Chapter 13: Origin

Maddox groaned as loudly as he could, trying to yell the pain out of himself, but nobody was listening to him anymore. Everything he had once known was now shattered and inversed. He had always felt alone…even defeated, but never destroyed until now. He glared at the 5 figures, walking away slowly from him-each step making them slightly smaller until they were just 5 dots in front of his eyes…that slowly became nothing.

There seemed no point to even rise, just to groan and to curse and even that was slowly losing its purpose. Maddox just continually quivered on pathetically, if he had his sword right now he swore he would kill himself with it. But maybe the heavens would pity him as Cole had and strike him dead that second so all of his pain could disappear.

"I HATE YOU, SAILOR SATURN! I HATE YOU!", he roared out with nothing else to say.

"Get a hold of yourself, Maddox.", a voice said, echoing in his head.

Maddox immediately panicked, his palms held tightly over his ears. "I am going mad! Be quiet! I cannot hear you!"

"Of coarse you can, you are just far to stubborn to admit it.", it insisted.

The voice was chillingly familiar to him…but it couldn't be. It was a sincere, yet youthfully sarcastic voice…but it was impossible. He smacked his head repeatedly with his fist, but it continued talking to him. He could not escape.

"Who are you!", Maddox demanded out loud, head throbbing in confusion and pain.

"Don't be an idiot. I can hear your thoughts…you know exactly who I am." Maddox could almost sense the voice smirking inside of him. "I am sure you would never forget me.", it said sarcastically.

"DO NOT JOKE! HOW COULD YOU GET INSIDE OF MY MIND!", Maddox questioned fiercely.

Now Maddox could almost sense a frown. "Maddox, you can make this difficult or very simple. You need not yell, I can hear every one of your thoughts, stop asking questions to things you already know.". Maddox began to go pale. He knew that he must be crazy to be having a conversation with himself. "You are not crazy.", the voice said.

"STOP DOING THAT!", Maddox snapped. "I will not assist you in any way! I am loyal to my master and him alone!"

The voice spoke more seriously and angrily. "You really are mad if you are still loyal to him after everything he has done to you! I know he has brainwashed---"

"You know nothing!", he growled "He has done everything for my own good! Without him I…I would…Id be---"

The voice cut him short irritably, "You would be happy with a loving family! There would be no 'Maddox, the bounty warrior', moaning as pathetically as you are! He is using you!"

Maddox sneered in denial, "He is not. Happiness means nothing to me, for I have never known it. Emotions are for weak humans!"

The voice paused. "Maddox…what do you think you are?"

His spine rumbled with chills. "What is that supposed to mean! He is the only father I have ever had! I am not a sorry human, I am of a royal species just as he!"



"Have you learned nothing. He does not love you, you are better off dead to him.", he pressed.

"TAKE IT BACK!", he roared, deeply offended as he dug his nails deep into his skin. "GET OUT MY MIND, LEAVE NOW!"

"I will not leave.", it insisted. "It is time you relearned who you truly are!"

"I REFUSE TO G---", Maddox started. He felt sick in the middle of his sentence and his eyes became glazed, causing him to fall lifeless on the ground.

Maddox opened his eyes, but he was no longer in his body anymore. He was in some chamber that felt very damp and humid. Along the barriers of it, however, were thousands upon thousands of stairs, going in thousands of different directions. Most of this room was black and filled with thousands of varied swords, just either floating without explanation of stuck into the ground around the many steps.

"Where am I?", Maddox asked, awestruck at the rooms complexity and mystery.

"The birth and all-seer of your origin. You live here every minute of your life yet never see it in nature. It exists yet cannot be seen by man. Do you know now where you are."

"Impossible! Do you mean that I am in my own mind?", he said uneasily. He felt he was giving too much trust to this voice.

"Not exactly. You are an electronic copy of yourself in your mind. Here you will learn of your past and your life began."

Maddox frowned. "I have no recollection of my past…so there is no way that I can see anything."

"I am aware of this, Maddox. I made sure you wouldn't have past memories or else you would be a lot harder to read with biases and even greater hate than before. You only have memories of Radix, the Sailor Soldiers, your "master", and myself and even those should be brief at times. But contrary to what you believe, the mind can never be erased, just blinded. You shall see soon enough."

The entire chamber faded away and was replaced by a stone city. It almost resembled Rome in its prime, filled with thousands of statues and building with huge stone pillars, and many temples. A part of Maddox wanted to turn away, but another part was just as a moth pulled to the flame. It felt as if he was reliving his past. Everything seemed so real, he was standing right in the middle of it, but nobody seemed to notice him, being so tall and pale blue while everyone else looked just as the humans on Earth did.

"They are human, Maddox, and no, they cannot see you.", the voice creepily answered for him.

But despite the grandness of this city there was also a very dark part of it, filled with poverty and hunger. Maddox witnessed it himself, more than he could possibly know.

The images now focused on a particular woman. She was beautiful, yet obviously very poor based on her torn and muddied clothing. She had many locks of beautiful red hair that reached to her waist and bright violet eyes. Her breasts were very large and full but her olive skin was devoured with dirt and grime. But one thing that stood out to Maddox was her stomach which was very large and swollen and she was screaming in this indescribable pain.

"What is happening?!", he asked. He felt a strong connection to this woman.

"She is giving birth.", the voice said grimly.

"Why do humans feel so much pain while bearing life?", he thought to himself. "Almost sickly ironic.", he continued.

"Oh, but Maddox, this is a very special event. Giving birth alone is magical…but this particular one is interesting."

The woman was lying on her back, yelling in pain, but everyone in the city seemed to ignore her and continue their own lives while she labored in the street.

Maddox could see a head emerging from her womb. He never had witnessed anything like this before. He just wished he could help her. She was beginning to bleed heavily and the red liquid oozed on the sidewalk.

"Why is she bleeding!!?", he panicked.

"Birth can take a toll for the worst occasionally.", it said grimly.

"But nobody even helps her!"

"If someone were to help her, it could ruin their reputations. The poor are not respected on this particular planet."

Maddox started to reply, but turned back around towards the image. A little human baby was more than half way out of her, a long pink cord out of its chest. Then with one final push it was finally out. It was a boy and Maddox trembled slightly. The baby was so small and bloody, but his deep violet eyes stood out to him, they reminded him much of his own.

The woman smiled weakly and then tore the long cord that linked himself to her and with her own blood trailing her, she clutched the crying being and ran into the streets as fast as she could. