01-31-2014, 03:20 AM
Panteni was the firstborn of a wealthy family living in a small village in the south of Spain.
His first years were the perfect live every child should have. He was surrounded by a
loving family, never pampered though he had everything he needed. Most of the time he
was a caring, gentle and lovable child. He was lively and polite, and his eyes always sparkled as if he knew a secret, that nobody else knew about. But at times he would have tantrums, the worst kind of tantrums. Sometimes triggered by a bit of pain, other times when he was treated unfair, but there were times (and these where the worst) at which nothing could be pointed out as a trigger. But his parents never worried, they would point out to other people that those were just some leftovers from the terrible two's.
By the year 2020, when he was just 7 years old, he had the worst tantrum of his life. An earthquake in the nearby village killed his grandmother, and as he heard the news he raged as he had never before. His mother saw ,for the first time, the pure hatred and vile that was in his eyes during these tantrums. Innocence and love seemed to have disappeard from his eyes, there was no sign of grief, no sign of humanity. Something inside of him had broken.
His mother didn't know what to do. Out of desperation she went to the Gipsy Queen, as no one could tell her what was wrong with her child. As soon as she walked into the chapel of Santa Maria, an old woman approached her. She told the mother to come with her to the chamber in the backroom of the chapel. She was told to sit down, and without any further interaction, the Queen started shuffling her tarot deck. As she layed out the cards her face started showing more and more signs of worry. She looked at the mother and said only: "get this child out of the country, no saint or God can cure him of the devil growing inside of him. Take him away, leave your family behind or you will both die. "
Her worries weren't taken away, but it couldn't possibly be as bad as the Gipsy Queen had said. She thought that it was just the Gipsy superstition and their religious views towards mental health. The more she thought about it on her way home, the more her worries slipped away. They were grieving, as was the rest of the family. But when she got home, something felt off. She aproached the half open door with an ice-cold knot in her stomach. And as she slowly opened the door, her youngest daughter came running towards her with teardrenched eyes. "mamá, something is wrong with Pan" and they both ran upstairs. She walked into the room, and in the middle of a ravaged bedroom sat Panteni. Almost as if he was meditating. He opened his eyes and with a voice that seemed to radiate peace he said to his mother: "Mamá, you know what to do".
And she did.
they left almost immediately, crossed the straight of Gibraltar and found a home in the City of Tetuan and tried to live a normal life. They had contact with their family back home and although things weren't ideal, Panteni didn't have a tantrum for may years. His mother even thought of going back home, but Panteni kept urging they should stay. And so they did.
Years of peaceful living, family members that would sometimes visit them, and Panteni going to school they heard more and more about civil unrest in the rest of the world. And then the CCD took over in Europe. In just a few years his father had lost everything they owned. They had to move out of Europe and they wanted to join Panteni and his mother. His mother was so happy the entire family would be reunited again albeit in poverty. Panteni seemed happy too and he got more and more excited with the idea of the entire family in one house once again. But the family never arrived. A week before he would turn 18 they heard the news: and entire boat filled with refugees had been swallowed by the sea.
Panteni exploded with anger and the demon seemed to have returned. He wreaked havoc in their small house, his mother was scared for her life and wanted to leave... she ran to the door. And as Panteni shouted: "Mamá, why are you leaving me as well?!" she fell to the floor. While her eyes filled up with tears of agony and pain, her spirit left her body.
This was the first time the terrible headache came upon him. He screamed as he never did before and collapsed to the floor, fainted.
He spend his 18th birhtday in an asylum. In the first weeks he had a terrible fever and the nurses took care of him as well as they could. His story wasn't the worst they'd heard in their workfield, so they weren't worried. All they knew was he had killed his mother in an act of rage. But as he seemed to be doing better and he opened his eyes more often they weren't so sure anymore. By the time the sickness had left completely, no nurse wanted to go near him. He could easily be treated, had no tantrums and was more apathic then anything else, but they all whispered the same "Shaitan is in his eyes". And when a doctor entered the room, with a huge feeling of unease, something in the eyes of the boy changed. He looked directly into the doctor's eyes and the doc had the feeling he should flee. As he took out a needle to give him his last shot before he would be send out to a juvi-prison the docter missed Panteni's vein and scraped the bone. Panteni screemed in pain and doctor dropped dead. The feeling of the sickness returned and he fainted, only to wake up tied down to a bed in a dark room. Here he would spend his 19th birthday, and his 20th.
but in that dark room something changed inside of him. He began to feel something... growing inside of him. Something pushing to come out. He started to believe the whispers about the devil inside of him. But then something happened, in a moment of clarity he understood. He was no devil, he was just special. That moment he decided not to be afraid of what was inside of him he tried to almost, catch that feeling. It didn't work. He got frustrated and kept trying. His frustration grew by the day and then came an almost magical moment. As his frustration changed into anger he was filled with power. He suddenly could see everything in his dark cell. He could see the tube going into his arm that fed him as he layed tied down in his bed. He could see another tube putting a strange transparent liquid into his arm. He could see clearly in the dark. And he felt a power surging through his body. And then, as anger made way for curiosity, the power was gone, the room was dark.
