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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 25, 2014
So he finally sold it.
Those words were exactly Demian's thoughts. The house were he grew up, where he could find the last memories of his father, sold and demolished to make an office building. That rat even got the idea of buying the little ice cream shop right in front of it, just to demolish another part of his infancy.
Mr fucking Black. The beggining and end of all his grief. The most corrupt business man in the whole continent, who once wanted to buy Max Callahan's, Demian's father, information business. Knowing how this man was, Max feared for the safety of the whole country, and refused to sell at every step, even as the money offers became ridiculous. Going back and forth in this meetings, Mark Black met Demian´s mother, Alice, and he instantly acquiered an infatuation with her and his greed could not fathom that she was with Max.
This man was taking a lot of things that Mr Black wanted, and Mark always got what he wanted. It is no wonder that a month later, after her mother had turned down all of his pretentious attempts to separate them, his father died in a driving accident. Getting asleep is what the forensics called it, but Demian knew very well that crucial information regarding toxines in his father blood misteriouly dissapeared from the morgue.
Alice was devastated. The only family she had left was Demian. It was understandable that she would approach the confort and safety Mr Black was offering. With the business beign sold now to this man, and having to keep Demian safe and well maintained, she finally surrendered and married Mark Black.
Demian, on the other hand, got trapped in some kind of void inside him. He could not feel anything at all. Nor peace, Nor happiness, nor sorrow. Nothing. He just moved to the Black's mansion, kept going to college, spent a lot of time inside his room, doing nothing. A whole year of just waiting for the days to end came and went. Seeing his house, his home, destroyed woke him up like a bucket of cold water. It all came to his head and flashed in front of is eyes. He saw all the sutile and not so sutile mischiefs Mr Black was doing to him ever since he got under his protection (so to speak). All the unesessary evil he enjoyed performing on Demian.
That was it.
It was time to show that another man's life is not something to toy with. He torn the columns of his life appart. Very well. Demian would do just that then. He would not hold back anything. His imagination is the limit.
He got up his motorcycle, and sped up, making plans in his head while he drove along that sunset coated highway. He would need a lot of nerve, and plenty of opportunities, but he had made up his mind. And the fire in his chest seemed endless.
Those words were exactly Demian's thoughts. The house were he grew up, where he could find the last memories of his father, sold and demolished to make an office building. That rat even got the idea of buying the little ice cream shop right in front of it, just to demolish another part of his infancy.
Mr fucking Black. The beggining and end of all his grief. The most corrupt business man in the whole continent, who once wanted to buy Max Callahan's, Demian's father, information business. Knowing how this man was, Max feared for the safety of the whole country, and refused to sell at every step, even as the money offers became ridiculous. Going back and forth in this meetings, Mark Black met Demian´s mother, Alice, and he instantly acquiered an infatuation with her and his greed could not fathom that she was with Max.
This man was taking a lot of things that Mr Black wanted, and Mark always got what he wanted. It is no wonder that a month later, after her mother had turned down all of his pretentious attempts to separate them, his father died in a driving accident. Getting asleep is what the forensics called it, but Demian knew very well that crucial information regarding toxines in his father blood misteriouly dissapeared from the morgue.
Alice was devastated. The only family she had left was Demian. It was understandable that she would approach the confort and safety Mr Black was offering. With the business beign sold now to this man, and having to keep Demian safe and well maintained, she finally surrendered and married Mark Black.
Demian, on the other hand, got trapped in some kind of void inside him. He could not feel anything at all. Nor peace, Nor happiness, nor sorrow. Nothing. He just moved to the Black's mansion, kept going to college, spent a lot of time inside his room, doing nothing. A whole year of just waiting for the days to end came and went. Seeing his house, his home, destroyed woke him up like a bucket of cold water. It all came to his head and flashed in front of is eyes. He saw all the sutile and not so sutile mischiefs Mr Black was doing to him ever since he got under his protection (so to speak). All the unesessary evil he enjoyed performing on Demian.
That was it.
It was time to show that another man's life is not something to toy with. He torn the columns of his life appart. Very well. Demian would do just that then. He would not hold back anything. His imagination is the limit.
He got up his motorcycle, and sped up, making plans in his head while he drove along that sunset coated highway. He would need a lot of nerve, and plenty of opportunities, but he had made up his mind. And the fire in his chest seemed endless.
