[ WP ] Magic exists , but the nature of it is unique to the user , like a fingerprint .

Ajax took one final drag off his cigarette, then flicked it off into the distance and came back inside. I was still kneeling next to the mutilated body that lie on the singed carpet in the middle of the half burnt, half frozen living room we were standing in. Another one of us, gone. So few of us remained, with about 99.99 % of the population not able to tap into their most inner core, their `` soul'', if you will. 
 
 Before I really get into the story, let me give you a crash course in to what I'm talking about right now, as I'm sure you're lost as shit. Everyone, every human being who has ever existed or will ever exist has the essence of magic in them. And not that fake Las Vegas, `` oh I'm such hot shit because I can break out of a box, look how awesome and mysterious and magical I am'' type either. I mean the real, fairy tale type of shit that you dreamed of as a kid that made you wish you could fly in your dreams. And, whether you believe it or not, you were n't just a stupid child back then, you really can. 
 
 Well, hypothetically speaking. See, everyone has `` magic'' in them, however, magic is... unpredictable, and can manifest itself in entirely new and unique ways of being for each person. No two humans will ever have the exact same essence, as that's what really makes you, you. So, sorry if you ever happen to be the one out of a half a billion fucking people that has their magic manifest, and instead of being able to fly you find that all you can do is glow in the fucking dark. Do n't mean to crush your dreams, I say that because it's happened. 
 
 Now that we're all good and understood, buckle the fuck up, this story's about to get... probably no more interesting than it is now. Fair warning. Also, if you do n't like explicit topics or foul language, then... I'm not really sure how you got this far in the story, I'm pretty sure I've already dropped like three F bombs. It's not getting any better either, I fucking promise. 
 
 Anywhore, back to the story. 
 
 Ajax appearently forgot how gruesome the scene in front of us really was, which was why he needed stepped out for a cigarette in the first place, because he almost threw up all over again, this time it would've gotten on what was left of the body. Ajax was my absolute, 100 %, show up with a dead body on my doorstep and we bury it together no questions asked, best friend. Still constantly made fun of him for being a fucking pansy. 
 
 ``... Niko. Do you think... do you think you can tell what his abilities were? What kind of person he was, anything?... Is there any of his soul left at all?'' 
 
 The way my magic manifested in me was especially unique, even among other magic users, save for two. The magic inside of me allowed me to absorb the abilities of others, as well as use them for my own, without any injury or harm to the host of the magic I was absorbing. The only other two people with a similar ability were both members of my bloodline, both with alot more... violent outcomes. My `` brother'', Nero, had to actually kill the individual, and consume the heart, the home of the soul, in order to absorb their abilities. My `` father'', Necro's ability was even darker. He could consume the awakened souls of other magic users without actually needing to kill them, and instead leaving them as empty shells of what we're once amazing human beings with extraordinary potential. The worst part about it, they were addicted to the consumption of souls, to the pain and anguish those poor people went through. Sadistic fucks. 
 
 In this case, i was 101 % certain it was my brother, as I've seen him recreate the same scene for the past seven centuries and I'm about seven centuries too tired of this shit. I'm hunting them both down. Ajax, the only one that I truly consider family anymore, is even more tired of it than I am now, which, to be fair, he has the right to be. You ca n't kill a man who's immortal, so instead, they've spent the last two centuries doing in his bloodline instead, just to watch him die a little on the inside with every lost life. This scene right here, the corpse we were staring at, is ( or rather, was ) the last of his descendants, his great, great, great, great, great, great, great, many more greats, grandson. 
 
 ``... I ca n't brother, I'm... I'm really sorry. There's absolutely nothing left...'' 
 
 ``... And with that, nothing left of my bloodline, no one besides me to carry on my name... Niko, I swear to you, by the time I'm done with them, you'll be the last of your bloodline too.'' 
 
 `` You'd be doing me a favor there brother. Come on, let's head back to base, we have to inform nova.'' We stepped outside, and I was just about to teleport us back to base, when he took a hold of my arm. 
 
 `` Hey Niko?'' 
 
 `` Yea?'' 
 
 `` Can we stop and get a drink first?'' 
 
 `` Sure thing brother...'' 
 
 
 
 First time writing an actual story here, sorry if it's crappy. I can make a part two if you think it's half decent thougb