He started to get control of his anger and his power. He felt the power fighting back the medicine they gave him to cloud his mind. He started holding the power for longer times without really using it. But after a while, he would faint into a dreamless sleep. This cycle kept repeating itself. The medicine didn't have a grip on his mind anymore. His dreams returned and although he couldn't remember them, he felt they where important.
After having spend two years in complete darkness, there was one particular night something strange happened, he felt as if he wasn't dreaming, but knew he was asleep. He was lying on the bed and thought about how it was in the outside world. And suddenly, he was in the outside world. Still tight down to the bed he let his eyes explore the air. The sweet fresh and warm air filled his lungs. He hadn't sensed it in years, and his eyes filled with tears. He wanted more of the fresh air, wanted to fly through the air absorbing as much of the fresh air as he could. His bed took to the sky and he wondered... could he make the bed... and his bed was gone. For the first time in years he spread his arms, his legs and happiness overwhelmed him. He was free, and the devil that had been inside of him for all these years vanished for the first time. He soared through the air like a bird, filled with joy. He flew further and futher away. Where previously there had been a knot filled with anger, there now was a warm and soothing feeling. He flew to his old home in Tangiers, and when he came down... he noticed there were no people on the street. He flew higher again towards his village in spain. And when he got to the village, there was a large strange flag untop of city hall. He went on to his house and saw there were nothing but ruins... suddenly a hooded man appeared next to him. He only heard a whisper. "you shouldn't be here yet". He felt as if he was forced back into the chamber, locked up once again. And he woke up.
He tried going back every time he fell asleep. He couldn't. He tried to call upon his power. And he couldn't. And for the first time in his life, he felt lost. The medicine didn't have a grip on his mind anymore. Then grief struck. Never in his life had he felt sadness, and it overwhelmed him. Memories that had been pushed away by the medicine came back, he remembered his life more clearly than ever. And he just knew, that the power that had given him back his mind, had taken away his mother. The next year was filled with remorse, grief and the feeling of loss.
Another year passed and the doctors noticed the change inside of him. They were no longer filled with fright as they passed by his room. The monitors showed that he was still alive, he was still receiving medicine and that the feeding bot still gave him what he needed. But they also noticed something else, his bloodrate was low. His heart wasn't pounding anymore as it had been for years. The whispers started again. But for the first time in years they weren't about Patient S.(the name nurses had given Panteni). They where about a nurse. One nurse in particular.
Some nurses whispered the word "witch". Others the word "Saint". But most whispers where the rumors they'd heard about people with strange powers. Nurse Luna had worked in the asylum for almost a year and had only heard stories about Patient S. as they called him. Every patient in the asylum was doing better since she arrived. Every patient she nursed showed almost miraculous recovery. There was only one patient she wasn't allowed to see, Patient S.. She was aware of her influence as well, she couldn't really control it, but all she knew was it all happened after the sickness. Ever since she had known that she soothed and brought a feeling of peace to the people around her, she had worked here in the Asylum. She had the feeling she made this dark world a little bit better, and she wanted to help even the worst case this asylum had. Patient S. She awaited a good moment to go to him, and on the first nightwatch she was alone, she sneaked into solitary.
A bright light exploded in his eyes. Panteni didn't dare open his eyes again. He remembered what it was, he knew what it was. But his eyes just couldn't handle what suddenly struck them, the first ray of light that came into the room in years. And right at the moment the pain was at it's worse, he succumbed to a feeling of love.The agony had finally ended, he understood his grief, he understood his anger. He understand himself. And he understood the light. That light, was an angel.
She walked toward the room in the back. She whiped her pass and heard sound of the magnetic doors unlocking. She carefully opened the door, and as she saw the thin ray of light touching the face of patient S. he screamed in agony. She was a little bit scared but switched out the hallway lights and walked towards him. As soon as she touched him he calmed down. She was in complete darkness, but she had never felt safer in her life. And she just knew they looked each other in the eyes. She bend over and kissed him.
A sweet smell reached his nose, almost reminded him of home. He just knew he looked the angel in the eyes. And all he felt was the urge to kiss her. He reached up as much as his restraints would allow him to, and their lips touched each other.
