BEFORE YOU READ:

This book only has 7 chapters with about 5000 words in it. I know that may not sound like much but It's a book I've put my heart and inspiration into, I hope you enjoy the world I've created as well as the characters. Please, read until the end!

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They laughed at the fallen figure whose books were scattered and glasses were thrown, their laughs irked him haughtily. Judgment day will come soon for all of them, their crimes would not go unforgiven. 

    Suicidal; relating to or likely to lead to suicide. Suicide; the act or instance of taking one's own life voluntarily and intentionally.

    The words described the boy perfectly. His albino features and large black wings that hung heavily on his back. his big cat-like eyes and horns that often left people freaked. Every day did he have to restrain himself as to not hurt any one of them because little did they know that he was ultimately stronger than them.

    Werewolves, the only ones in the entire supernatural group that acted superior towards everyone around them because they truly were more worthy. Although not as worthy as him, he who stood above the rest, who did not bully, but who did not help those in need either. Vampires, the second strongest of them all, their blood sucking nature left everyone scared out of their pants as well the aura they gave.

    There were many other supernatural creatures, too many to name, but some of them did not have names as they were the rarities. Rares is what they were called, although they differed in many different ways, not one was alike.

    Many people picked on the purposely defenseless teen as he never fought back and was different from the others. He kept to himself and only talked when he needed to talk. Of course, this made everyone call him 'the odd one'. Every day, you could hear people talking about him, some comments could've hurt him more than not.

    They never did, though. The bullies and the words left him an empty shell inside and he knew one day he would burst. Once he burst, it was likely that more than one person would get hurt, and that was the day of judgment.

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Just want to let you know that there is a 90% chance I will not finish the book and it will be cut short. You do not have to stay committed to this book but I would like it if you would show me support and show me some things I could change along the way. I'm hoping to finally push out this story that has been in my mind for about a year now. The reason I usually cut books short is that I always create a better idea of the same character, I've made 3 characters already, but alas, I always thought of something new. If I cut this one off, I will add a bonus chapter that ends the book as well as a name of the new book I made.

Also, go check out my Youtube channel Bagira.grim (or my Instagram account - bagira.grim)! It has drawings I've made on there and I would really like to show people my artwork and get their opinion on it.

After I've finished writing the book, I'm going to edit it to make it better and I may sell it online. If I do, all of this info down below may be erased.

        Judgement day. In his mind, it won't be something where he kills everyone in the school or takes over the world. No, it is the day where he will show everyone how truly powerful he his and how wrong everyone was to insult him.

    He was not allowed to stay in the school dormitories because people didn't get along with him and until he found a friend, it would stay that way. So every day after school, he would sit outside on the school steps and do his homework, read, or draw.

    Truly he was a master of the arts and he learned quickly. How badly did he want to learn how to play the piano and sing, but he had never seen a piano and he had never sung before. Afraid his singing voice would annoy others and it was not good enough, he wouldn't even sing when he was alone. The pianos in the pictures plastered on the walls of the music room was enough to satisfy his hunger of sound, something to distract him from the horrible realities around him.

    His element was death and life. Sometimes he would let his true colors flow onto paper, through his drawings or writing. Of all the classes he had with others, P.E. and art were his favorite. Although no one ever picked him first and they didn't want to fight him because they thought he was too weak for them, it was his favorite. During the time people were fighting each other, he would sneak off and train. Train whatever he thought of or learned. 

    A lot of the fighting styles he saw he mastered quickly and the experience was put under his belt. No one ever saw how hard he worked as he hid himself from the world and did not want to show anybody. 

    One time, in P.E., someone's footsteps got close to him and they caught him. Of course, frightened by the sudden presence of a werewolf, he almost kicked them. Restrained by the chains he has put on himself, he stopped mid-way and kept his calm and composure of his practiced status.

    "That was a nice kick." He heard. He looked into the werewolf's eyes, a sign of challenge, though not in this case. 

    "Although you could improve it a bit." The werewolf added with a sly grin, "Fight me and train with me. We can learn from one another." 

    Truly was he surprised by the offer and he wondered if he could finally find a friend. At first, he thought it was a cruel joke, one a werewolf would never pull.

    "Ok." He agreed to train with him and he decided that all those fighting styles he thought he had mastered, needed to be re-mastered. A new outlook was needed and he decided that he would alter everything in a way it would fit his body perfectly. So, he agreed.

    From that day on, the two trained together and quickly they began sparring. For hours on end did they spar with each other, yet a victor was never decided. They were equally matched.

    They both laid in the grass breathes not yet caught but spirit never lost. For the first time in forever, a smile broke out onto the Rares face and he felt like he had made a friend. 

    But that friendship would not last long and little did they both know, judgment day would come soon and he would rise to the top quicker than anyone had ever seen. He was dangerous, and he steadily became more dangerous as the days went on.    

    Magic was the one area he did not master as of yet. No one strong enough had come along so he could test his true power. In school, he ranked highest in the magical ability section, but he was too afraid to try to practice it with anyone.

    The bell had rung, signaling the end of P.E., much to his dismay. His desires were squashed to a mere opinion as he slowly walked to the boys' locker room. Many people crowded inside the small place in a matter of seconds so he was forced to wait. Someone like him would have to wait until almost everyone filed out. Every day it left him late for his last class, art. 

    Other species with the same problem also waited outside. To him, it felt like the longest wait ever, but to others, it went by quickly. Mostly because his bullies would also wait for him in the locker room and how he just loved the excitement of the action that went down when he walked inside. 

    Minutes later he walked inside and got changed, waiting just as he was told to every day. No one came.

    The bell had already rung so he decided to just head to class. If they weren't going to come and beat him up, then so be it. The chance would be taken for him to walk out and experience the pain later. 

    Was he crazy? Maybe just a little.