Young Writers Society

*So now it’s Mark’s turn for his story to be told! Gacha Club character designs are on my wall.As always,enjoy!

Once upon a time,there was a young, seventeen year old boy named Mark.He was dealing with the things most teenagers dealt with.Friends,school,bullies and dating.

But one day,when he went home,he found his Mom,Dad and eleven year old sister, Christina, his entire family, in fact, was dead.There was the overwhelming stench of rotten bodies,the walls were decorated with metallic,hot blood and squishy, squelch organs were lying on the floor.

The teen only stared at the grisly scene,horrified.

A message written in blood was on the walls.It said:

GIVE ME THE BOY.NOW.

Mark shuddered.His family tried so hard to get away from that…

A long time ago,when he was little, at the tender age of ten,he realized that the family he lived with wasn’t a normal family.It wasn’t even a family.It was a satanic witch cult.They took him away from his real family,because he had magical powers no one else had and they used him to their advantage.He was taken away from his family by the witches when he was three and reunited with them with he was ten.

He ran away from the witches,without them knowing.

But he had forgotten that they’d come back for him,that when they awoke from their slumber and gained more powers,they’d find him.

He couldn’t defeat them,even though he had extraordinary powers.They’ve always improved and changed their own,like how a virus changes to enter a host.He couldn’t possibly beat them..

Mark preferred to not use his powers and to not acknowledge magic at all.His family was fine with that and that was how life was.

Now,they were all dead.

A cloaked figure walked behind him.A witch.

“YOU BETRAYED US!” She seethed.

“I DIDN’T WANT ANY PART OF IT!” He screamed,crying.

“It doesn’t matter.You had powers,you were supposed to use them.” She said.She never showed her face.That was one of the things he hated about the cult.Members weren’t allowed to show their faces.Ever.It always felt like he was living with strangers.

“THE THINGS YOU WERE DOING WERE SATANIC!” Mark screamed.

She didn’t flinch.She simply pinned him to a wall and said:

“For your crimes,you shall suffer.”

“Crimes? What crimes?! I did nothing wrong! This is a crime! What you did is a crime!” Mark screamed.

She stabbed him in his gut.

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Mark woke up in the state park forest.He knew she must have left his body in here,so no one would find him.

He felt…different.

Suddenly,he realized what had happened.He wasn’t dead,like the rest of his family.He was a vampire.

Mark knew his parents left him and his sister the family fortune,if anything happened to them.

Mark was the only one living,so he’d have the money now.But that wasn’t important.

What was important was what he would do with the money.

“Witches are greedy and selfish creatures.They all want more power.” Mark seethed.

If he had enough money,a witch was bound to marry him for wealth.Then,after she married him…

He wouldn’t kill witches.No,they would all suffer a fate much worse than death.

They would suffer from lies,deception and a loss of magic.He’d manipulate them,all of them,until there were no more witches left.

It’s what they deserved.After all,his family was murdered by one.

“I’ll get rid of the witches.For you,my family.” Mark whispered.

“This is all for you.” He whispered grimly,walking out of the forest.