Laugh After Pain [shaman king-asakura hao]pt-1

name:[i dont care so i'll just use ___]
age:14
hair color/style/eye color/whatever:i dont care either. hopefully nothing too chocolove-like.
spirit/oversoul:you'll see later
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*flashback*
You were sitting in the corner of a dimly lit room with your shoulders hunched and your back curled. Hoping to make yourself seem smaller so he wont see you. Was he drunk again? You bit your lip softly and prayed-yes, you, who have never believed in God, prayed-that he wouldn't come home..please...not today..you already had too many injuries....
Too late. He's home.
You looked up into his bloodshot eyes as he reached his hairy arm into the sky[or rather, the ceiling]. He brought it down, hitting you square in the head...
Softly, with fear in your voice, you spoke.
"Please stop...father"
His reaction was expected. That man- your father- howled as he brought his hand across your face..once..twice...three times...
"I told you! I'm not your father, you bitch! That witch probably went and slept with some other witch and had you!"
You whimpered softly, and repeated, with a louder voice,
"Please stop, father"
Yes, this man in front of you was your father. The man who told you your mother was a witch and ruthlessly turned her in to the 'exorcist' who killed her. The man who claimed that he only kept your 'identity' a secret out of the 'goodness of his heart'... This man...
He kicked you in the stomach and you crashed into a wall. A crash that would have been fatal if someone-or something- hadn't caught you.
You heard a voice- a boy's voice-say, with more confidence than you've ever had,
"Her mother wasn't a witch, but a shaman. Witches don't exist in this world."
Both you and your father looked up in shock at the boy. He was a little taller than you, with long dark brown hair, and wore a long cloak with poofy pants. [sorry i have no idea how to describe his pants].
Howling in rage, your father launched himself at him and attempted to punch him. The boy only laughed.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, pitiful human."
He yelled something and the thing-the big red thing that saved you from your crash- reached over and picked up your father. His eyes bulged in terror. The boy looked at you.
"The choice is yours. Will you save this pitiful human responsible for the death of your mother, or let him die as he deserves?"
You couldn't speak.
"We, shamans, not witches, are far superior to you humans who destroy nature. We try to save the Earth from what you have done to it, but you despise us for it. Why can't you just all die?"
The boy looked at you. You got tearful as you remembered all of the happy memories you shared with your mother- memories this man destroyed.
Choking back tears, you whispered "I Agree."
You watched in horror as your father burned to death, but a small part of your heart enjoyed it. Then the big red 'thing' set you down and the boy looked at you, smiling.
"You are a shaman, like me. Become my comrad and help me rid the world of pitiful humans."
He held out his arms to help you up, but instead you jumped into them and put your arms around him as you sobbed on his shoulder. He seemed surprised, but smiled and said,
"I'll take that as a Yes."
To Be Continued.....
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