Seth Karlo

[Seth Karlo]

Quick warning: This post/story contains scenes of Rape, violence and death. Please do not read if this will upset of offend you. Seth

Seth was born in a dark alleyway in the city of Chrysler, on Planet Manhattan. His mother abandoned him, and he was left, shivering in a small blanket.

He was rescued before long, by the police, but that knot of anger stayed strong within him, powering him to keep going through trouble and strife.

He was placed with a single mother, in a small apartment in the center of Chrysler. She worked for the council, a secretary for the assistant mayor. Seth went to school, and found it boring as hell. He found the math’s problems easy, the English essays pointless, and thought that the science was flawed, because he wasn't being told everything about it.

So he started skipping school, ignoring his mother’s tearful pleas to return, and soon started to resent her. He started to stay round friend’s houses, neglecting to come home, and leaving his mother in the front room, curled up on the sofa, and praying that he would return soon.

He regrets it now.

He usually walked through the main park on his way home, from the area of town that no one went without police escort. He liked it there, the guys respected you if you proved you could fight (Which he seemed to have a natural talent for, he knocked a 24 year old out. He was 12 at the time) and the girls got naked often and quickly. It was good.

The park was dark, darker than it usually was, and he didn't notice that the streetlights were off. He did feel that something was wrong, his body started producing adrenaline, and his heart started beating like a race car, up from its usual family sedan speed.

He was tipsy, he had had 4 shots of vodka, which was still around, even after a huge war and a few light years. The bushes around him swayed, ever so softly in the night breeze, and his feet made no sound, as he carefully tread, one foot in front of the other, forward. Muffled moans and gasps filtered across to him, floating like paper on the wind, and he looked towards them. He saw shapes, 3, or perhaps 4, moving in the light from the nearest house, which was far away. Above him, Newark Station reflected the suns rays down towards them, the light itself desperate to be classed as moonlight, but still failing.

The resin of the trees was thick through the air, and Seth could smell something else too. Sex. It permeated his nostrils, climbing to his senses. The pond let off glitters, diamond shaped sparkles that illuminated the 4 people in front of him.

He moved closer.

There were 3 men, and one female. She had her hands tied, and was naked, the men, each of them had there trousers around there ankles, and were pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.

For them there wouldn't be.

One man stood to the side, obviously sodomy wasn't for them, as it was the only thing left that could be done to the poor woman.

Seth looked closer, and was repulsed; a wave of nausea sweeping though him, the female was young. His age, 14 ish. Each of the men had to be in there 20s, late 20s possibly.

Slowly, Seth drew his knife, you never went downtown without a knife, and crept forwards. He came up behind the guy standing off to the sides, and prepared to dispatch him.

Quickly, and silently, he reached up and slit the mans throat.

It was harder than he imagined, the bones caught, and he could feel the knife cutting though the bone, sinew, and flesh. And the blood, there was lots of blood, as the mans Jugular veins spurted crimson over Seth’s clothes.

But Seth was in a killing rage now. His vision was already red, and he moved forwards, when one of the others saw him. His eyes filled with fear, before glossing over as Seth stabbed him through the heart.

At least he though it was the heart, Seth missed, puncturing the guys lung, deflating it. The man collapsed.

The third guy tried to run, but he had his trousers around his ankles, meaning he really couldn't. He tripped, fell, and looked up to see the blood crazed teenager with the knife.

"Please..." he whispered, trying to pull his trousers up.

"Committing a sin like that is unforgivable, my friend." Seth’s words were his death sentence, the blade fell, through the mans throat.

At that point, the gun spoke.

It was loud, a bang of immense proportions, which seemed to resonate around Seth’s head. He felt nothing, but his right hand was spewing blood. He had dropped his knife.

He turned around, the adrenaline powering his muscles, ordering them to work, and saw the man with the punctured lung sitting against the tree nearby, blood pouring from his wound, with the gun in his hand. Seth took two steps forward, picked up his knife, and pushed the blade into the mans eye. The man made no move; his final act had been to shoot this boy.

Seth picked up the blaster, with his left hand, and shoved it into his waistband. Which was uncomfortable, but worked, and turned to the woman on the ground.

Girl on the ground.

He leant over, cutting her bindings and helping her up.

She shivered.

"Who are you?" He asked, looking for her clothes.

She made no sound, looking at Seth in horror. He found her clothes, and passed them to her, and when she made no move, dressed her as best he could. The clothes were ripped.

He took her by the hand, his left hand, her right, and started to walk towards his home.

He managed 5 steps before the blood loss got to him, where he collapsed.


(If it's too graphic tell me and I'll change it)

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