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FOUR YEARS LATER.

    
     The room was darkened in the area he was sitting in besides the dim light dangling down from the ceiling above. He sat there at the small squar table, sipping from his glass of whiskey, chewing his lips and feeling them slowly get numb, his fingers tapping at the wooden table top, looking around, his eyes squinted and eye color Green. The bar had been empty, leaving only Three men chit chatting. Hearing the others talk about a very interesting subject, he smirked slowly, looking down at the table, listening in, pulling his hood over his head.
     “Heard he cut their heads off-” Went a bulky older man.
     “Nah, man, he cut out their hearts, served ‘em to pack of wolves.” interrupted another.
     “It doesn’t matter what he did, they can’t find him.” Went a young man.
     “There’s wanted signs everywhere, boy, their bound to catch him, sooner or later.” Said the bulky man with a definite nod.
     “And i heard, he’d rather be caught later then sooner.” Said Gabriel standing from the table hidden in the corner, taking slow steps, throwing his hood back, crossing his arms over his chest, a wicked little smirk spreading across his lips slowly. “And yet, you don’t hear me complaining about shit. Now do you?”
     Gabriel had changed, after all Four years had passed since that blood-curring chrismas eve he had. His appearance had changed immensely, his body being more built, more muscular. Instead of the brown locks he use to have, he had bleach blond, his eyes being dark forest green. Legally he went by the name of Demetrius Saw, having stolen a dead man’s identity Three Summers ago, but he had an alias, he used more then anything else, when making chaos, killing innocent people. Zao, just Zao, the end off all things, which he would succeed.
     “Z-Zao.” Stuttered the younger man of the two who had stood to his feet quickly, grabbing a near pool stick, leaving Gabriel letting out a low laugh, grabbing a chair and sitting at the table with the Two remaining men, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
     “Know what i like most about what i do? I’ll tell you.” Gabriel smirked, looking at the frightened grown men and then to their cups, their alcohol starting to sizzle and Boyle slowly. “I like it when they scream…beg for their loved ones to be there, but i simply don’t care you see? I don’t care if they have loved ones who will morn over them, i don’t care if they piss me off, as long as they pay the price. You see, i pick my target randomly, or not so random..They have to be somewhat special, not a boring human-being.”
     Gabriel slowly stood up, his appearance changing. The man standing there as Gabriel changed the blond hair, green eyes and muscular man changed into an older women; light brown locks, brown eyes, short and skinny.
     “Why did you let him kill me, Sweetie, why? I thought you’d do anything to protect me.” Gabriel went, the woman’s voice which went with the women he shape-shifted into. He was talking to the youngest man of the three. “Why? I loved you so much, son-”
     “Stop it!” had pleaded the youngest man, the other two getting up bewilder and looking frightened
     “You let him kill me, like i’ll do to- you.” As Gabriel had said that last word, his voice had changed in to a demonic hellish way, his appearance changing into what he looked like before. He instantaneously pulled out a knife from his back pocket, flicked it open, grabbing it firming by the handle, it sizzling, smoking and soon turned  to a glowing red, stabbing the man he had been harrassing square in the chest, his blood heating up, soon to boil nicely from the heat of the blade still locked into his chest.
     Gabriel smirked, pulling out the knife, letting the body fall to the floor hard, the other men, staring, their lips quivering, letting him chuckle, pointing his hand at the bar filled with different bottles of alcohol, letting out a fireball torpedo at it, an explosion arising.

     It had not been Fifteen minutes until the firefighters and police had shown up, it having starting to rain, Gabriel sitting ontop of the neighbor’s roof across the street, having been watching everything, hearing his best friend’s screams, seeing her in the window for a few seconds before she disappeared behind the mass amount of smoke suffocating her he figured. Was she going to burn to death? Gabriel was feeling nothing, he was numb, watching the firemen do their job, trying to put the fire out and get inside before it was too late.
     Everything Gabriel owned was in that house, his wallet, Identification, including his ID and birth-certificate and Social security card. The pictures he had were gone; everything, his car had been in the garage, which soon blew, making the fire get larger. What was he going to do now? He was a murderer and attempted a second, if Marley were to get out live that is. If he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life in prison, which should he do? He’d need to run, get away, though that was not going to be as easy; running from the law. He had no money, he did in the bank, but, he had nothing to get it out.
     “Get her identification and ask her what the hell happened!” Demanded a police Officer.
     As Gabriel looked down, he saw her, Marley, alive, having a hard time breathing, but nevertheless she looked okay. He snarled, looking at the wet rooftop getting rained on. What did happen? Obviously the house had been caught on fire from the fire place. He shook his head, glowering and looking back down at Marley, Stupid bitch. He thought tightening his jaw and hand, making a fist, feeling a burning sensation. He lifted his hand out in front of him and open his hand up slowly, small flames emerging from his palm, turning into a ball; a fireball that soon disappeared from the rain leaking onto it.
     Gabriel sat there, looking at his hand then to his burning house. Did he really make his fire catch to flames? Guess so. He blinked, spotting Marley, looking up at him from the back of the ambulance. She knew he was there, saw the small flame on his hand, looking frightened and Gabriel knew what he had to do.
     Before police had looked up at where he had been sitting he made it down the house and into the alley, running. This was his chance, get away, become someone else, someone with a meaning, someone to become the end of all things. Zao, Just Zao. No first name, he’d start with a new identification, he’d steal one, a dead man’s identification. After all he was a sadistic bastard and he didn’t give a rat’s ass at this point of time. He had no feeling but anger, he wanted to kill and cause Chaos. He knew this is what he had to become; The Villain of the story. He killed someone for god sake and attempted to kill his best friend; the love of his life. So, why shoudn’t he be a villain? After all he mysteriously got an abnormal ability, a dangerous ability.
     It wasn’t long until he had made it to his parents house, the place he did not want to be, but he had to, he needed to commit another crime. He snuck threw the back yard and into the house, up the stairs and into his parents bedroom, seeing them sound asleep, biting his lip, glaring he grabbed his father’s wallet, sliding out his ID, debit card and a couple hundreds. He was surprised he was even home, but if he wasn’t he’d be screwed right about now. Gabriel looked at them sleeping once more, placed the wallet back down onto the nightstand, sneaking out into the front yard, biting his lip, shutting his eyes and making two fists, having placed he card and ID in his wallet. Gabriel took in a deep breath, thinking of his parents. Why were they even there for him? They still neglected him, having been even more since they were going to adopt a little Ten year old boy. He growled, feeling his fists burn, opening them up, followed by his eyes that were orange, red and yellow mixed together. Gabriel couldn’t control it, he wanted to burn them, burn them to hell. He was so angry, so irritated at them that he cracked.
     Seconds later he watched the big white house burn, glowering at it, the reflection of the fire dancing in his crystal blue eyes and his voice hellish. “Goodbye mother- father.”

     Yes, Gabriel got jealous, so jealous that sometimes, he just needed to bash someones head in. He was an angry jealous man, also an angry drunk. That never stopped him. One night When he was Twenty One he became extremely pissed that he grabbed one of the empty bottles of vodka, smashing it hard against the head of Marley’s Boyfriend of Two years. Gabriel did not feel sorry, upset, guilt, but he laughed, threw his head back and roared with laughter, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. What did you expect? He was drunk.
     Chuckling, Gabriel watched his best friend rush to her boyfriend’s aid, kneeling down and touching his cheek. muttering for him to get up, but no movement, blood running down the mans face. He watched her check for a pulse, squeal and cover her mouth, blood getting substituted for her lipstick, tears leaking from her orbs.
      “He- He’s dead.” Marley whispered.
     Gabriel chuckled, taking a nice long swig of his alcohol. His voice became low and hellish ”Imagine that, too bad.”
      Marley sat down, bit her lip, tasting Pete’s blood, crying softly, pulling her dead boyfriend onto her lap, wrapping her arms around him. “Wh- What the f-fuck, Gabriel…I-I hate you..”
     He didn’t take less then a second to respond, taking a chug from the bottle, smashing it to the floor, glowering and sneering in disgust. “Hate me? HATE ME? So, what i killed your boyfriend that you supposedly loved. GET THE HELL OVER IT!” He shouted, staring towards her and the dead man laying in the middle of his kitchen floor.
     How could Gabriel be so cold? He use to be such an innocent little boy regardless he use to sneak out of the house when he was a teenager, but he had no one to stop him, not even the nanny who got laid off when he was Sixteen. How could he kill someone that his best friend loved so much? That was the reason, he was sick of the man, named Pete. Pete, the man of her dreams. Gabriel had never thought he would want Marley to himself, but he did, he wanted her forever, even after death. He wanted to become her husband, have children with her, ravish her on every visible surface. Gabriel was jealous, he wanted to murder this man for the past two years, getting the first thought when he was nineteen, finally going threw with it on December 24, 2004 at Eleven Forty-five PM being Twenty-One years of age.
     Gabriel planted himself behind Marley, sitting there, his fingers, messing with her brown locks, smelling the scent of herbal essence. Hm, did she smell wonderful and he lobed that, so immensely.
     “Merry Christmas, Mar.” He said, his voice low and cold, the clock striking midnight.
     Gabriel couldn’t help himself any longer, running his firm fingers down the girl’s cheek, feeling her shake, tears still streaming down her cheek. So, beautiful. Thought Gabriel, licking his lips slowly. moving her locks out, brushing his lips against the back of it. He could tell she was scared, frightened and miserable, but Gabriel could fix that, or so he thought.
     “I’m here for you, my love.” He spoke with that hellish voice once more, smirking wickedly.
     “No. Go-go away…” Marley muttered, trying to shove Gabriel away, sliding from his arms and sliding away from him, her knees tucked to her chest, eyes watery. “Your a sadistic Bastard…”
     He shook his head, going to her, grabbing her face harshly, making her look at him. “No, don’t you say that. He was stealing you from me, Hun.”
     “Leave me alone!” Pleased Marley loudly, struggling to get away from his grip.
     “Don’t you talk to me like that, Baby. Shhh, everything going to be fine.”
     “Fuck you!” She yanked his hands away, slapping him in the face, gasping afterwards and covering her mouth.
     “You fucking bitch.” Growled Gabriel, standing up and grabbing her by the throat, shoving her to a wall, his arm pressing against her windpipe. “You know you love me too. I killed him, get over it because there’s nothing you can do to change that. Your mine now. Get use to it!” He hissed.
     “Kind- of how you got use to- your parents- never being around.” She gasped for air, closing her eyes, knowing she had pushed buttons, speaking to him like that.
     He watched her, his eyes flickering a fire color, it might have been from the reflection of the fire in the next room, reflecting onto the microwave to Gabriel, but honestly it wasn’t. He sneered, threw her to the floor and exited the house, slamming the door with a big bang; his house catching to flames as it did.

     Growing up no one paid attention towards him, he’d sit in the back of the class, scribbling along the wooden desk that seemed to shrink as years went by. School, he hated, he hardly ever talked, but he would scare at people, frighten them just a bit. Most of the school thought he was a mute, pointing and laughing behind his back, but no one understood Gabriel Zao. The Angel that causes the end of all things. (Both names says that if you just happen to look up the definition of each word). Gabriel Zao never thought he was meant for anything, never thought he was worth no ones  time, not even his parents, who spoke a hello here and there, but who were always busy with work, his father being a Nero Sergent and his mother a lawyer. He got everything he wanted, but his parents attention.
     He looked like a spitting image of his father, dark hair that seemed to be always messy or in his face, he was slim as a kid, but when growing up he got more muscle, he was tan, and had a golden smile, he got from his mother, but his eyes they were blue, like his mothers as well.
     He was a nice kid, a nice person, but he was sick of being stuck being alone, even on Christmas, he was alone, his parents always going to company parties and leaving on Business trips, leaving him with his new toys and the nanny. The nanny that lived with him and took care of him since the day he was born; Nanny Emma. She was a doll, sweet, respectful, a Beautiful Blonde with pear-sing blue eyes who was in her Twenties. She has been his nanny since the first day he was born. Sure, Gabriel could have gone to her for things, she made a great mother Gabriel never had, but it wasnt’ the same.
     When he was Sixteen he started to act out, wanted to get his parents attention, to see if they cared, so he started smoking cigarettes, drinking, and then he purposely overdosed on pills, Vicodin and oxycottons. That hardly put a dent in the neglectful bubble that surrounded him, no one cared except his Nanny. He was an only child, so he had no siblings to go to, though he had met a girl, no, not a girl he wanted to marry and have children with, but who became his best-friend at sixteen; Marley Davis.
     Marley was a goofy kid, Sixteen when she met Gabriel in the hospital when he overdoes, having walked into the wrong room, trying to find her psychotic cousin,  Mason Davis who had been in a horrible car accident. She was a bright kid with Long brown hair with a hint of red highlights, brown eyes and she was tall with a tan complexion.
     Gabriel never thought he could care for someone so much as he did towards Marley, She was like his younger sister he never had. If anyone messed with her he would do the honors of giving them a lesson. They went to one another for their problems, goofed around and, as friends with benefits, they might have fooled around a few times, which caused some issues, expectually when Gabriel began to get Jealous, when Marley got a boyfriend when they were Nineteen.

     No one really knows what this man is capable of, but nevertheless, it’s a lot. Cruel, eager, sadistic, morbid, and asinine and might i add psychotic. Typical man? I don’t think so, folks, sorry. But this will be interesting, i promise. A story about a man and his issues, love, desire and might i add, powers. Of course I’ll have to start from the very beginning, please note that i will be continuing this story threw out each blog i post and chances are, this will be a dramatic and unpleasant fairytale for anyone over the age of Seventeen. You should be expecting some mild language, vivid details and some sexual activities (but not too graphic). So, sit back, relax and add this to your favorites so you can check in and please enjoy.

xoxo,

Heather.