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Rated: 13+ · Chapter · Action/Adventure · #1895819
A sad past of a boy named Malfoy, who is a boy with powers and goals.
Chapter 1: A Boy’s darkest Past


It was a dark evening as the blue sky shows it’s sad incoming. A car of a family drives home from their trip, inside a boy, and 2 parents. The child was 6-7 years old during this time, the mother is asleep, and the dad wide awake, excited to see what’s on TV. Suddenly, the car made sputters and coughs, the mother waking up surprised. “It looks like it’s out of gas.” The father pointed out, so both parents went outside to help each other fill the spare gas in the trunk to the car. The father surprisingly saw a dark figure coming towards them, “Can I help you?” he asked to the strange man. The man then replied in a grim fashion “Why yes you can.” He pulls out a gun and pointed it at the father, “Give me all your cash!” The mother trembling to look back at her car, because like most mothers, she was worried about her son. “What are you looking at b****?!” he cussed violently, now the mother regretted to do so, because the mugger noticed the boy inside. “Oooh… Well then, this will be easy for me. If I don’t get the money right now-“ he then pointed the weapon at the boy “then your kid here is gonna have another eye-ball!” The mother reacts violently to this action, “DON’T YOU DARE HARM MY LITTLE BOY!” the mugger shot the mom in the leg “SHADDUP YOU STUPID WH***!” “MURIEL!!!” the father saw his injured soulmate. “YOU BASTARD!!!” he suddenly reacted and charged toward the mugger, but it was the wrong choice he made as another shot went through and killed the father. “NOOOO!!!! YOU KILLED HIM!” “You know what? I'm tired of you too.” The mugger then shot the mother. As the boy yelled out to his mother, crying, he opened the door and ran to his mother’s corpse. The killer, searching through the father’s body, found a wallet and other ID cards, as he noticed the crying noises from the boy, he just said “Good luck without your parents, runt.” Running away to avoid more trouble. The boy just sat there crying as he see’s more blood coming out of the mothers body. Now as if on cue, the mother’s cold arm raised to the boys surprise, “M-Mom?” he said. The arm grabbed the boy’s neck, and the face of the mother was a grey and white-eyed face from a horror movie, “MOM? ITS ME!!” the boy chokes, closer, the zombified mother opened her fangs to kill the boy, then the last sound was the boy screaming in agony.



“ACK!!!” he yelled as he woke up from his bed. It was the same boy, only older than last time, and was still alive and well. “Ugh… another nightmare… why? Why won’t it stop haunting me?” The year is 2006, where the boy has grown 10 years old. It has been 4 years since the incident happened, the case was called “Turnabout: Wisdom” where the parents of a missing young boy was killed and found in the middle of the street. The name of the father was Harold Dang, as the name for the mother was Muriel Dang, their missing son’s name is Malfoy Dang. Malfoy was only a kid when he saw his parents’ lives where taken away, and he swore to be stronger and train better to fight, and someday hunt down and find the man responsible of his parents death.



          “Rise and shine kid.” A voice said, coming from his room door. “I’m coming sensei!” he was in a dojo camp, found on the top of the mountains in Europe. But it was not an ordinary dojo, it is a dojo that teaches people how to use inhuman powers, it was easy to learn but hard to master completely, only 3 known people were able to master 100% of their powers. Once you gain 100% control of your powers, you were considered to be the most powerful person alive, but the only downside is that your sense of vision would be taken away, it usually takes years of practice to master this power 100%. This kind of power must only be taught to people with good hands, so the only way to learn this power is through a purity test, and today is the day when Malfoy can take the test. “I remember how I found this place, it was from that old man.” He thought to himself, a small flashback to the moment were 2 years after the incident where Malfoy was living off scraps of junk in the dumpsters. He met an old person, just as homeless as he is, Malfoy had plenty of food for 3 people but was wanting to save it for later, but the old man seemed like he never had a meal in a lifetime. The moment Malfoy gave him some food, he just garbled it all up like a pig, and somehow he standed up and full of energy, even though it was a small meal. “Thanks kid! I would of died if it wasn’t of your kindness! …. Say… Where are your parents?” The old man asked, Malfoy looked away from him remembering that scarring moment of his life. “Oh… Sorry kid, I didn’t know…” the old man now felt guilty as if he just abused him 100 times, “Hmm… Say kid, I know a place that can help you be stronger, I see kindness in your heart, so I know your good enough to have them.” The old man said, Malfoy just stood there confused “Well you see kid, I know a place where you can get stronger, on the top of the mountains somewhere in Europe, this place teaches powers you wouldn’t believe could be possible! Here I’ll show you what I mean.” The old man does an impossible trick that could make anyone think they are dreaming, he fixed a broken toy from the garbage. Malfoy’s eyes were stunned, and from that day forward, he had traveled a long way to Europe, never stopping no matter what to get there, it took him 2 years to finally reach those mountains, and he never regretted a thing. “MALFOY!” a loud yell was made from the sensei, Malfoy awoke from his proud memory of his accomplishment that he did just yesterday, he realized he was in the main room, “Malfoy, I don’t know what you were thinking about but stop now and pay attention!” the sensei said like any other strict teacher. “Sorry sir, I will!” Malfoy said, he noticed the other students were now giggling at him, was it something he said? “Now Malfoy, I know this is your first day here, but that doesn’t mean you get any special treatment, so you can’t expect any, ok?” the teacher said, “I don’t expect any different treatment of any kind, I will learn how to use this power like how you have learned it!” Malfoy said with the utmost confidence. The sensei saw determination in this young boy’s eye, like he never saw before “His voice is confidence, his actions may be slow but he is determined to learn… what does he plan to use this power for?” he thought. “Ok then, your first test shall be to dual me, we use wooden staffs to fight.” “If that is the way for me to join then I’ll do my best!” Malfoy said but a bit more afraid this time. “Hmph, let’s see if he actually means his word then.” The sensei doubted.

(My first story, instructive criticism is always nice. I hope it was good.)
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