MAYNARD - BISEXUAL - SINGLE
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maynard with the many faces
Maynard [WIP]
- strange / mysterious guy
- friendly and flirty
- but appears very lonely
- few friends
- very loyal
- doesn't trust anyone easily
- strange / mysterious guy
- friendly and flirty
- but appears very lonely
- few friends
- very loyal
- doesn't trust anyone easily
Story
"We all have our secrets to keep and our stories to tell. They say a cat has nine lives; but I think, that we all do. But instead of nine actual lives, that retrieve us once we died, we have nine chances. Nine chances to make right whatever we have done wrong. And this it is: my ninth chance. Will I ever learn?
As you might have already guessed, or not, my name used to be a different one. Whenever I took on a new chance, I changed it. So far, I have carried eight names, this one shall be my ninth. Maynard. The strong one. I really hope, that I am strong this time, I really want to be. But, to be fair, it is not easy. There are reasons, after all, why I ran away. Why I stormed out of my old life, more than once already, and left everything behind.
The truth is: I keep killing someone. That's my big mistake. And not just someone, but myself. I happen to kill myself all over again.
I understand that this might not make any sense to whomever this is reading right now, so please let me explain. I assure you, that everything will be much clearer, once I have told you my story.
I really dislike starting from point zero, but I fear like I do not have a choice; otherwise I would not be able to clear everything up. However, I am gonna skip the unimportant years: me growing up. There is not much to know about me, my past me, really. I had the usual suburbian life: parents, a sister and a dog. My life was fairly uneventful. I went to school, I had mediocre grades, but I was an awesome basketball player. I spend my evenings at the drive-in and I had a cheerleader girlfriend.
Honestly, that's everything. Well, until everything changed. Someone, or something, came into my life; a dark figure, a shadow was rising over the suburbs that I called my home. A large cloud covering the sun, that nobody noticed but me.
But why me? Well... the truth is: Because that shadow was me. I am the dark figure, haunting myself in my sleep. I am the dark figure whispering evil words in my ears.
I don't know when exactly it started and I cannot tell you why. It came all of a sudden, with the blink of an eye. I went to bed as my old self one night and woke up as someone else at dawn the other day. On the outside, nothing had changed, but on the inside, everything had. I felt as if my soul had been grasped by a huge claw, the claw of the devil himself. I felt, and I still feel, as if that grasp had turned my soul black.
Then suddenly someone in my neighbourhood died. He was a bad man, rumors, that he was cheating on his wife have been lurking around for ages. But that doesn't mean, that he deserved, what he got, now, does it? The murderer was never caught, but the truth is: I killed him. I killed him, because I was sure, that he deserved it. And it was not only him, who I killed, but others, too.
First there was one victim, then there two, then four. Our town grew scared and I grew remorseful. I felt like I could no longer stay, so I decided to kill myself. Not literally, though. I wrote a letter to the police - from the savior of the sinners -, smeared some blood on my bed, left a bloody knife somewhere and left the city.
When I arrived somewhere else, I felt like everything would be fine from now on. But I was wrong. Only a few months passed by, until the darkness entered again. And instead of trying to fight it, I gave in again. And killed again.
You might have already guessed: After a while, I faked my own death and fled - again.
The first time the darkness has taken possession of me, that was six years ago. And I still have not beaten it. Instead, I am still running away from it, making myself a victim of my own crimes, so nobody suspects me.
This is now the ninth time, that I have run away from myself. I have been living in this town for almost a year and the sun is still shining bright. Maybe this time I did it, maybe this time the darkness won't find me.
But if it does after all - will you help hiding?"
As you might have already guessed, or not, my name used to be a different one. Whenever I took on a new chance, I changed it. So far, I have carried eight names, this one shall be my ninth. Maynard. The strong one. I really hope, that I am strong this time, I really want to be. But, to be fair, it is not easy. There are reasons, after all, why I ran away. Why I stormed out of my old life, more than once already, and left everything behind.
The truth is: I keep killing someone. That's my big mistake. And not just someone, but myself. I happen to kill myself all over again.
I understand that this might not make any sense to whomever this is reading right now, so please let me explain. I assure you, that everything will be much clearer, once I have told you my story.
I really dislike starting from point zero, but I fear like I do not have a choice; otherwise I would not be able to clear everything up. However, I am gonna skip the unimportant years: me growing up. There is not much to know about me, my past me, really. I had the usual suburbian life: parents, a sister and a dog. My life was fairly uneventful. I went to school, I had mediocre grades, but I was an awesome basketball player. I spend my evenings at the drive-in and I had a cheerleader girlfriend.
Honestly, that's everything. Well, until everything changed. Someone, or something, came into my life; a dark figure, a shadow was rising over the suburbs that I called my home. A large cloud covering the sun, that nobody noticed but me.
But why me? Well... the truth is: Because that shadow was me. I am the dark figure, haunting myself in my sleep. I am the dark figure whispering evil words in my ears.
I don't know when exactly it started and I cannot tell you why. It came all of a sudden, with the blink of an eye. I went to bed as my old self one night and woke up as someone else at dawn the other day. On the outside, nothing had changed, but on the inside, everything had. I felt as if my soul had been grasped by a huge claw, the claw of the devil himself. I felt, and I still feel, as if that grasp had turned my soul black.
Then suddenly someone in my neighbourhood died. He was a bad man, rumors, that he was cheating on his wife have been lurking around for ages. But that doesn't mean, that he deserved, what he got, now, does it? The murderer was never caught, but the truth is: I killed him. I killed him, because I was sure, that he deserved it. And it was not only him, who I killed, but others, too.
First there was one victim, then there two, then four. Our town grew scared and I grew remorseful. I felt like I could no longer stay, so I decided to kill myself. Not literally, though. I wrote a letter to the police - from the savior of the sinners -, smeared some blood on my bed, left a bloody knife somewhere and left the city.
When I arrived somewhere else, I felt like everything would be fine from now on. But I was wrong. Only a few months passed by, until the darkness entered again. And instead of trying to fight it, I gave in again. And killed again.
You might have already guessed: After a while, I faked my own death and fled - again.
The first time the darkness has taken possession of me, that was six years ago. And I still have not beaten it. Instead, I am still running away from it, making myself a victim of my own crimes, so nobody suspects me.
This is now the ninth time, that I have run away from myself. I have been living in this town for almost a year and the sun is still shining bright. Maybe this time I did it, maybe this time the darkness won't find me.
But if it does after all - will you help hiding?"