(More story time! Gather around mates!

Sorry for the long wait, life just hates me.)

Reiz16: I like that Marcelo saved Flug in this one. I like that they're apparently friends, now. I hope Marcelo finds real love, one day.

Me: Yeah, but remember it an origin story mate

big fan: Interesting start, you have my attention. I wonder when Black Hat's powers will come into the mix?

Me: Thanks mate I'll try not to disappoint.

The477Crew: quick question, will there be a GoldieTrap Season 4?

Me: Why ask me that in a Villainous story instead of my actual GoldieTrap story? And no, season 3 is the last of the series. If I keep going it'll get boring and people will start hating. I should leave it while it's good and will update S3 when I can.)

Marcelo awoke from sleep but felt unhappy, he didn't want to get out of bed and work and listen to his patents bicker. He didn't even want to talk to anyone today.

"Marcelo!" His father called. Marcelo groaned as he checked the time, only 7:30am! On a Saturday!? Marcelo groaned and got out of bed, he went to his bathroom went in the shower.

He hissed as the hot water lightly burned his pale skin, he shivered from the pain. It wasn't that he liked pain but it took his mind off the struggles he was going through. He traced a finger on the large scar over his heart. His heart would race whenever he felt he scar, he ran in a diagonal line and was at least 9cm long.

"Shut up!" Marcelo yelled at his father, he had had it. He slammed his door shut and collapsed onto his bed, he cried loudly. He sat up and looked at the knife he grabbed from under his bed.

"I'm sick of this." He whispered. Marcelo ripped his shirt off and placed the tip of the knife to his chest, he could feel his heart pulsing beneath it. He pressed it on his chest until a trickle of blood seeped through the skin…

"MARCELO!" His father shoved the door open while yelling. Out of freight Marcelo sliced the knife deep across his chest and cried in agony. His father couldn't care less.

"Maybe that'll teach you a lesion." He said. Marcelo breathed heavily in pain, his chest spurting blood across his bed and it dribbled down to his belly. His mother came in and gasped in horror.

"Why are you not helping him!?" She demanded. He scoffed.

"Why should I?" and with that he left. Marcelo cried as his mother stitched up the wound…

Marcelo brushed his black hair then put his hat on. He sighed sadly and went downstairs,

"Took you long enough." His father grumbled. Marcelo ignored him and grabbed toast for breakfast. He sat on the couch and ate silently.

"I'm talking to you!" His father snapped.

"I get it okay!" Marcelo shot back…

(Ten minutes later)

Marcelo limped to the car and started washing it, his leg throbbed from the beating. His pale skin was now purple mixed with a sickly yellow. Marcelo looked at the neighbours, they were happy families filled with love and care, yet here he is being beaten and told there's no love…

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Marcelo sat by himself at lunch, no one sits near him. The kids were either scared, because of the scars, or thought he was just a weirdo. He looked at a young couple on the bench, they looked so happy, so in love…

"Hi…" Marcelo jumped when he heard that voice.

"Timothy?" He asked.

"Hehe, y-yeah…" Timothy replied.

"When did you get here?"

"Just t-then. Thought I'd sit with you, no one really goes with me."

"Really?" Marcelo said.

"Yeah, not many people like a nerd." Timothy laughed, Marcelo could clearly see he was using the laugh to hide his pain. He saw a fresh cut on his cheek.

"Where did that come from?" Timothy flinched.

"Umm, accident, in the lab." He said. Marcelo didn't believe him.

"Okay." He didn't want to trouble Timothy, if he's not willing to talk about it he's not going to ask. Marcelo wanted to talk more but he had nothing to say, neither did Timothy.

Timothy wanted to get something from his bag so Marcelo waited for him to get back,

"Lookie here." Marcelo knew that voice. One of the males who were beating Timothy the other night.

"What do you want?" Marcelo asked, the male grabbed his collar and threw him to the wall. Marcelo grunted in pain before being punched in the face, his nose bled from the punch and was thrown to the ground. The bigger male laughed and walked away.

Marcelo sat up and wiped the blood off from his nose; he grunted in pain and leaned his back against the wall.

Timothy came back a minute later; he saw Marcelo and was shocked.

"Marcelo!" He knelt beside him, he grabbed a cloth and wiped off the blood from Marcelo's nose.

"I'm fine." Marcelo muttered.

"No, you're not."

"How do you know, you just got here?"

"I can tell by the bruise forming on your face." Marcelo didn't argue back this time.

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Marcelo waved goodbye, Timothy had walked him home as he lived three blocks down the road from him. Marcelo waited for Timothy to be out of sight before he walked in.

"Mum I'm home." Marcelo said, he liked his mum way more than his dad. Sadly, she can't stop his dad from beating him. He would threaten her that if she fought back, reported or tried to divorce him, he'd kill Marcelo.

Marcelo was walking through the house looking for his mum, not caring where his dad was. The house was dark, the lights were off. Strange, he saw his mum's car in the driveway. He went to the main room, he switched on the lights and gasped.

"M-mum…?" Marcelo was frozen, he looked at his mum on the floor, throat slit and blood pouring out. He saw another figure. He knew who it was.

"Dad. How could you!?" Marcelo tried to fight back the tears.

"She was getting too much. Now, you will stay quiet about this." His dad held a bloody knife to his own throat. Marcelo didn't move and inch.

"No, I don't care if you kill me." Marcelo said, ready to die.

"Hmm, I guess I'll go see your little friend then." Marcelo's eyes widened.

"No!" He felt his father press the knife closer.

"Tell anyone, and I'll kill him." His father whispered. Marcelo nodded and felt the blade be taken away. Marcelo rushed to his room and locked the door, he sat on the bed and sobbed. He was lost and didn't know what to do, should he run? Call someone and hope his father doesn't kill Timothy before he gets arrested?
He couldn't think, he was too shocked and upset.

"Why…?"