They both didn't understand it, they didn't even know what the other one looked like. This Patient was different. She didn't feel the same darkness that was in the minds of the other patients. She only felt sadness and suffering inside of him. On that moment they knew they belonged together.
Panteni felt the restraints around him loosen up. This was no angel... this was a woman. His woman. Arms surrounded him and warmth overwhelmed him. Her arms lifted him up and put him in a wheelchair.
Nurse Luna sneeked him out of the Asylum. She knew she coulnd't work there anymore, she knew she had to flee the city. She knew, and she didn't care.
The next two years flew by. They where filled with love and joy. But one night something went horribly wrong. It started with a knock on the door. As Luna opened it up she saw two men wearing strange cloths. One of them had a strange tattoo on his arm, it looked like a snake in the form of an 8. She felt the darkness inside of them and she turned to the only defense she had. She tried to light their darkness. One of the men relaxed and calmed down.
"I'm sorry miss, that wont work on me". And a bag was pulled over her head.
"The other one must be upstairs" Was all Panteni needed to hear. They had come for him. He tried to open the window to jump out and escape, but he just coulnd't. The stranger came into the room. He manically tried to open the window but it still wouldn't give a budge. The moment he was struck by electricity the old demon returned. His powers had returned, and he lashed out with all he could. The stranger suddenly held his head and started screaming. Somehow Panteni knew he was overflowing the man with nightmares. The worst kind of nightmares, those that feel as real as life. That was his moment. The man kept on screaming as Panteni rushed down the stair to look for Luna. but all he could see was one van driving away in the distance, and another one still parked with the back door open. They had taken his moon, and he gave them the darkest night of their life.
He stole a horse and escaped the country and started his own pilgrimage. He travelled on horseback through as much nature as possible. Obtaining food and money by using his power he managed to survive. He travelled through the north of africa, followed the trail to jerusalem. The most believed speculations say he went on to the Himalayas. Others say that he had gone to the most southern tip of Africa, and there are whispers who talk about the south pole, Antarctica. Nothing is really known, and he doesn't answer any questions asked about those years. He seemed to have disappeared, only to reappeare in the outskirts of Moscow in the year 2043. He had changed, though his physical and mental scars were still visible, he looked like a man who had found the answer of life. Now searching for a way to help mankind and to find his moon. Starting in Moscow.
His first years were the perfect live every child should have. He was surrounded by a
loving family, never pampered though he had everything he needed. Most of the time he
was a caring, gentle and lovable child. He was lively and polite, and his eyes always sparkled as if he knew a secret, that nobody else knew about. But at times he would have tantrums, the worst kind of tantrums. Sometimes triggered by a bit of pain, other times when he was treated unfair, but there were times (and these where the worst) at which nothing could be pointed out as a trigger. But his parents never worried, they would point out to other people that those were just some leftovers from the terrible two's.
By the year 2020, when he was just 7 years old, he had the worst tantrum of his life. An earthquake in the nearby village killed his grandmother, and as he heard the news he raged as he had never before. His mother saw ,for the first time, the pure hatred and vile that was in his eyes during these tantrums. Innocence and love seemed to have disappeard from his eyes, there was no sign of grief, no sign of humanity. Something inside of him had broken.
His mother didn't know what to do. Out of desperation she went to the Gipsy Queen, as no one could tell her what was wrong with her child. As soon as she walked into the chapel of Santa Maria, an old woman approached her. She told the mother to come with her to the chamber in the backroom of the chapel. She was told to sit down, and without any further interaction, the Queen started shuffling her tarot deck. As she layed out the cards her face started showing more and more signs of worry. She looked at the mother and said only: "get this child out of the country, no saint or God can cure him of the devil growing inside of him. Take him away, leave your family behind or you will both die. "
Her worries weren't taken away, but it couldn't possibly be as bad as the Gipsy Queen had said. She thought that it was just the Gipsy superstition and their religious views towards mental health. The more she thought about it on her way home, the more her worries slipped away. They were grieving, as was the rest of the family. But when she got home, something felt off. She aproached the half open door with an ice-cold knot in her stomach. And as she slowly opened the door, her youngest daughter came running towards her with teardrenched eyes. "mamá, something is wrong with Pan" and they both ran upstairs. She walked into the room, and in the middle of a ravaged bedroom sat Panteni. Almost as if he was meditating. He opened his eyes and with a voice that seemed to radiate peace he said to his mother: "Mamá, you know what to do".
