Dont_Scream

The reason this comic is rated "No one 17 and under admitted" is due to the sheer amount of violence, sensitive topics, minor NSFW in detail, and the maturity requested to understand the book.  If you are under the recommended age, it's your own fault for reading this book. I put a lot of effort into writing, and if you want a more friendly book, I'd suggest heading over to my book called "My Lemon Boy" when it's released.
Thank you.

THE MC IS A MALE

My mind is blank.
Blanker than a white wall,
Staring back at you with no emotion.
My eyes are dull,
Greyer than storm clouds.
Except. . .
My hands are redder than they should.
His body is limp in my hands,
His eyes are full of dread,
And it's all because of me.

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My name is Xavier Chuu. I was raised in the town of Merrydred, a place of fun and games until the 'clouds' came over and destroyed lives. What were these 'clouds' exactly? Well, Merrydred was a town without a hierarchy, and especially had NO signs of alphas. Merrydred was also a hidden town in far-off mountains that no one dared climb, until one idiot decided to and stumbled upon us. Anyways, back to those 'clouds', after said idiot came upon us, he raced to tell his friends after spending the day there. He wanted to take over this town, but we refused and forced him back. Well, this angered him and he brought a full fleet of 30-40 alphas.

Remember, Merrydred was a town without a single alpha in sight, very few betas, gammas and even deltas, since we were isolated from the rest of the world. Back to the story, when he brought them they caused havoc and easily took over the town and claimed it theirs after 3 hours of raping, killing, harming and destroying the town until we all gave in.

Whispered Screams

"What was that even for!" I yelled without even realising I had, my throat dry and the muscles rubbing against each other made it worse. I drag my tongue around my mouth and close my eyes as my tongue crawls over the smallest traces of blood. I lift my arm and wipe my mouth, grunting as he pulls my hand and starts pulling me with him as he walks.


"Looked like you were planning on jumping." He answered after a few minutes of walking. I can feel his nails, though trimmed down, digging into my abnormally small wrist. I can feel the pressure on my bones. I can feel that boiling, stinging sensation sliding up from my wrist and all the way to my brain. Letting out a sharp hiss of pain, He turns his eyes back towards me and loosens his grip. 


"My apologies," is all he answers with, and all I do is nod in appreciation.


What a fun pair we were in that moment of time. Both blunt and  seemingly free of the things we call emotion.


Chapter 3 (P2.2)