Writing I.L.O: The Beginning [17+ V/L/S]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR="77656"]I made this story because I wanted to shed some light on Ilo from Persevere & Avenge. However, I never finished that story and I got to the point where Ilo betrays the main hero, Trachos. So this story will be about Ilo as a child, Ilo's real name is Jonthan Anderson. [SIZE="4"]This story will have violance, gore, language and sexual themes so be prepared.[/SIZE] The first chater is sort of weird mind you.

[B]NOTE:[/B] You do not need prier knowledge of P&A to get this story. There is some terms tough, like The Kingdom of Doma, where Trachos was born. But that doesn't matter too much. Just go with the flow and you'll be fine.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"][CENTER][B][U][FONT="Copperplategothiclight"][SIZE="4"]I.L.O: The Beginning [/SIZE][/FONT][/U][/B]
By: Gunslinger Ryan Oakes[/CENTER][/COLOR]

[COLOR="77656"][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]I was born different. I wasn’t like those kids down the block, or at school. I could notice how… underdeveloped they were. They were far more inferior than a rat; they sickened me and they made me shudder with disgust. I had a mind no one else had, and I loved it. Every minute they had was more precious to me. I was also born with this ability to heal. I loved to hurt myself… so I was even luckier. Technically , I’m god.

But my future was looking the opposite direction. My true destiny lied in justice… for that I am ungrateful.[/COLOR]

[B][U]CHAPTER 1: This is Jon… he’s crazy[/U][/B]

Jonathan Anderson was only 13 and he was a genius. Jon, as he was called, had an I.Q of over 200. He could understand a lot about a person, just by looking though their eyes. He would refer to his eyes as ’those eyes of madness.’ He was well aware that he was also mentally unstable. But he was good at acting, so he was able to hide that factor without even trying.

He was able to regenerate and could even escape his conscience. He could become mindless, unknowing and zombie-like in an instant. This came useful to him, for when thoughts of murder came into his brain, he could flip himself into a state of unawareness. He may have been mentally unfit, but he was too smart not to know how to surpass that.

His eyes looked bloodshot, and he groaned as he pushed the blanket off of him. Sadly, he had to go to school. But it was filled with… dimwitted morons. He couldn’t stand it, and the damned place couldn’t skip him right into college. Bastards, he would swear into his pillow. Embedded around his room was pictures of hentai. His obsession with learning about the human anatomy drove him to dark thoughts about women. He wanted so badly to just caress a woman’s lips, or take a woman’s life. The mere thought pleased him.

He got dressed, his face looked dark and dreary. He was half-asleep with thoughts of sleeping drilling though his temples and into his brain. Other thoughts shot through his mind like an interstate. No, like the autobahn. He looked at the ceiling to see a painting of Christ on it. He nodded and smiled. He had a god complex and he thought so highly of himself that he’d look to the painting and imagine himself on the cross.

His black clothes had pictures of nothing on them. Nothing was something to Jon, nothingness was the building blocks of everything he thought. Jon believed odd things, he WAS odd, and very creepy. His soul was almost crippled of all good thoughts. Once he thought a good thought, and it drove him insane. He tore his house apart and killed his dog.

‘Lucky’ was the dog’s name. Lucky was given to Jon by his old friend Riley. Too bad Riley died from an ‘unknown’ purpose. So what did Jon do with lucky? He served the ugly mutt to himself for dinner, and he thought it tasted… brilliant.

Jon walked to the kitchen table, a devious smile on his face. He opened the drawer and took out a sharp knife. It was used quite often for Jon’s, testing. He lowered the blade onto his am and took a deep breath. Quickly he carved into his arm. He could feel his body shake and get hotter. Suddenly he could feel his limb start to get numb. He had never done this before.

Blood was dripping from the stub where his arm once was. It was finally time to leave, but today Jon felt like staying behind and tinkering with his computer. Plus, the news was very interesting lately. Problem’s with the Kingdom of Doma, and Jon was interested in what was going on.[/COLOR]
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[I][COLOR="77656"]I'll have Chapter 2 up once I perfect the mistakes I've made. PLEASE, I realy need feedback on my storeis, all of mine have't gotten much attention lately, adn I'd liek to know what people think.[/COLOR][/I]