The Weirdos: How it Happened

This is a story by Death and The Soul Eater about how their amazing group, "The Weirdos" came to be. This is my first story so I hope you enjoy it!


1. Introducing Me, Death


    Hello everyone! My name is Death, AKA Louis is mine! K? and this is my chapter of these random stories. Why do people call me Death? Well, it's my nickname. Do I have any powers? Yes, I do. What are those powers? You'll find out. You're faking, aren't you? I wish I was but Death doesn't have that good of a sense of humor. 


    I guess I'll start with how I got my powers.


  When my mother was pregnant with me, she was cursed by and old hag. No, it wasn't fair. No, my mom did nothing to the old witch. Yes, that's how I got my powers. See, the old hag had a baby who died years ago. She saw my mom and was jealous of her soon-to-be healthy and beautiful baby girl. The old hag needed someone to take out all her anger out on and it was my mom. I despise that witch for that. 

 I was born but sadly, my mom died during the process. Nobody wanted me. Nobody took me in. My mom's siblings called me ''The Cursed One'' and pretended they didn't know me. I was alone in the world. What happened to my father? you ask. He left when he found out my mom was cursed. That stupid little coward. I don't know who he is, so I can't kill him. Yet.

 I went to school and tried to be normal. No such luck. I knew I would never be normal and I will never be. I had powers. Powers of death. I was a natural-born murderer. With them, I would never be a normal girl but I grew up to not use them. The fear of killing innocent people surrounded me. I never made friends, never talked, never raised my hand in class. But then, out of the blue, a boy decided to be my friend.

 He hung out with me and tried hard to make me open up but I would never. He would follow me every where I went. After school had ended, I went home. I live in an old shack in the forest, by the way. But that pesky boy followed me. 

 When I found out, I was furious. At that point, the fear was suffocating me. "I don't want to be your friend! Leave me alone!" I yelled. He tried to grab my arm but I knew better. I took his wrist before he could even touch me. "Now, you'll pay!" I yelled. He looked terrified and tried to run away but it was too late. He had already shriveled up into a pile of ashes. The grassy, forest floor opened up, swallowing the ashes. I was left alone in the forest.

  From that day on, I didn't care if people died. The fear just... shriveled up I guess. Yes, I still kill people. No, I don't get in trouble. Yes, I'm the only legal murderer. Don't worry, I only kill people whose time has come. That reminds me, now that you know my story, the time has come for you to die...



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