What if your single mother got married to a jerk? Normal, right? Well, how would you feel when you figure out you were a one nightstand mistake and mom's new husband wanted you gone? It gets worse? Of course! Who knew my god-father, who my aunt talked so highly about, was Whitebeard himself?
I had a rotten day at school. Again. You know the regular teasing about my abnormal red eye color. And yes, it is natural. I was almost glad to go home!
Key word: almost.
I was welcomed home with an unwelcome scene. My mom and step-dad, making out on the couch.
"Oh, oh gross! Can you please get a room!?" I exclaimed, feeling a bit of my nasty-ass lunch coming back up. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Since, my parent, well I guess its parents now, drink straight from the bottle.
Gross, I know.
Hearing a dulled thump and a pained groan. I turned to the two sex hounds, one who fell on his butt. He glared at me.
I raised an eyebrow, "what? It's not my fault you're both partially deaf. You both couldn't hear a bomb exploding right next to you, I mean; I did slam the door to announce my presence."
They just glared at me and mother stood up and started cooing at the baby in the family. Steve. I pity anyone with the unfortunate name of Steve.
Turning and rolling my eyes, I sat down at the kitchen table, resisting the urge to gag. I heard Steve walking toward me, but, really who couldn't? I turned to look at him when my neck was grabbed and my head slammed down on the marble counter.
Now, you're probably wondering if I had brain damage or if I did get a very bad injury why not just tell someone, you know get him in trouble. Well, because when I was younger, around five or six, my mom dated a marine who told her about an experiment that they were doing. Apparently, they were going to make the perfect weapon. They tried adults but because their bones already finished growing. It didn't work.
So, they were going to try a kid. They originally were going to use an orphan, but due to my mother's 'love' for the marines, she set me up. I was there, not quite getting what was happening, but they warned her that I might not make it out.
I remembered the man who said that. He was the one who was holding me at the time. His name was Ben. He was twenty. Eve (a super nice nurse there) was his girlfriend, and if he could he would have adopted me, and he tended to smile like cinnamon and gun powder, and his distance cologne, as I learned from him. From all the other nurses and officers, doctors, I only liked and cared for the two of them; the rest? Could go to hell for all I cared.
My bones were changed to some kind of metal; I was too young to really get it. They did something to me but all I know is that I can use the metal in my body as weapons. Between the spaces of my knuckles I could produce three blades. They're strong; unfortunately, if they break it also hurts me, since they're a part of me. But, lucky, for me, anyway, that rarely happens.
They're kinda thin but they work. I have them on both hands. Plus, it turns out that I can heal really, really fast. Like, if I get shot, the bullet would either get pushed out of my body (which usually happens) or it absorbs it, and I don't know what it does then. Either way, not a pretty sight. And my cuts heal, depending on the sort of wound it either heals fast or it could take longer.
Also, it hurts when I get shot or wounded. But, the pain goes away, soon. But, I learned to deal with the pain. So, if I did tell someone, I'll have no proof since my proof already healed.
Anyway, back to reality.
"- Don't get all cocky, and blah, blah, blah…" apparently, he took my silence as submission, what an idiot. His guard and the strength he used (which wasn't much, I was just surprised) loosened, and I pushed up, whirled around and punched the moron in the face. He hit the floor hard.
While, he gapped at me, and rubbing his now sore cheek, wincing every now and then in pain, I relaxed in my chair, resting my arm on the back of my chair and smirked.
"Now, now what was it that you said, 'don't get cocky'? Maybe, you should listen to your own advice."
I advised, standing up, I walked past him and my mother who whispered, "Monster," as I passed. I just rolled my eyes at that. Opening the door, and grabbing my backpack, I glared at my mother who was cowering on the floor with Steve.
"If I'm such a monster, then why make me like this? And, if I'm the monster, then what are you?" I asked bitterly before walking out the door, slamming it and leaving.
Heading left, naturally, I started to jog to my secret meeting place. After a few minutes, I ducked into an ally, looking around and finding no one, I popped out my blades. (Is popped the right word? Maybe, slid out my blades might be better, oh well) Hooking, them in a crack and pulling up, the piece of stone lifted. Looking around again, and again, finding no one, I slid the stone away, to find a ladder leading down.
Dropping my bag down first, hearing a dulled thump, I stepped down a few steps; just enough to again check my surroundings, then sliding the rock over my head and back into place, leaving my in darkness.
Something shot out and grabbed my leg, causing me to yelp. It pulled me down, causing me to fall. Landing hard on my side, I looked up to see myself face to face with….
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