This is my first attempt at a story... it probably sucks.
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This is a story about Davidzx.
When David was born, his father was so repulsed with his appearance, that he threw him onto the floor and brutally assaulted his leg. This scarred him for never-ending life. While growing up he faced many challenges trying to fit into a society of two legged persons and was mocked relentlessly. His peers would call him Peg Leg Dave, making him feel bad, and became an outcast. This eventually made him act out, he would usually throw tantrums, but later resorted to violence. Many children were hospitalized when attacked with his prosthetic leg, which he learned to use as a deadly weapon.
At some point in his life, something inside him snapped, he wanted to be like everyone else. He wanted to be normal and know what it is like to have two legs. He wanted to know what "two knees" was. He decided to find a way to get a human leg, and attach it. Now, you and I both know that finding a usable leg is hard, but David had other means of finding one. He would have to kill someone. Not just anyone, his father. The same person who stole his leg. The same person who had literally ruined his entire life. This was payback for all the grief his fathers actions had caused him. His father would know what he had to live without. He would feel what it was like, being an insufferable piece of trash with but one leg.
His vengeance would be sweet.
And it was. He had gotten a leg. Unfortunately no one would attach the leg, and he could not let it bleed any longer, lest it become unusable. Of course, his father was much taller and more muscular, being an Olympian track star. He would look entirely irregular with one leg being larger than the other. He couldn't just attach it as is. He grabbed the bleeding, sawed off leg and ran. But before he left the house, his father moaned, "Son. I hope you get hit by a car."
He ran with all the running a crippled person could run. He passed old ladies, houses, fruit vendors and eventually found his destination.
"There it is," he said. He looked at the abandoned factory. He searched for the door, and went in. It was an old factory, used in the early 20's, back when there were no food regulations, most likely to make hot dogs. It was dusty and old, riddled with spider-webs and what he thought was chocolate.
He knew the only thing he had to do was to mix himself and the leg. He took off his fake leg and hobbled over to the nearest barrel of waste. He smashed the lid. Harder and harder until both the leg and the lid was destroyed. "Goodbye." he said. He tossed in what would be his new leg. He took off everything he was wearing. If there was someone there, they most likely would have died seeing this sight. Then, naked, he jumped into the disgusting barrel of run-off. He shrieked in pain. His yelling echoed off the walls of the factory. He felt for his father's leg. He grabbed it and pushed it around. It did not move around, and he knew it was attached. He had complete control of it.
Suddenly, he felt a pulse throughout him. His whole body was swelling up. He quickly jumped out of the barrel, falling over in the process. He tried to stand up. His physique swelled yet again,and his height grew dramatically. He grew to be 6'5". His face grew hair, when suddenly, he heard a faint noise.
The noise grew louder, and he panicked. He strained to hear. He saw the outline of it. He stepped closer into the shadows...