And she did.
they left almost immediately, crossed the straight of Gibraltar and found a home in the City of Tetuan and tried to live a normal life. They had contact with their family back home and although things weren't ideal, Panteni didn't have a tantrum for may years. His mother even thought of going back home, but Panteni kept urging they should stay. And so they did.
Years of peaceful living, family members that would sometimes visit them, and Panteni going to school they heard more and more about civil unrest in the rest of the world. And then the CCD took over in Europe. In just a few years his father had lost everything they owned. They had to move out of Europe and they wanted to join Panteni and his mother. His mother was so happy the entire family would be reunited again albeit in poverty. Panteni seemed happy too and he got more and more excited with the idea of the entire family in one house once again. But the family never arrived. A week before he would turn 18 they heard the news: and entire boat filled with refugees had been swallowed by the sea.
Panteni exploded with anger and the demon seemed to have returned. He wreaked havoc in their small house, his mother was scared for her life and wanted to leave... she ran to the door. And as Panteni shouted: "Mamá, why are you leaving me as well?!" she fell to the floor. While her eyes filled up with tears of agony and pain, her spirit left her body.
This was the first time the terrible headache came upon him. He screamed as he never did before and collapsed to the floor, fainted.
He spend his 18th birhtday in an asylum. In the first weeks he had a terrible fever and the nurses took care of him as well as they could. His story wasn't the worst they'd heard in their workfield, so they weren't worried. All they knew was he had killed his mother in an act of rage. But as he seemed to be doing better and he opened his eyes more often they weren't so sure anymore. By the time the sickness had left completely, no nurse wanted to go near him. He could easily be treated, had no tantrums and was more apathic then anything else, but they all whispered the same "Shaitan is in his eyes". And when a doctor entered the room, with a huge feeling of unease, something in the eyes of the boy changed. He looked directly into the doctor's eyes and the doc had the feeling he should flee. As he took out a needle to give him his last shot before he would be send out to a juvi-prison the docter missed Panteni's vein and scraped the bone. Panteni screemed in pain and doctor dropped dead. The feeling of the sickness returned and he fainted, only to wake up tied down to a bed in a dark room. Here he would spend his 19th birthday, and his 20th.
but in that dark room something changed inside of him. He began to feel something... growing inside of him. Something pushing to come out. He started to believe the whispers about the devil inside of him. But then something happened, in a moment of clarity he understood. He was no devil, he was just special. That moment he decided not to be afraid of what was inside of him he tried to almost, catch that feeling. It didn't work. He got frustrated and kept trying. His frustration grew by the day and then came an almost magical moment. As his frustration changed into anger he was filled with power. He suddenly could see everything in his dark cell. He could see the tube going into his arm that fed him as he layed tied down in his bed. He could see another tube putting a strange transparent liquid into his arm. He could see clearly in the dark. And he felt a power surging through his body. And then, as anger made way for curiosity, the power was gone, the room was dark.
He started to get control of his anger and his power. He felt the power fighting back the medicine they gave him to cloud his mind. He started holding the power for longer times without really using it. But after a while, he would faint into a dreamless sleep. This cycle kept repeating itself. The medicine didn't have a grip on his mind anymore. His dreams returned and although he couldn't remember them, he felt they where important.
After having spend two years in complete darkness, there was one particular night something strange happened, he felt as if he wasn't dreaming, but knew he was asleep. He was lying on the bed and thought about how it was in the outside world. And suddenly, he was in the outside world. Still tight down to the bed he let his eyes explore the air. The sweet fresh and warm air filled his lungs. He hadn't sensed it in years, and his eyes filled with tears. He wanted more of the fresh air, wanted to fly through the air absorbing as much of the fresh air as he could. His bed took to the sky and he wondered... could he make the bed... and his bed was gone. For the first time in years he spread his arms, his legs and happiness overwhelmed him. He was free, and the devil that had been inside of him for all these years vanished for the first time. He soared through the air like a bird, filled with joy. He flew further and futher away. Where previously there had been a knot filled with anger, there now was a warm and soothing feeling. He flew to his old home in Tangiers, and when he came down... he noticed there were no people on the street. He flew higher again towards his village in spain. And when he got to the village, there was a large strange flag untop of city hall. He went on to his house and saw there were nothing but ruins... suddenly a hooded man appeared next to him. He only heard a whisper. "you shouldn't be here yet". He felt as if he was forced back into the chamber, locked up once again. And he woke up.
He tried going back every time he fell asleep. He couldn't. He tried to call upon his power. And he couldn't. And for the first time in his life, he felt lost. The medicine didn't have a grip on his mind anymore. Then grief struck. Never in his life had he felt sadness, and it overwhelmed him. Memories that had been pushed away by the medicine came back, he remembered his life more clearly than ever. And he just knew, that the power that had given him back his mind, had taken away his mother. The next year was filled with remorse, grief and the feeling of loss.
