SPARTOI: mutant division
SOUL
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sponge bob :no no I will not have some one steal from me
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own souleater but I own the right to bear arms . so I'm going to the forest to go get me some
(cocks a shot gun ) ready come on Crona and acult1131 lets get some bear arms .
It happened again
Most nights I control it by getting only 2 hours of sleep but I guess I dozed off and that can be trouble .
I could hear sirens and screaming throughout the mansion and even with my groggy vision from sleep I can see the flames.
I cant feel them and I don't react I just get up flip over my comforter and look to the side of my twin sized mattress and reach for the buckets of water
by the night stand and souk up the flames ,then with the other I souk my self to the bone feeling a mild stinging feeling as I do so .
This has been happening for years
I can hear that the police and ambulance have left with a few 'I'm sorrys' and "sorry for the troubles' from my mother said in American
English not the ,queens English like my father. I learned from her so I spoke the same. She was a sweet women who does as she
is told and was beautiful with long silver hair from age and light brown eyes .She usually wore red lipstick to contrast her flawless white skin.
She was beautiful and the only thing that meant something to me anymore .
I could hear large thumping footsteps slowly marching their way to my bedroom on the third floor. they put me up here to not 'burn all the valuables'
his words not mine .
unlike my mother my father no longer meant anything to me he could be gone at any second and it wouldn't matter ;although I would probably be happier
than I am now .
I was swept out of my stupor by him; my father ,the self proclaimed king at least that's what he calls himself I thought bitterly.
"you did it again ,burned down your entire ROOM! ,your lucky your mother or I weren't in there or you'd be in a hell of a lot more trouble"
he's right about one thing I would be sad if mother was In here .
I looked to the side and saw my mother by the door ;she always came when my father lost his temper she could never do any thing or he would yell at her
and I'd rather he yelled at me than my mother .
I stared blankly at my father waiting for him to finish his rant when my mother interrupted
"h-honey you know he can't control it he has been like this for so long you cant possibly blame this on h-"
my father turned to her a storm raging in his grey eyes.
"Mary don't you dare side with this thing it is not "-
my mother flinched at his tone I ignored the conversation ,already knowing what he was about to say.
I was a demon to him. I sat there and looked at my shoes
All my life I was stuck in this room not allowed to leave. my father would come and beat me at night
and sometimes mom if she was around. all I was allowed to do was learn from my tutor and . . . to play.
I play piano, my father demands me to learn so, in his words not mine 'one day I can be worth something'
all I want to do is go and maybe meet people and do things I cant do in this room, maybe use my powers with, no one there to tell me
I'm not normal or . . .not supposed to be alive.
Yes I'll admit it I'm afraid of what's really out there and if I can make it on my own. I don't know much, never being aloud to go to
school but I do know a ten year old cant make it out there, but that doesn't mean I cant try. One of the very few things I'm allowed to
do is watch the movies, that my mom sneaks into my room and my favorites are survival movies.
If I can just get out of the room-
Before I know what's happening felt a sharp pain on my cheek and look up to see my fathers rage covered face, and hear
the futile screams of my mother, but its to late he grabs a fist full of my silvery white hair that he hates and thrusts me across the room
into the dresser mirror. he only lets me have one mirror so that I can look at the monster he hates.
I stay down knowing if I get up it will only make him madder. I feel the shards of glass in my arms and in my side where I landed
I don't dare open my eyes he hates them almost as much as he hates my hair. they are the color of blood. I know that because
I've bled before and have the image implanted in my brain. He starts to punch me not caring about the marks he's already left on me.
I think of my favorite movies to dull the pain and not pay attention to the man I have to call : Father.
Then the unthinkable happens, something that I've never witnessed awake: I CATCH FIRE!
My stomach feels a pull and my hands start to sizzle, other than that I feel fine. My eyes still closed I hear a different scream
come from my mother, like the women from the original Dracula movie; she sounded scared and surprised. My fathers blows to my back stop
then I open my eyes and see red.
This red I'm not used to, I'm surrounded by wisps of orange and red. I get up eyeing my hands, watching the reflective shards melt off me,,
the wounds my father gave are still there but I don't feel the pain.
"SS-SOULAMAN stop, that stop please!" I look over to see my mother hidden behind my father, only her eyes are visible behind his tall frame.
but her eyes tell all. She's afraid of me. I feel my flames start to calm and my hands stop sizzling- "YOU DISCUSTING WELP
YOUR NOT NORMAL, YOUR NOT HUMAN!" my father shouts holding my mother protectively, which was odd, because he would be the
one she was scared of, not me.
My father stepped forward every step causing me pain, "GET OUT! your not my son, your an demon!" he made his way to the door
leaving it wide open in his departure. he stops at the door frame not looking back," I want you out of my home by tomorrow or it
will be the end of you" he left leaving the heavy threat in the air.
I look between my mother and the door. My flames long dissipated my mother looks at me sadly and approaches.
she doesn't say a word just stands there and grasps my hand softly hesitant at first, thinking I might burst into flames again then
decides against it. This is the first me she has touched me since I two years old and no longer needed to be held.
she is soft and has pretty shiny finger nails with tips that shine white like her teeth when she smiles at me sometimes.
But then just as it came it is gone she lets go of me and heads toward my bed, and old little thing with metal bars, its a bit small now.
I've had a growth spur this year. She looks down and searches underneath and comes out with a case she zips it open and puts some
of my clothes in it. then hands it to me.
