A story I am writing about a American Indian boy of the Comanche tribe in Texas. He his cursed with a supernatural evil but will have to confront his demon and the master of the underworld realm which has plans for his curse...
Hell’s Outlaw
Chapter 1
In the town of Big Spring, Texas, a 12 year old Comanche Indian boy named Koda awoke that Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement.
As with any boy approaching their 13th birthday in his tribe, he was to prepare for his spiritual quest but unlike the others before him, he did not look forward to it.
He has spent many arguments with his elders rejecting the ritual; he did not think that his generation no longer needed this.
How was going out into the wilderness with nothing to sustain him or even have shelter going to give him spiritual maturity?
Labeled a rebel within his family, he was determined to go against everything he was taught but of course he was excited to turn 13, what kid wouldn’t be?
“You still goin’ on that strike against your family Kode?” said his older brother Shilah while throwing a dirty shirt in his face.
“I’m not going against my family, just some stupid ritual that ain’t gonna do a thing for me,” he replied throwing the shirt back at him.
“How do you know? You’ve never been through it yet, don’t judge something until you know what it’s about.”
Shilah of course was considered the “good” brother who revered everything about their family.
He went on his spiritual quest and came back as he portrayed “a mature man” and even says he discovered his spiritual guide being a hawk.
He even went as far as to have an image of a hawk tattooed on his back.
Koda saw him as nothing but an arrogant big brother who believed he knew everything about life.
“I don’t need to experience something to know what something is; this stupid ritual is nothing but a superstition that does nothing but maybe teach me how to live homeless since you’re not given anything to live out there.”
Shilah just shook his head in frustration with his little brother. He knew he was young and still had a lot to learn but he knew he could do nothing to convince him.
If their wise grandfather couldn’t do it than who could?
“You know that arrogant attitude of yours is going to come back to haunt you one day,” Shilah warned him as he walked out Koda’s bedroom.
Koda paid no attention to him.
Getting out of bed he walked over to his dresser to pull out the clothes he would wear that day for his work at the garage.
His reflection in the mirror that was screwed on the head board of his dresser caught his attention.
Every time he looked at himself he could always see or sense something about himself that wasn’t right.
His appearance was normal, thick black hair down to his neck, big brown eyes that fit perfectly to his rectangular shaped face with a strong jaw that gave him the appearance that he was older than 12. Early puberty was to be thanked for that.
But above all, he always seemed suspicious of himself.
He often shrugged it off as a fear that his family tried to scare him with that he was born with a curse that made him so rebellious but he knew better.
But sometimes he considered their claims about him but how could he be cursed?
The only thing he was cursed with is the ability to ignore family superstition.
Finally dressed, he headed out to his dirt bike in the garage, looking forward to another day of being a motorcycle mechanic.
He was the youngest to work at Bone’s Custom Texas Choppers but since the owner Achak “Bone” Sakima was his uncle, he just got lucky with the family ticket.
Walking past the kitchen he could hear his mother preparing breakfast but he was in no mood for eating especially around his mother who every time he came near her she should always start crying and rambling how she could have raised such a stubborn son.
Almost by habit, he quietly snuck by the kitchen door without being noticed and headed out the front door.
This is just the first chapter, let me know what you think but please be kind with the comments.
Hell’s Outlaw
Chapter 1
In the town of Big Spring, Texas, a 12 year old Comanche Indian boy named Koda awoke that Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement.
As with any boy approaching their 13th birthday in his tribe, he was to prepare for his spiritual quest but unlike the others before him, he did not look forward to it.
He has spent many arguments with his elders rejecting the ritual; he did not think that his generation no longer needed this.
How was going out into the wilderness with nothing to sustain him or even have shelter going to give him spiritual maturity?
Labeled a rebel within his family, he was determined to go against everything he was taught but of course he was excited to turn 13, what kid wouldn’t be?
“You still goin’ on that strike against your family Kode?” said his older brother Shilah while throwing a dirty shirt in his face.
“I’m not going against my family, just some stupid ritual that ain’t gonna do a thing for me,” he replied throwing the shirt back at him.
“How do you know? You’ve never been through it yet, don’t judge something until you know what it’s about.”
Shilah of course was considered the “good” brother who revered everything about their family.
He went on his spiritual quest and came back as he portrayed “a mature man” and even says he discovered his spiritual guide being a hawk.
He even went as far as to have an image of a hawk tattooed on his back.
Koda saw him as nothing but an arrogant big brother who believed he knew everything about life.
“I don’t need to experience something to know what something is; this stupid ritual is nothing but a superstition that does nothing but maybe teach me how to live homeless since you’re not given anything to live out there.”
Shilah just shook his head in frustration with his little brother. He knew he was young and still had a lot to learn but he knew he could do nothing to convince him.
If their wise grandfather couldn’t do it than who could?
“You know that arrogant attitude of yours is going to come back to haunt you one day,” Shilah warned him as he walked out Koda’s bedroom.
Koda paid no attention to him.
Getting out of bed he walked over to his dresser to pull out the clothes he would wear that day for his work at the garage.
His reflection in the mirror that was screwed on the head board of his dresser caught his attention.
Every time he looked at himself he could always see or sense something about himself that wasn’t right.
His appearance was normal, thick black hair down to his neck, big brown eyes that fit perfectly to his rectangular shaped face with a strong jaw that gave him the appearance that he was older than 12. Early puberty was to be thanked for that.
But above all, he always seemed suspicious of himself.
He often shrugged it off as a fear that his family tried to scare him with that he was born with a curse that made him so rebellious but he knew better.
But sometimes he considered their claims about him but how could he be cursed?
The only thing he was cursed with is the ability to ignore family superstition.
Finally dressed, he headed out to his dirt bike in the garage, looking forward to another day of being a motorcycle mechanic.
He was the youngest to work at Bone’s Custom Texas Choppers but since the owner Achak “Bone” Sakima was his uncle, he just got lucky with the family ticket.
Walking past the kitchen he could hear his mother preparing breakfast but he was in no mood for eating especially around his mother who every time he came near her she should always start crying and rambling how she could have raised such a stubborn son.
Almost by habit, he quietly snuck by the kitchen door without being noticed and headed out the front door.
This is just the first chapter, let me know what you think but please be kind with the comments.
sorry everyone who reads these but i have to stop writing them for three weeks. I thnk i will be able to fit in maybe 1 in that period, but i have my prelims and i will be too tired or too something to publish them, sorry. But i will try, i promise!
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sorry it had to be longer lol
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sorry it had to be longer lol
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