Jon Ballard event record, Age: 20

Age 18-20

After years of abuse by his mother, as well as alienation in school, and death seeming to always be on his shoulder, Jon set out for the United States Army. It came naturally to the boy, toning him like steel on anvil into a killing machine. A few years go by, as he watches men die on both sides of the field across some three hundred missions. More than half he climbed out of covered in blood that wasn't his own, with no other survivors in tow.

Date of Death

"Incoming!" The shrapnel of an rpg rips through the Commanding officers' back pack digging out the front of his chest cavity. The radio pack he was wearing had been blown into a pile of smoking surkits. Nearly all the men in the outfit were wounded or dead. As fate would deal it, his old school friend William was the only one to make it, thanks to Jon. The two crouch behin dabandoned cars and barrels before coming up on a dead end in the deceptive dirt road. William wheezes frantically, his thick neck pumping with so much blood he could only point at the firing squad that stood behind them.

Jon Ballard event record, age: 14

The water splashes on the curb as a yellow school bus screeches at Jons' stop sign. the day was out, and he was ecstatic for the first time in his short life. The Sadie Hawkins dance was tonight, and three beautiful young girls had asked him out. But his crush was the third, and he couldn't believe she was attracted to his pale weakly form. He rarely even socialized, sitting alone during lunch and just drifting through his classes. The only thing that could sit on this trouble stricken boy's mind on this single day, was happiness that only a child could, and should enjoy completely.

Creeeek, smack!

The screen door snaps shut behind him as his mother snaps with it from her deep alcohol induced slumber, giving little Jon a look of disgust and hate reserved for the worst of enemies. "what did I tell you,hm?" She pulls out the coal shovel from the lit fireplace, Jon inches back slowly with his head bowed, "You-you said" He manages to squeek out in his fear, before she says "I told you" She lets the shovel roast over the burning wood while she speaks, the bit of metal beginning to glow reddish orange, "Not to slam the god damned door. I also told you, if you did it again, that I'd make sure you never would a third time." The bitter and over-aged woman wrinkles her already sagging face and pulls her pointer finger back towards herself, signaling for the boy to approach.

Jon was always scared, but he rarely, out of his own basic nature, ran from a fight or situation. His instinct was always fight over flight. He approaches and she jerks him around by his skinny wrist, bending him over her foot stool. She reels back her arm like she was holding a golf club and slams the hot shovel against his backside. "AHHHHH!!" The first scream is one of shock, the second, of unimaginable anger, the third.... paralyzing fear and pain. "Please stop pleasestop I'llneverdoitagain, I'llneverdoitagaaaainnn!!" His pleas and promises go unheard as they are drowned out each time by another smack to his backside.

One dimension to the left, just outside of sight

A blackened figure in a veil of shadows watches with earnest delight at the sight of a boy receiving a flogging by an evil old woman. A demon twists out of his shadow, beneath a cloak of darkness. "Master... the boy has not claimed himself yet...he can not take such punishment for much longer. She will break his spirit... M'ylord" The devilish man-god looked at the show for a while longer with a smirk creeping over his face, as though to savor the image. Finally he chokes the demon with one hand, "Never tell me my business, thing" He squeezes until it dissapears in a puff of smoke back to the underworld. He sits on the vacant dusty chair aside from the woman, where in her youth a strikingly handsome man once sat, with eyes like a snake. He leans over to her ear as she mercilessly beats the boy over and over again, "...Stephanie...this wasn't what we discussed..Pace yourself woman...or I'll take you as my new Persephone "

The woman stops with fear matching that of her torn and bleeding sons, snapping herself out of the shock, "G-go get your pajamas on and go to bed...hopefully you won't wake up" Jon runs to his room sobbing and bleeding. Hades strokes the womans' cheek, leaving an icy patch where his finger was, "Don't worry darling, your loyalty will be remembered in time"

Next: One Bad Day- A twisted Tale of dark beginnings

Jon Ballard event record, age: 10

The inky abyss pulls like the gaping maw of a kraken. He holds the edge of the mount with four fingers, barely clinging to life. “My boy, you belong down there, it’s your birth right” A dark shadowed figure says. The mysterious monster begins stepping on his fingers with a sandaled foot, breaking the bones in his fingers one by one. The evil twisted smile of a devil slides across his face, “You will do as your told” His last finger slips, as he falls down, down, into the pit.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

His wristwatch begins to buzz. It was 7:15 in the morning, and the bus had al ready been waiting for 10 minutes. He dashes around throwing on his clothes in a hurry. “I woke you up twice already, how are you late? I swear sometimes, I wonder why I even bothered having you” His mother says while smoking a Marlboro and wearing curlers at the breakfast table. “I gotta go” He says quickly avoiding the confrontation she so hoped for. The bus is packed with kids that are either malnourished, over weight, or over weight with muscle. Jon was the first. He was rarely fed and only understood the fact that full was a real event in someones life because of his portly friend William, who constantly talked about food. “Hey Jon. What did you have for breakfast this time?” He asks in a wheezing breath “Well, I didn’t really-” He starts, but is cut short “Oh I had sausage links, eggs, French toast some chocolate for my blood pressure…” He continues on for the duration of the ride, moving from this morning gluttonous meal to last nights to last weeks’, salivating at the thought of each.

As the bus rolls forward to the school parking lot it stops short and a scream can be heard upfront, a scream of a very grown man, “Ahhh!” Later when he was asked why he had the sudden outburst he only said, “There was a man- in front of my bus. But it wasn’t a man, it was like…black fire in the form of a man!” he exclaims in a fera of insanity, “Mr. Richmond… I’m afraid, you’ve just been at the wrong place, at the right time.”The vivacious principal, ms.Faith, breaks his neck in a swift turn, with her hands on either side of his head.

Sully Richmond seemed like a standup man, he was an officer before becoming a school bus driver. He was a loving father and devoted husband. But that didn’t change the fact that Hades gets what Hades wants.

Diealog entry, May 30

This city. It leaks the blood of it's innnocent from the walls.

The streets are littered with its trash. Trash painted gold.

Been out working. Tough city. Never quits. I hit it hard.

It hits back.

Found a man. He was ugly. paying for women. Hitting them too.

I broke a knuckle on it's chin. It broke it's chin on my knuckle.

I asked it why it did what it did. It said it was in its' nature.

I raised my hand to it, and it asked me why I'm called Diealog

I told it

"Because it's not in my nature"

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