So I'm Writing a book and I decided it would help me write it if I posted parts everyday as a series of sorts. Please give some criticism as I go so i can make this story awesome.... So here we go...Go on...Read...
“Mathew! NO! Oh god no…” Tessa whimpered as she fell to her knees with tears pouring out of her blue eyes.“He’s not gone. He’s not gone. Not yet, no… No… NO! NOO! HE’S ONLY A BOY!”
John cried after realizing he needed to give up trying to heal, then revive his brother. As he clutched onto the now lifeless body of his baby brother, as if it would some how bring him back, he wouldn't grasp onto the sudden fact that, Mathew, was no more. How, he thought, could he have just lost the only person that he truly loved and cared about, the only family he had since the world ended. The lifeless body in his arms was just only a few moments ago a six year old boy smiling and laughing and playing with people he loved. He remembered the smile on his brothers face just before…
What happened? As he slowly came back into reality, everything looked so slow, he was in shock he thought, he couldn't exactly remember what had happened. He looked around the room. He looked… He could see… He saw all the… the blood, everywhere, his brothers blood. All over the walls. All over Tessa. All over his brother, the deep red all over his ebony skin. Then it all hit him.
He shoved his face into his brother’s chest and cried and screamed until he felt empty, void of all emotion like monster that haunted dreams for so long. He kissed his brothers forehead, picked up the knife he pulled out of his brothers neck early. He stood up, and walked out the door with one thought in mind… To go kill the one who killed his brother… To go kill a madman.
John was in his room practicing entries out of his uncle’s leather bound alchemy journal, when he was startled by his mother screaming. Then his father exclaimed from down stairs “John! The baby John! You’re going to be a brother today!” After gently putting the book away in its secret place, he ran downstairs to help his mother.
He remembered he was 15 when his parents sat him down and told him that he was going to be a brother, he was so excited when he was told he was going to have close birthdays it was a month after his 16th birthday he was wondering when the kid would just pop out.
In his mothers room holding his mothers hand, telling her to breathe and to push, John felt the room go cold, the lights flickered on and off, then he heard the cry. It was his new sibling… Before he could get a look, the doctor screamed and dropped the baby. He was so shocked he fell into the chair in the corner of the room, doctors don't drop babies thats just unethical was his first thought. He still couldn't see the child but it seemed everyone else could, they were all screaming and shouting. His father was saying demon. Its when his mother said “Kill it!” he snapped back, they were going to kill a newborn!
As his father ran out of the room, the doctor was about to grab the scalpel. Acting on instincts he didn't know he had, John jumped across the room and grabbed the scalpel just before the doctor did and in one swift motion, stabbed the doctor in the throat, then he shoved him aside and leaped over the bed his mother was laying in and chased his father who had not noticed the doctors demise. His father reached the end the hall opened the closet then grabbed the rifle, but before e could turn around, John took the rifle and clocked his father in the head, knocking him out, he then turned and sprinted back to his mothers room.
It all happened so quickly in the room that was so cold. Laying there, in a large pool of blood, the doctor gurgled on the ground. As John saw the life in that mans eyes fade into nothing, he saw him. The baby. A boy. A brother. But something looked off about him, and before he could figure it out he opened his mouth and there was a blinding white light which made him collapse. After he got his vision back he saw the blurrily image his father crying on his wifes body. John stood up and hit him again harder this time, he grabbed a blanket wrapped his brother in it and went upstairs.
He had to do something about his monstrous parents before they came to, so he got down his uncles journal. It was the only thing willed to John after his uncle died. John loved his uncle more than anyone else in his life, he would always show John all the cool things he could do with alchemy. All the potions and poisons, he would talk for hours about his dream to solve ‘The riddle’ of the Philosopher’s Stone, which would grant him true alchemical power. He would always tell John bedtime stories about his adventures with vampires and werewolves and creatures called Dealings.
John opened the book and skimmed for the first poison he came across. Finding one, eternal pain and slumber, basically he thought, twisted nerves and coma. He made two doses and gave them to his parents, monsters the both of them. He packed clothes, food, water, axe, ammo for the rifle, a hunting knife, and his uncles journal. His brother started to cry, so he made some formula, he picked him up to feed him and thats when he realized his baby brother wasn't a baby, or a human baby at least.
His eyes had no color and he had what seemed to me a very faint glow coming out of his veins, he had three white dots on his wrist in the shape of a triangle. He shouldn't have thought much about it but it was quite similar to the mark of the alchemist which was three white lines in the shape of a triangle with the lines extending past the points, a mark he and his uncle shared on their right wrist. Did this mean his brother was special too? He looked into the newborn's eyes they were so innocent "Hello baby brother your name is Mathew" said John, "after our uncle."
