Corrupted
By: Chibi Sephy
Prologue
~*September 11th 1928*~
At eight-thirty that day, a boy was born. He was rather odd looking-he had shoulder length silver hair, with a bit of blue mixed in. The color of his eyes were normal, blue, but something about them were also different than normal-they shone. Literally. He had a petite stature, with small bones, showing that if he ever got really large, his body wouldn't be able to handle it well. The father of this boy strikingly looked almost exactly like him, but with green eyes, instead of blue. He, too, had a small figure, however, he was decently tall. This man found his newborn son to be the most perfect child he had ever seen in his life. The mother, though exhausted, was very excited to see her son and called him perfect just as the father had done.
However, there was a third person that wasn't quite as overjoyed over the newborn child. He was the older brother of the boy, and knew what unhappiness it would bring him. He knew that they would soon begin to ignore him, even more so than before. After all, he wasn't even related to the silver-blue haired father at all. He was simply a stepson. The worst thing was the fact that his stepfather owned the house, or rather, the large medieval style manor they lived in. Ever since his mother, Freya Brune, received and accepted a marriage proposal from Alexander Aurel Auer, he had been living in the manor. Although he liked the large rooms and libraries that the manor possessed, he missed his old home, which had been located near the vast Rhine River.
The older boy's name was Augustus. Instead of changing his last name to Auer, as his mother had nearly fallen to her knees and begged to get him to do, he kept his beloved last name of Brune. After he had refused to convert his last name several times, his mother finally gave up, quickly realizing the fact that her son from her late husband, whose name had also been Augustus, was still loyal to the old family. Alexander attempted to welcome Augustus to his home, but failed miserably. Especially after August (His shortened name that everyone called him.) found out that his mother was going to soon have a child by him.
August was watching his mother, the only person that he really cared for that was still alive. He glared at the clone of Alexander in her arms. He immediately began to despise the boy, that the parents simply lazily named after his father-Alexander Aurel Auer, the second. (Freya disliked adding the word 'Junior' to the name, since she thought it sounded rather unprofessional.) Even if the young son hadn't looked exactly like his father, the name alone would have called hatred and anger up from August's heart.
He would hate that child until the day he would die. He would get revenge from the man that took his mother away, and the stupid bratty baby that would slowly also start to take his mother away from him.
August was going to kill them someday. Both of the horrid cowardly Auers. Then, he would get his mother back. Show her; teach her, that people like that rich and well known Auers would bring every body and soul to the dirty blood covered ground he pictured in his mind everyday. Something, which he could never escape from until that whole family, was gone forever.
That day, he began to think out a plan that would first get the son, then later hopefully the father. It would take at least four or five years to train himself, but he would do it. Anything to get his mother back. He would train himself to sword fight, using one of the biggest swords he had ever seen, downstairs in the massive basement in Auer Manor. It was a rusty, ancient, and slightly dented sword, but it would do for the two murders he was going to do soon. It didn't matter what object he would kill them with.. As long as they would be dead and gone.
However, August was no fool. He knew that he could not go against a full- grown man, trained masterfully with a sword that was twice August's own height. He was going to bide his time against Alexander the first, until he was old enough to fight against him. Luckily, Alexander the second would be much easier to kill, fortunately for him. Terrible for the kid. Smirking to himself, he ran his long piano player like fingers through his unruly light blonde hair, blue eyes flashing with admiration at his own idea.
Author's notes: This is my first real story. I've written fanfics, on the counterpart to this site, fanfiction(dot)net. Same username. I have some weird ideas for this story. Please review, and tell me what you think so far. I would appreciate it if it isn't an outright complaint, but give me reasons why you dislike my story instead of saying something mean for no reason.
Do I put enough details in this story? I tried, but sometimes I don't think I'm descriptive enough at times. Can you picture my characters?
This will probably be my only Author's notes, unless you want me to continue to write them for some unknown reason...
By: Chibi Sephy
Prologue
~*September 11th 1928*~
At eight-thirty that day, a boy was born. He was rather odd looking-he had shoulder length silver hair, with a bit of blue mixed in. The color of his eyes were normal, blue, but something about them were also different than normal-they shone. Literally. He had a petite stature, with small bones, showing that if he ever got really large, his body wouldn't be able to handle it well. The father of this boy strikingly looked almost exactly like him, but with green eyes, instead of blue. He, too, had a small figure, however, he was decently tall. This man found his newborn son to be the most perfect child he had ever seen in his life. The mother, though exhausted, was very excited to see her son and called him perfect just as the father had done.
However, there was a third person that wasn't quite as overjoyed over the newborn child. He was the older brother of the boy, and knew what unhappiness it would bring him. He knew that they would soon begin to ignore him, even more so than before. After all, he wasn't even related to the silver-blue haired father at all. He was simply a stepson. The worst thing was the fact that his stepfather owned the house, or rather, the large medieval style manor they lived in. Ever since his mother, Freya Brune, received and accepted a marriage proposal from Alexander Aurel Auer, he had been living in the manor. Although he liked the large rooms and libraries that the manor possessed, he missed his old home, which had been located near the vast Rhine River.
The older boy's name was Augustus. Instead of changing his last name to Auer, as his mother had nearly fallen to her knees and begged to get him to do, he kept his beloved last name of Brune. After he had refused to convert his last name several times, his mother finally gave up, quickly realizing the fact that her son from her late husband, whose name had also been Augustus, was still loyal to the old family. Alexander attempted to welcome Augustus to his home, but failed miserably. Especially after August (His shortened name that everyone called him.) found out that his mother was going to soon have a child by him.
August was watching his mother, the only person that he really cared for that was still alive. He glared at the clone of Alexander in her arms. He immediately began to despise the boy, that the parents simply lazily named after his father-Alexander Aurel Auer, the second. (Freya disliked adding the word 'Junior' to the name, since she thought it sounded rather unprofessional.) Even if the young son hadn't looked exactly like his father, the name alone would have called hatred and anger up from August's heart.
He would hate that child until the day he would die. He would get revenge from the man that took his mother away, and the stupid bratty baby that would slowly also start to take his mother away from him.
August was going to kill them someday. Both of the horrid cowardly Auers. Then, he would get his mother back. Show her; teach her, that people like that rich and well known Auers would bring every body and soul to the dirty blood covered ground he pictured in his mind everyday. Something, which he could never escape from until that whole family, was gone forever.
That day, he began to think out a plan that would first get the son, then later hopefully the father. It would take at least four or five years to train himself, but he would do it. Anything to get his mother back. He would train himself to sword fight, using one of the biggest swords he had ever seen, downstairs in the massive basement in Auer Manor. It was a rusty, ancient, and slightly dented sword, but it would do for the two murders he was going to do soon. It didn't matter what object he would kill them with.. As long as they would be dead and gone.
However, August was no fool. He knew that he could not go against a full- grown man, trained masterfully with a sword that was twice August's own height. He was going to bide his time against Alexander the first, until he was old enough to fight against him. Luckily, Alexander the second would be much easier to kill, fortunately for him. Terrible for the kid. Smirking to himself, he ran his long piano player like fingers through his unruly light blonde hair, blue eyes flashing with admiration at his own idea.
Author's notes: This is my first real story. I've written fanfics, on the counterpart to this site, fanfiction(dot)net. Same username. I have some weird ideas for this story. Please review, and tell me what you think so far. I would appreciate it if it isn't an outright complaint, but give me reasons why you dislike my story instead of saying something mean for no reason.
Do I put enough details in this story? I tried, but sometimes I don't think I'm descriptive enough at times. Can you picture my characters?
This will probably be my only Author's notes, unless you want me to continue to write them for some unknown reason...