"sweetie I'm sorry that he has done this to you, but now you can escape to somewhere better I wish I could do more but if I
gave you a credit card he would track it down, so here is some money you remember how to count right?" she says to me sadly
pulling out a big wad of cash from her bosom and hands it to me.
I nod my head, recalling that the times my tutor and her would come into my room and help me count. "Mom I'm scared"
I say without thinking. I can feel the pricks of tears in my eyes.
she looks defeated " I don't know what might happen out there but its safer than here, and Soulaman you know what I was only
with him for you so now I promise you I will leave him, we will meet again sweetie but for now, be strong" with salty tears rolling down my face
I nod and walk down the steps for the first time my mother behind assuring me everything will be fine.
she navigates me for 11 minutes before were at the front door she kisses my forehead and tells a tall man in black and white, he reminds me
of a penguin, to drive me to a hotel. He nods and takes my hand as we walk to the black car outside. I look back and see her pretty face stained with
tears to as she waves goodbye.
SOULS POV
I was sitting in the hotel room. The penguin man escorted me to my room and checked me in, when it was time to go he turned
to and said " young master I never had the pleasure of knowing you but I hope your life goes toward the right direction " then he
departed and the room was silent.
that's when I decided to ball out right realizing the gravity of my situation. I sat there and cried for a second longer before going to the bathroom
and looking at myself.
my white hair was choppy and unmanaged with streaks of my blood in it, my face had a few minor cuts and a bruise on my cheek and my eyes were stuffy from crying. nothing I wasn't used to.
I took a shower and found a first aid kit under the sink, then nursed my wounds. I found myself nodding off again so took a pillow and fell asleep
in the tub so if I set fire again I could turn on the water and not burn down the hotel.
THE NEXT DAY
I spent the day in my suite not brave enough to venture outside but eventually I got hungry at exactly 8:30 and went to the lobbies
in hotel buffet I saw earlier.
stepping out of the elevator getting some stares from my condition and my peculiar looks, ignore them and approach the hotel pans
littered with foods of all kinds and sit at a small table in the back where I hope the stares will stop. they don't.
and they prove to be to much when I'm half way threw my plate and a woman walks up to me.
"hi" she says in a soft voice I take a moment to look at her, she is short and a bit chubby, with short blond hair and brown eyes. she
sits in the seat across me and smiles like it hurts. I stare at her blankly.
"my name in Cindy and I work for a child endangerment home for kids who have been abused" she admits in a way that she acts like I care.
I don't mean be rude but I had a hard last two days. I continue to stare. She continues.
" So I would like to know what has happened to you, son?" she looks at me like I'm going to spill my lives story to her, even going so far as
to try and grab my hand; which I yanked out of hers angrily. the NERVE.
she looked shocked but persisted " Now sunny don't be like that I'm just trying to help-" feeling my anger rise I cut her off
"SHUT UP!" I exclaimed my high pitched voice resounding across the room.
"now please we can-" she tried to smooth it over, seeing panic in her eyes, I told her to shut it again before I ran straight out of the building.
I ran for awhile in the dark, thankfully it wasn't cold but I didn't know where I was going so I stopped the flood of emotion silently leaving
my body. I looked around noticing the lack of people around, thankful no one had followed me. I turned around to go back to the hotel
where I hoped I could make up for causing a commotion when a firm hand grabbed my by the tips of my hair.
I was knocked into someone who had a strong chest, quickly realizing it was a man, I started to panic thinking my father had returned.
but it was only a small group of men. That didn't mean I put my guard down. They started to speak around me.
"Oi luk at wah we ave ere' boys little welp runnin around at night he is ahaha" his vvoice was scratchy and he spoke in broken English
he turned to another one.
"hehe howa bout we show ur sevs a good time yeah?"
The man who held me started to laugh out right then he threw he against wall but not before they ripped off my shirt.
As they started to corner me, I panicked and backed myself in the corner; somehow knowing they were worse than father.
they started to grab at me and paw when they all shrieked in agony.
My eyes went wide already knowing what's happened.
They were all on the ground screeching their lungs out. I looked down and saw the flames dance across my vision.
then one of them spoke." ur a monsta you ar, a DEMON!" they squeaked at once before leaving in a panic.
I sat there for maybe a second til I heard a different voice, this one American, " wow third degree burns interesting"
I looked over to see a man in a strange gray outfit that was stitched in different places, maybe by himself? that was all I saw of the man
before he stepped into the light.
I gasped he had a giant screw threw his head!
" I have to say, I'm interested in your ability, you can summon and create at blaze so great it in gulfs your entire form, interesting"
his spherical glasses flashed in the dim light.
I got up instantly scared of what the strange man would do, I was preparing to run when he spoke again.
"I'd like to dissect you but settle with taking you to facility, Solulaman"
I stopped " h-how do you know my name?"
"Ah he speaks! well Soulaman I know many things including that you've been deserted and you need a new home"
"That wasn't my home" I said sternly, truth be told that was anything but. My mother was the only thing in this world that cared about me
but I'm not going back.
"Hmmm I suppose not" he blinked for a moment then smiled "would you like to come with me, we will show you how to use your power"
"How do I know you wont be like them?" I questioned quickly not trusting him from my past experience.
"Well how about if I do this" suddenly his hand lit with a small flame and wisps around in his hand for a second before it was gone.
my mouth hung out in amazement for a second before he plunged it in his coat and came out with a cigarette.
" So mind lighting this up for me as we take a walk?" he questioned turning not waiting for an answer.
I quickly followed. He was like me
That was the day I met Franken Stein; and my life changed. For the better? I don't know.
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