Author's Note: Hi there! Thank you so much for reading my story! And it is my first story, so it's probably not going to be good... Though all constructive criticism is welcome, please don't completely degrade my story. I'm new here and still desperately trying to figure things out! So enjoy! Oh, and also, I do NOT own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! characters! But how awesome would that be?~~~
Sometimes I wish my parents were still around... But then I remember they're totally evil and want to take over the world. Then I'm all better. I'm still lonely sometimes, but I think it's better to stay good and alone than evil and with family. Now, you're probably wondering what I'm talking about. I'll explain.
Okay, so when I was born, I lived a pretty normal life. I kept living that normal life up until my sixth birthday. Flashback time! So little six-year-old me was super excited for my birthday. It wasn't a party, because I was home-schooled and didn't have any friends. I didn't care though, I had my parents. I should probably mention that my parents didn't exactly act... average. Like, when I finished for the day in school, my parents would train me. You know, like teach me to fight? Also, they had these weapons. I wasn't allowed to use them until I was six. That's why I was so excited for my sixth birthday.
On that day, my mother taught me how to use a plasma-gun. It's a gun that shoots out this sticky, putrid, green slime that slowly melts off flesh. I know what you're thinking, a six-year-old would kill someone with a plasma-gun. But I wasn't actually too normal either. I had a rather advanced intelligence level, and I was extremely strong and fast for my age. Anyway, the first time I shot, my mom made me shoot one of my old dolls. I didn't want to, but I didn't want to upset my mom. So I shot the doll. And hit it. I felt horrible and wanted to cry, but then I noticed my parents laughing. Back then, I just thought they were really happy with me. Now I realize that they were imagining that doll as a disobedient human. And they'd just watched their daughter murder it. That was evil laughter. Sickening, isn't it?
After that day, they taught me to use many other weapons. All of which I was great with. I only ever hurt myself once. I was supposed to shoot a bird's nest out of a tree, but at the last second, I noticed some baby birds in it. I desperately tried to miss them by jerking the gun out of their direction. And right into my arm. Deadly mistake. I screamed in pain, and my parents ran to my side. I remember my dad saying "Is it hurt?!" That's right. I'm just an "it" to them.
As I began feeling my flesh begin to burn in a way so horrendous it felt like my entire arm was on fire, my mother quickly doused the wounded area in a blueish liquid. Once the liquid touched the surface of my skin, the pain quickly subsided, and I felt as good as new. Through my remaining tears, I asked what she had healed my arm with. All she answered was "the antidote", which, to this day, I still don't know what it was, how it works, or what it's made from. All I know is it healed my arm, yet also left a massive scar. I also remember crying once again after my father picked up the plasma-gun and shot the nest and young birds in it. He sneered and didn't try to comfort me whatsoever, though my mother did mumble something about him "going too far", then hugging me tightly. Once my mother had reprimanded him, he apologized and ruffled my short brown hair.
I know you're probably mentally scolding me now for not realizing who my parents were at this point. But you should understand that other times, when my mother and father weren't teaching me to fight or plotting, they were incredibly loving. They did the classic parent things, like reading me stories, tucking me in every night, playing baseball with me in the backyard. It's just when they lost themselves or forgot to keep their calm that anything suspicious went on. That, and the fact that, despite my intelligence, I was incredibly naïve.
Finally, when I was ten, I figured out who my parents really were. I found this book, and in it were plans to take over the world and enslave all humans. Unfortunately for me, my mom caught me reading it. At first, she wasn't too worried. She figured I'd just help. But I didn't like hurting people and refused to. That's when my dad showed up behind me with a plasma-gun. "Then I guess you've become inefficient. And there'll be no room in our new world for inefficiency," he said. He then tried to shoot me, but all my years of training had paid off. I dodged, then ran and spun around him, grabbing the gun in the process. Then I grabbed my laptop and ran.
I ran and ran and ran until I couldn't anymore. I knew I'd put a large the distance between us, but I was still scared. I was alone, in the woods, and it was dark. I walked a little way and saw a small cabin. I walked in. "Hello?... Anyone here?" No reply. It was warmer in here than outside, though it was dark. I set my gun and laptop down and looked around. CRASH! I jumped and quickly turned, striking a fighting pose. I looked down and saw a small puppy, covered in pots and pans. He was white with dark brown ears, and a light brown spot over his right eye. "Hi there..." I reached down and picked the puppy up, holding him close. He trembled, then slowly cuddled into me. I smiled.
No one ever did come to that cabin. I've lived here alone for four years. I guess they just abandoned it. Lucky for me. The dog is still with me; my only companion. I named him Courage. No, he's not a pink coward. I just think things are better when you have courage. And I just like the name. Speaking of names, I never told you mine. It's Erica. No last name anymore, just Erica. I'm 14 now, and my goal in life is to take down my parents.