Another year passed and the doctors noticed the change inside of him. They were no longer filled with fright as they passed by his room. The monitors showed that he was still alive, he was still receiving medicine and that the feeding bot still gave him what he needed. But they also noticed something else, his bloodrate was low. His heart wasn't pounding anymore as it had been for years. The whispers started again. But for the first time in years they weren't about Patient S.(the name nurses had given Panteni). They where about a nurse. One nurse in particular.
Some nurses whispered the word "witch". Others the word "Saint". But most whispers where the rumors they'd heard about people with strange powers. Nurse Luna had worked in the asylum for almost a year and had only heard stories about Patient S. as they called him. Every patient in the asylum was doing better since she arrived. Every patient she nursed showed almost miraculous recovery. There was only one patient she wasn't allowed to see, Patient S.. She was aware of her influence as well, she couldn't really control it, but all she knew was it all happened after the sickness. Ever since she had known that she soothed and brought a feeling of peace to the people around her, she had worked here in the Asylum. She had the feeling she made this dark world a little bit better, and she wanted to help even the worst case this asylum had. Patient S. She awaited a good moment to go to him, and on the first nightwatch she was alone, she sneaked into solitary.
A bright light exploded in his eyes. Panteni didn't dare open his eyes again. He remembered what it was, he knew what it was. But his eyes just couldn't handle what suddenly struck them, the first ray of light that came into the room in years. And right at the moment the pain was at it's worse, he succumbed to a feeling of love.The agony had finally ended, he understood his grief, he understood his anger. He understand himself. And he understood the light. That light, was an angel.
She walked toward the room in the back. She whiped her pass and heard sound of the magnetic doors unlocking. She carefully opened the door, and as she saw the thin ray of light touching the face of patient S. he screamed in agony. She was a little bit scared but switched out the hallway lights and walked towards him. As soon as she touched him he calmed down. She was in complete darkness, but she had never felt safer in her life. And she just knew they looked each other in the eyes. She bend over and kissed him.
A sweet smell reached his nose, almost reminded him of home. He just knew he looked the angel in the eyes. And all he felt was the urge to kiss her. He reached up as much as his restraints would allow him to, and their lips touched each other.
They both didn't understand it, they didn't even know what the other one looked like. This Patient was different. She didn't feel the same darkness that was in the minds of the other patients. She only felt sadness and suffering inside of him. On that moment they knew they belonged together.
Panteni felt the restraints around him loosen up. This was no angel... this was a woman. His woman. Arms surrounded him and warmth overwhelmed him. Her arms lifted him up and put him in a wheelchair.
Nurse Luna sneeked him out of the Asylum. She knew she coulnd't work there anymore, she knew she had to flee the city. She knew, and she didn't care.
The next two years flew by. They where filled with love and joy. But one night something went horribly wrong. It started with a knock on the door. As Luna opened it up she saw two men wearing strange cloths. One of them had a strange tattoo on his arm, it looked like a snake in the form of an 8. She felt the darkness inside of them and she turned to the only defense she had. She tried to light their darkness. One of the men relaxed and calmed down.
"I'm sorry miss, that wont work on me". And a bag was pulled over her head.
"The other one must be upstairs" Was all Panteni needed to hear. They had come for him. He tried to open the window to jump out and escape, but he just coulnd't. The stranger came into the room. He manically tried to open the window but it still wouldn't give a budge. The moment he was struck by electricity the old demon returned. His powers had returned, and he lashed out with all he could. The stranger suddenly held his head and started screaming. Somehow Panteni knew he was overflowing the man with nightmares. The worst kind of nightmares, those that feel as real as life. That was his moment. The man kept on screaming as Panteni rushed down the stair to look for Luna. but all he could see was one van driving away in the distance, and another one still parked with the back door open. They had taken his moon, and he gave them the darkest night of their life.
He stole a horse and escaped the country and started his own pilgrimage. He travelled on horseback through as much nature as possible. Obtaining food and money by using his power he managed to survive. He travelled through the north of africa, followed the trail to jerusalem. The most believed speculations say he went on to the Himalayas. Others say that he had gone to the most southern tip of Africa, and there are whispers who talk about the south pole, Antarctica. Nothing is really known, and he doesn't answer any questions asked about those years. He seemed to have disappeared, only to reappeare in the outskirts of Moscow in the year 2043. He had changed, though his physical and mental scars were still visible, he looked like a man who had found the answer of life. Now searching for a way to help mankind and to find his moon. Starting in Moscow.