Little Mikey has himself a fanclub. Thank you to everybody who has embraced him and shown him love.
As promised, he is going to get a lot older in this fanfic. We will learn a few more things about him and see a few familiar (good and bad) faces along the way.
Intrigued? Good, let us begin.
Enjoy, my lovelies.
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Freak is very powerful. ShadowHunters should fear him. They will fear me.
-Master's Journal
Mikey's thoughts go back to the beginning. He remembers the man who wanted to be referred to as 'Master'. A mean man who didn't know of hugs and kisses or even a kind word. Only that wooden spoon.
The first four years of his life, Mikey knew only training and that hated name. Master fed him and bathed him but didn't love him. He was only a weapon to Master.
A weapon that Master wanted to control.
A weapon that wasn't allowed to feel, or to speak or to be loved.
A weapon, not a living thing.
A weapon that didn't know any better and thought that Master was all powerful.
Until a voice whispered into his ear and told him to leave his room. He wasn't allowed to do that unless Master called him. But the voice said that he no longer needed permission from Master. The voice told him that he no longer needed to LISTEN to what Master told him.
So he left his room. He walked down the hall and heard Master's voice coming from the main room. He walked in and saw a man laying on the floor. Master and another man were there. There were knives on the table.
The voice told him to protect the man on the floor.
He walked closer to the unconscious man and raised his hand. Master had trained him well.
Freak will be the perfect killing machine. Silent, quick, deadly. The ShadowHunters will all be dead before they even realize that he is a threat to them.
-Master's Journal
Master's friend turned around with a knife in his hand. Master and his friend talked, but he was only concerned about their actions, their words no longer had meaning.
Master's friend stepped closer to the unconscious man and he reacted. Master trained him to be quick.
Freak creates fireballs faster than one can say 'fireball'. It is a thing of beauty.
-Master's Journal
Master's friend was dead. Master was not pleased. Master picked up a knife and threw it at the unconscious man. Master should have known better than to test him.
He felt nothing after killing Master.
The voice told him that he had done well. He nodded, as he always did when Master gave him rare praise. The voice told him that all would get better and that he could now sit and relax.
Then Poppa showed up and he knew what love was for the first time in his life.
He knew what it felt like to be held and kissed.
To have two fathers that loved him. A sister that loved him. Aunt Clary, Aunt Izzy and Uncle Jace. Max, a big brother in another world, along with two uncles that look like his fathers and love him.
Freak will walk into the den of ShadowHunters and kill them where they stand.
-Master's Journal
Poppa gave him Master's Journal when he was thirteen. He said that Mikey didn't have to read it, but he was finally old enough to make that decision himself.
Maxine had read it a few years earlier because his sister is a curious girl. She sat with him as he read it that rainy Sunday. She held his arm as he read page after page of the hate Emil had for ShadowHunters. Emil had even less kind words to say about the child in his care.
The child that protected a ShadowHunter against him
The child that killed him to keep a ShadowHunter safe.
Poppa has said that the relationship between ShadowHunters and warlocks had been rocky at times, but the hostility that Emil had towards his Daddy's people was beyond mere hate. Poppa said that he never dreamed that he would marry a ShadowHunter but he never questioned Mistress Destiny when he found himself in love with Daddy. He accepted it and thanked her for all her blessings.
Poppa said that it was she who whispered in Mikey's ear and led him to Daddy's side. She knew the only way to keep Mikey from being the weapon that Emil had in mind was to make Mikey the defender of the very thing Emil hated the most. A ShadowHunter.
Emil in his narrow thinking never dreamed that Mikey would turn on him.
Poppa, being wise, said that it was obvious that Mikey would pick love over hate. He was a child deprived of love and when he was given an opportunity to be loved, he took it.
When Mikey woke up this morning in a strange place, being called a strange name, he knew where to start looking for answers.
The Institute.
-tbc-
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