a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun and checked that it was loaded. He then continued to the door of the room and out into the hallway. The hallway was decorated with weapons all along the wall, many of them plastered on the wall by the dried blood resting on them. There were also holes in the floor and bloodstains lay on everything from the carpet to white ceiling. Nathan briskly moved with agility of a cat to the other end of the hallway and climbed down the stairs to the ground floor, jumping five or six missing steps in the middle of the staircase. An extra presence seemed to follow him that had a mind of its own. The shadow stretched to reach every weapon just incase it was needed.

Nathan was greeted with a new hallway when he arrived at the bottom of the steps. As Nathan walked down the similarly decorated hallway, he feigned not noticing the silhouette of a man hiding in a shadow. Then it appears that it won?t be a complete waste to get a midnight snack. Nathan opened a non-descript door that led to one of the many house kitchens. This one, however, was the only clean kitchen in the house and one of the few clean rooms in the whole mansion. A light blue chandelier lit the room as it hung in the center with a table and barstools underneath it. The walls were painted a questionable yellow and the refrigerator a nasty looking green. Nathan proceeded to the refrigerator and made himself a sandwich. As Nathan rested on one of the barstools, he spoke for the first time in several days.

?Your sloppy in your stance and you come here unarmed into my home, pathetic.? The emphasis on the last word showed not only his disgust but also his annoyance.

The man in the doorway, not realizing he had been noticed until he was spoken to, turned, all thought of hiding gone from his mind.

?How did you?? he was cut short by another Nathan who suddenly stepped out from behind him with the shotgun pointed at the back of his head.

?As I said pathetic you don?t even have the talent to notice when your being followed yourself. Who are you anyways or did you come to my house just because you didn?t know where you were?? he removed the gun from the man?s head and moved for another barstool. He then took the sandwich from the other Nathan, which disappeared shortly there after. He took a bite of the sandwich and sat down.

?My names Skarckackle, and I am never lost when I?m in the country. Your Swisswahelion Onishi, are you not?? The man then moved so that Nathan got his first good look of this ?Skarckackle?. The man?s dazzling silver hair was short and in spikes that kept his vibrant green eyes always in view. He wore all camouflage including a trench coat and all of his clothes reeked of demonic blood.

?Names of old are of none of my concern boy. I have no reason to be called by that name if I choose against it. Now why have you come or have you forgotten that I?m the one with all of the weapons in this place.? His voice spoke with a dormant power not heard in Nathan?s voice for over a decade.

?I came because I wanted to hear Onishi?s story and also to ask him for his help in something.? He said the later part with a mix of distaste and excitement that was very unbefitting.

?His help, that wouldn?t be given even in the prime of his life. You are a fool to think he?ll even listen to you, kid. What is it that you need help in that is so important anyways??

?I need his help in avenging my father.? He spoke for the first time without emotion and not even an inch of his face twitched as he said it.

?Your father, huh. Well then, revenge is bad business, boy. You?ll only lose yourself in it and then you have nothing left at all.?

Disregarding everything that Nathan just said, Skarckackle followed with ?I have information that might be of use for you if you can do these things for me.?

?Really?..Well then, if, you really do have something of use?..maybe I can help you.?

?I know where the other Seraphemonfolds are.? The color of Nathan?s eyes flashed from a dull emotionless gray to a caring light blue. It lasted only a few seconds, though. ?Your eyes just changed colors.?

Boy, this kid is a brainiac. I?ll have trouble getting rid of him though?well I might as well tell him what I know of the past.

?Sit down boy and make yourself comfortable.?