Hades Ray D6.... Finished

Was he evil or was it just an obsession?

Hair. The color of brown, blonde and black where mixed together to create the hair that laid flat on the top of his head. All he could feel when he rain his slim fingers through his hair was grime and dirt that had built up over the past few days. His ‘family’ didn’t have the money to pay for the water he needed to wash his hair and rid the dirt and grime that clung to his sculp. Even though it was covered in filth and grime he still cherished his hair and just loved to style it for the fun of it. His hair was a decent length and just covered his ears with his fringe just touching his eyebrows. Most girls in the district thought his hair was cute a giggles as he walks by or maybe they giggle because he looks ridiculous but he doesn’t think so.

Anger. He didn’t know why but for some reason he really did have anger problems. If someone taunted him or even just picked on him a little this anger that came out of nowhere explodes and takes over his body and mind and he just could control his actions and what he felt. He tended to try avoiding people so he wouldn’t have to get into these situations. Some people always though he was antisocial but no, it was just him trying to protect the people around him and so this animal didn’t come out and take control over him. He couldn’t allow it. So instead he hides in the shadow like a vampire avoiding the people who could make this animal come alive and walk alone with no one as a friend.

Dad and Mum. Hades never knew what had happened to his parents just that they were obsessed with these gods and believed there was a greater power out there. That’s where he got his name from. They thought that the name fitted him perfectly so that was how he got his name and from then on he was known as Hades. But that wasn’t the question he had been asking himself for years. The question that always gnawed at him was, what happened to his parents. One day he remembered waking up in his bed and walking down the hallway in to the kitchen. His parent where usually always there sitting and having breakfast on the floor waiting for work to begin. That was when he knew something terrible had happened. He remembered screaming out to them but the only answered he received was he echo then silence. He remembered the pain in his chest and the quick beat of his heart as it pumped quickly in his chest. His parents would never leave him on purpose but maybe they had. He curled up in a ball on the floor, just laying there as his heart slowly had a giant whole of loneliness and pain. Then he heard the knock on the door but he didn’t get up and answer the door, he didn’t have the energy. He heard the sound of the door opening and felt hands grabbing him and pulling him to his feet but he didn’t really care. All he could think about was his parents. A few days passed from when he was dragged out of the house and he was relocated to a house he didn’t know and with people who were concerned about him even if they didn’t know him. That’s when his life was ruined and he thought he would never heal of the pang in his heart but he was wrong.

Eyes. He didn’t like his eyes much as he thought they were ugly and a horrible colour. His eyes were a green that had hints of brown in them. He was told by many people that his eyes made him look older then he actually was. He knew it was true as he had been through many things and lost people who he was close to but he couldn’t do anything about it. He hated the fact that his eyes made him look older and that they gave away some of his secrets. He didn’t want people to know who he was and see the vulnerability in them and how he could easily hurt. He hated it so much and just wanted to cover them up and build a wall between him and the world outside. The only time when he really liked is eyes is when that anger burst through and his eyes blazed with ferocity and were bright with life.

Sarcastic. Hades was a very sarcastic and snarky boy. He believed it was the only way he could defend himself and not make himself look weak. He had a smirk that usually always stayed on his face and a voice full of attitude and warning. He didn’t really give a shit what people thought about him and he didn’t care if he hurt people with sarcasm and the attitude he served out to those around him. All he cared about was protecting himself and making sure his heart was closed to anyone. He couldn’t afford to allow anyone into his life as he was afraid it would hurt too much to have that torn away from him. So instead he pushed people away and made sure that people hated and despised him for who he was. In a way he was sort of selfish dick but he could deal with that.

Random people. When he was taken away from his old home he found that he didn’t really care where he was going or what would happen to him. Why would he? How could he continue to live when he had no one in his life he cared about and that why should he worry about what could happen to him. But as hours dragged on he realized he was in a house with people, random people. Why would he be in a house with people why couldn’t he just stay where he was and let sadness slowly erode him? He started to panic but pushed it down and breathed, trying to focus on the faces that surrounded him. He looked around wildly trying to take in all the faces that swarmed around him. He didn’t recognize anyone. He tried to push his way through the people and then ran straight in to someone. He let out a cry and looked up into the face of an aging man. He told him to calm down and said that his parents were killed by drunks and that he was an orphan. Hades felt his heart squeeze in his chest and then the tears came bursting out.

Ambitious. Yes he knew he was an ambitious person who set himself goals and worked towards them. His main ambition at the moment was finding a person who would take him away from this stupid community home and give him an actual life. He didn’t make many friends in their but he didn’t want friends. He had an ambition and he had to succeed without fail. No, he would succeed. He didn’t like people to know what his goal was and keep him from it so he just continue to act as a good little boy until he could leave the place. He felt like he didn’t belong and that this ambition would help him forget the bad memories that plagued his mind. All he ever wanted in life was grow up with his family and live a happy life. But he could never reach that goal so he had to set himself a new one.

Young love. Hades didn’t know why put whenever this girl walked in front of him he felt himself drawn towards her and his gaze followed her around the room. The thing was he didn’t even know this girls name and didn’t have the guts to talk to her so he continued to stare at her from afar. But one afternoon he couldn’t take it any more so he stood up and walked towards her. His palms were slick with sweat so he carefully wiped his palms on his pants and approached her. The girl stared at him as he walked up to her with a look of disbelief etched on her face. The girl started to laugh when he opened his mouth and he felt his cheeks brighten with embarrassment. Slowly as he saw all the faces turn towards them his embarrassment subside in to anger and he felt his body start to shake. He felt that snarky grin spread across his face. He opened his mouth to say something but then he realized that if he did he would hurt this girl just to make himself feel better. So with effort he forced himself to turn around and storm out the door which was one of the hardest things he had done in his life. He felt the anger pouring through his veins and slammed his fist into the wall next to him. He could fell the dull throb of pain spread through his hands but he ignored it and kept walking as that’s what he did best.

Yes this was who he was, Hades Ray.

Codeword: Odair