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There are pictures of the cast throughout the chapters :)

(This chapter is just a description of the characters and their lives and how Abel came to be what he is)

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I wanted to cry, but I physically couldn't, I just stared at myself with a quivering smile.

Before my dad had died he used to always tell me that if you smiled when it hurt that the pain would go away.

The throbbing near my dark blue eye had began to slowly fade leaving a purple blotch.

My eyelashes were long, and my lapis lazuli eyes had yellow specs in them that looked like stars in the night sky.

My nose was red from my allergies, but it was sculpted to perfection, as were my brown eyebrows.

My lips were a soft pink but they were full, but right now my lip was starting to swell and bleed in the middle.

My cheeks were red, but I was naturally a little pale, and my ears were a little pointed at the tips.

My hair was dark brown and wavy, it was shaved shorter on the sides, seeing as that was the current fashion.

My teeth were however perfectly straight, even though I wasn't, they were white.

I would be pretty attractive however I had really bad acne, people often said that gay guys were supposed to be hot.

I splashed my face with water, the blood washed into the sink, it wasn't any worse than my usual beatings.

I wasn't tall but I wasn't short either, I had a swimmers build, not much to defend myself with.

I walked out of the bathroom and toward my locker with my eyes looking towards the floor.

I knew people were laughing at me, but I was used to it, who would want to help me.

"Move fag" a football player said as he shoved me into a locker, people started laughing.

I looked up to see if anyone would help me pick up my books, my eyes made contact with him.

Eric Carters, he had moved here a month ago, he was already super popular, captain of the football team.

He was a prodigy, and had won the hearts of everyone, he was what I wished to be.

He looked away and followed his football team, he was the only guy who hadn't beaten me up yet.

I reached my locker, CrossFag was painted on it, my name is Abel Crosswell, not Fag.

But enough of my sad life, there were some positives, my mom had a little cafe that no one from my school went to.

It was so peaceful, I smiled as I made my way out of the school to that very place.

I sat down, "how was your day honey" my mom said kissing my forehead, she placed a slice of cake in front of me.

"It was great" I said, I could never bring myself to tell her that I got bullied.

She thinks all my bruises were from sports, she was proud of me.

I picked up a book and sat back down, the cafe had a library, normally a lot of college students would come through.

I turned the page, ouch, I flinched as the paper sliced through my thumb.

I looked up to see if anyone saw me flinch, a really attractive blond guy grinned at me.

I immediately looked down, I put my thumb in my mouth and looked at it.

There was not even a scratch, "Abe!?" my mom said frustratedly walking up to me.

"What?" I asked as I inspected my finger.

"I've been looking everywhere for you" she said, I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"I've been here the whole time" I said looking at her like she was crazy.

"Ugh I don't have time for this, your school said you left your camera there" she said running to the register to take an order.

I jumped up, "I'll see you at home mom!" I yelled as I ran for the door.

That camera was expensive, there was no way I was getting that stolen.

It was dark out, seems like reading makes time fly, I quickly walked to the school.

Eric walked past me towards his car, he was tall and had decent length light brown hair.

He was paler than me, but was flawless, his smile was perfect and he had pale brown eyes.

His lips were a deep rose and his eyebrows were a little thick.

He was muscular but not huge, literally perfect, he walked past me not even taking a glance.

I guess he left early, the rest of the football team were heading towards the change room.

Great i said as I had to intercept them, I got slammed in the shoulder again.

"Wow where did all your bruises go CrissFag?" Simon Barrigan said in his southern accent.

"Maybe he needs more?" Tim Carthens said with a grin, he was the biggest player.

"I'm not in the mood assholes" I said fearlessly with a warm smile.

"What did you say queer?" Simon quickly answered, I shoved past him and got to the office before they could do anything.

I grinned at them and waved bye, they flipped me off and cursed me out, they're savages.

The desk lady handed me my camera with a smile and kind compliment.

I thanked her and headed for the back of the school, I figured I'd take the forest trail home.

It was so cold out, I could literally see my breath, my teeth chattered with a cold smile.

Someone snatched my camera out of my hand, I looked up to see about 7 football players.

Simon stomped on my camera, "are you serious?" I exclaimed.

"He's still smiling I think he wants more?" Tim said with a grin.

They started hitting me and kicking me, I felt blood all over my face.

I fell off the tree I was holding myself up with.

"Stop smiling and we'll stop" Tim said, I tried but it was to hard not to smile, it was my nature.

He stomped on my face, "stop fag!" he yelled, Simon grabbed him after the third stomp.

"Dude c'mon that's enough" he said looking at me with mercy.

"What are you a queer too?" Tim said, Simon kicked me in the stomach.

"Please stop" I cried, I grabbed his foot, I begged for mercy, he yanked his foot away and stomped on my neck.

I couldn't breathe, I felt blood pouring into my mouth, I gasped for air as the 7 boys continued to kick me.

The pain slowly began to fade, I knew my eyes were open but it was like I could see those stars behind my eyelids exploding.

It felt like I could feel my pulse throughout my entire body and with every pulse came more pressure.

Until there was nothing, everything went black, finally peace had taken over...

I felt like I had been electrocuted by a defibrillator, I gasped for air, but diet filled my mouth.

I clawed upwards until I came out of the ground, I had been buried lazily by the Dale River.

Dirt and blood covered my body, I began to walk towards my house in shock.

I smiled to myself as last night kept replaying through my head, I had definitely died.

And what's worse is that they buried me by a fricken river, I laughed out loud.

Fortunately my mom was at work so I walked up my stairs and into my bathroom.

I got in the shower and the blood and grime poured down the drain.

When I got out there wasn't a scratch on me, In fact the opposite, a majority of my acne had cleared.

And I watched as it continued to clear right before my eyes.

My teeth that had chipped during the stomping began rejuvenating.

My pupils were huge like I had been drugged, that was definitely a possibility.

There were red blotches in a little bit of my iris.

I had no idea what was going on, all I know is that I had the munchies, I put on underwear and raided my fridge.

I ate and ate, until there was nothing in the fridge, I stared at the uncooked steaks longingly.

I shook my head and slammed the fridge closed, it shook the dishes in the sink.

I was still hungry, but I was also really tired, I had already missed school so I wasn't going now.

I put on some clothes and walked to my moms cafe, it was all the way across town.

She smiled when she saw me, "well well look who's getting grounded" she said with her face bright red.

"I'm sorry mom I understand" I said looking into her eyes.

She sighed, her motherly love was too much to stay mad at me.

"What's wrong honey" she said as she began making eggs.

"I just felt weird today" I said eyeing the food.

"Well I'd say!! you don't have one pimple in sight, you look gorgeous!" she screamed.

I looked in the spoon she was right, I didn't just look normal I looked really good.

"Maybe it was the cream the doctor prescribed?" I asked pouring myself some coffee.

"I hope so I paid a fortune for that stuff" she said proud that her hard work had paid off.

I hugged her, less out of gratitude but more out of comfort, I'm so glad I got to see her again.

My stomach growled viciously, "damn baby you hungry?" she laughed.

"Murderously" I answered, she brought out a full course meal, which of course I finished quickly.

"Mom can I have lunch now!?" I yelled, she grinned and shook her head bringing more food out.

"If I made you pay for all the food you ate I'd be a millionaire" she said kissing me on my forehead.

"It must be all that football my little star" she said patting my shoulder, I smiled and nodded.

She walked off, I began cutting into my steak, I began replaying my killing over and over.

My plate shattered and the knife had cut through the table.

"Abel!!" My mom screamed, I looked up at the mirrored wall, my teeth were clenched and the red had spread more.

My left eye was bloodshot, and my toes and fingers looked like they had frost bite.

I jumped up, "sorry mom I have to go!" I yelled.

"Honey it's fine" she whispered after me, I don't know how I heard that.

My sirens and bells began to ring through my head, it was like I could hear everything in the town.

I covered my ears as that high pitched noise made my head explode.

I fell to my knees in agony, I could see the school from here, but it was all the way across town.

I looked up and the sun burned my eyes, I got up and ran into the woods.

I let free the scream in my throat as I threw myself into a tree.

I slid down it screaming as all the pain I had endured that night hit me at once.

I began breathing hard and I smiled as hard as I can as my dad's soothing words calmed me.

I still hurt but it was bare-able, my senses had focused, I smelled the swear of the football players and heard there rapid heartbeats.

I got to my feet and stumbled towards my house trying to keep them off my mind.

I collapsed in my bed and passed out, it had only gotten harder throughout the day.

Maybe I was brought back to seek out revenge on the unjust, but my time was running out.

The next day came and boy was I right, I looked in my mirror and what I saw frightened me.

My eyes were so blood shot they were completely red, my irises were only noticeable by the thin black ring that normally kept out the white.

My veins had darkened around my eyes so they were completely noticeable, I had this throbbing ache in my mouth.

And my body had continued rotting making it's way up my body and arms.

I quickly through on sunglasses, jeans and a hoodie, the sun still hurt my eyes and some foreign smell burned my nose.

But I forced my way to school, I passed the tree that was still somewhat stained with my blood.

A growl quietly purred in my throat, holy crap I had died and become a zombie.

Or so I had thought back then.

I made it to school and I could hear everyone gossiping about me, and how attractive I was now.

Then I smelled it, and oh did it smell so good, some boy was so scared that he had broken a sweat.

I looked to see who it was, the dark skinned boy looked at me with wide eyes, I flashed him a smile and continued to walk.

I sat down in homeroom, Eric walked in and gagged, he covered his nose and looked around.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, how could he smell me and no one else could.

He walked to the teacher and said something, the teachers face went blank.

He started doing the role and when he got to me he shook his head.

"Abel where were you yesterday?" he asked warmly, he was always nice to me.

"I felt sick so I ditched" I said honestly, he was shocked as was everyone else, I was always the good boy.

"Well I'll let it slide just take off your glasses buddy" he said, I nodded not wanting to argue with him.

Eric was staring at me as I took them off, he cursed under his breath and clenched his fists.

He wasn't shocked, his heartbeat hadn't even picked up, in fact he didn't even have one.

My head tilted as I looked at him, he quickly looked away and made his chest rise and fall, but he wasn't breathing.

I'm not that dumb, I got up and walked out of class, I was hungry again, the teacher didn't even say anything.

This was too good to be true I thought as I smelled Tim around the corner.

"Hey Timmy" I said with a grin, he was lightly tanned and muscular and had dark brown hair.

His eyes were dark brown and full of fear, he pushed me into the janitors closet.

He grabbed me by the hoodie and lifted me into the wall, my hoodie unzipped to reveal my barely formed abs.

He shut his eyes and faced away, oh this was way to good, his pink lips tightened.

He wasn't scared cause I was alive, in fact he was relieved, he was scared because he had buried feelings.

The lust was pouring from his skin, I bit my lip at him, "thanks for burying me, that was really sweet" so said with a smile.

"How are you alive, you had no pulse" he whispered angrily, I laughed as I grabbed his hand.

I twisted and a loud crunch tore through the air, he went to yell but I covered his mouth.

"Shhh smile, it'll help with the pain trust me" I said, he looked at me like I was crazy.

I pushed him against the door, "you see you did kill me, well not you, your little friend" I whispered.

His eyes widened in fear, but I realized it was because for once in my life I wasn't smiling.

"It's just that I didn't stay dead, but I'll find out why soon enough" I said, his pupils were huge with lust.

"So now what? are you going to kill me?" he asked gazing into my eyes.

"I was thinking about it, but I have something better for you" I said with a smile.

"What's that" he asked genuinely getting scared.

I pressed my lips against his, my first kiss, my hands dropped him and wrapped around his neck.

His hands wrapped around my waist, as he kissed me back for a few seconds.

He viciously pushed me away and wiped his mouth, "what the hell!" he yelled.

"I've planted the seed" I said with a grin, his heart was still racing, I couldn't kill him.

He had issues, like who is more horrified of being gay then someone they killed coming back to life?

It's like killing a child, I continued on my path of destruction, seeking out Simon, my killer.

And this is where my story really begins...

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