Skull Kid - The Beginning

This is part one of a series that I wrote. It is a story of an anti-hero of sorts.....I guess.....which I wrote in the form of a poem.....Lets call it an attempt to write a ballad.

Skull Kid - The Beginning

Skully was an ordinary boy

He was impossible to annoy

A very patient and sweet kid

Not a single bad thing he did

His parents passed away

And he had a step mom, who hated him, in every way

But did not have many people

To talk to, which created a ripple

In his innocent little mind

He tried being kind

But this didn’t help in any way

That was it, there was no ray

No ray of light

Until one day, he got into a fight

Skully was feeling frustrated

And just then, he was irritated

By a teacher who targeted him

His mood became dim

He took too much of this

He got up and slapped that miss

For a second, he went wild

Then he became mild

He ran out of the room

And bumped into a bully

The bully said “What up Skully?”

He lifted Skully and took him into the lab

And Skully made a grab

For a nearby bottle of acid

He was no where near placid

But the bully grabbed it first

He said “Dying of thirst?”

And made it an acid rain

Poor Skully writhed with pain

His face did burn violently

And the bully beat him vehemently

Skully was bleeding bad

It was the worst beat down he ever had

Soon, the bully left, and Skully was crying

He washed his face, and on the floor he was lying

His face searing with pain

His cries went in vain

Soon, he got up, and got out

With pain, he did shout

Even though he looked like a hideous creature

He was charged with hitting a teacher

And was sent home immediately

He staggered home, burnt severely

No one even gave him medical assistance

Still, he showed great resilience

He went to his room

And sat in gloom

He tended to his face

His heart beating at a rapid pace

His clothes torn, his body bleeding

He was in a terrible condition, no where near dreaming

His step mom came home, and helped him to the clinic

She was not at all sympathetic

She left him in the waiting room, and never came back

Not that the boy had courage that did lack

He knew that his step mom liked this

She must have thought this opportunity to be at bliss

His parents dead, and now the house gone

Everything he had from him, torn

That second, he was disowned by the stepmother

The nurse offered help like a mother

She washed his face, but could not do more

He stepped out of the clinic door

And was now an orphan

Straight home, he ran

But step mom just gave him his bags

And some food, water and dirty old rags

After searching, he found an abandoned old house

He took shelter, and soon, his senses did arouse

It happened all too soon

He wanted to swoon

He hated everything!

He no longer had anything

He hated everyone

He decide, something had to be done

He went through his baggage

He did rummage

His face hurt no longer

His body felt stronger

Despite the aid, he needed to cover his face

He thought of different ways

Finally, he found a mask

For which on his third birthday, he did ask

It had a painting of a skull on it

He put it on, and it fit

He went out of his den, and tried stalking a man

When the man noticed, he ran

Skully followed him, and chased him into an alley

The two of them were alone in the gully

Skully pulled out a knife

The man said “Don’t kill me, I have a wife!”

Skully said, “The world will pay for what it gave me

They never let me be

I was nice, but people never cared for me

And now, I don’t care either, I feel free!”

Thus, Skully stabbed the man dead

And stood in a pool of red

From that day, a new killer was born

The teenager Skully was gone

And a psycho killer came out, who never cared what he did

Now he is known as the infamous “Skull-Kid”

.....to be continued......

: -C.S.Sailendra