Joseph- Lucifer's Angel

Joseph Wilson

What can people say about Joseph?

Joseph wilson was born in Sydney on the 6th of November 1992, he grew up happy with nothing ever to worry about,Joseph made many friends, and had no enemies... yet. but when he got older he saw a different side to life, he kept all his emotions in, never showing his true side.

Then one day he finally snapped, on that fateful of July 19th 2009 the holidays, he was in Sydney with his friends at the time, they stopped to have lunch in the park, when all of a sudden there was a large explosion in the sky, everybody looked up and saw what would still haunt them still to this day. The explosion was a Jet, Bowing 747, and it was heading straight for where they were. Everyone started running and screaming, Beth looked up and pointed into the sky, Joey thought it was a joke, he said "pfft yeah right like I'm falling for tha......" he looked up and saw a flaming, falling jet heading into his direction. Joseph Turned around to see where all his friends were, but they were all gone, they all deserted him, the friends he thought he could trust, left.

He turned back to see the plane, it was closer than it was before, he stopped, he thought why run, there is no point. Joseph turned back around, and closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was Pat, staring at him in disbelief, then nothing, only a split second of pain, immense pain.

Darkness, black, this is what its like to die is it? Joseph told himself, but that can't be it, it just can't be, can it? The the light came back to him, I'm not dead? How? Joseph woke up in a hospital, were am I? Joseph lifted up his arm, looked at it, hey my arm feels heavy, why is that? He put it back down, his family came into the room, to check up on him, they all had a great look on their faces, they were pleased to see Joseph again, but then they had a look on their face, that said something was wrong, Joseph's brother pointed at Joseph's hand, something was wrong, very wrong, Joseph held up his hand and saw that he had accidentally put his hand on the table next to him, where all the medical instruments were, and sticking out of his hand was a scalpel, it hand gone in deep, Joseph didn't feel any pain, he thought that this was really strange, he didn't know what to feel, Joseph pulled out the scalpel out, blood spurted out after it. What's happening to me? Joseph asked himself, he started to stress his body tried to sweat, but it couldn't, whats wrong with me?!!? Please tell me what wrong?! he started to yell at the doctor and his parents, the doctor pulled Joseph's parents aside and whispered to them.

They all walked off

What?!! Why did they leave me?!! What's going on?!! This is ridicules, Joseph looked over to the table with the medical Equipment, he picked up the blood soaked scalpel, looked at it and thought to himself, i didn't feel pain before, maybe it will happen again... Hopefully.

He picked up the scalpel and raised it up into the air, closed his eyes and stabbed down into his wrist, hard, he didn't feel anything again, this was strange to watch, he cut around his wrist and cut down his arm. He stopped, he could not believe what was happening to him, he thought i've gotten this far, lets go further, weird that Joseph thought that this was normal, he then lifted up the flap of skin looking under it, he got a surprise, what he saw was not normal, he saw metal, like he had lost his arm and now has a fake one, Joseph then thought what the hell, he ripped the whole piece of skin off, he was horrified to see what was in front of him, with no flesh on his arm it reviled a metallic one, that move were he moved it.

he looked closely at all the moving part to this arm that he now has, he looked up it, in disbelief. He moved one of his fingers, it clinked against one of his other fingers, he looked at these new fingers that he had, hey were as sharp as blades and looked like claws, Joseph decided to give them a go, he scratched down the metal table, his blades sliced the table with ease, it was like cutting butter.

He lifted his hand and looked at the sharp claws he now calls fingers, after a steady observation of his new arm, he put it back down on the bed, ripping the sheet that were keeping him warm.

Many questions swam through the ocean of his mind, what the hell is wrong with me was the most frequent. Then every one, the doctor his family came back into the room, they were all shocked to see what has happened, to see the blood everywhere. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Joseph shouted at the doctor.

To Be Continued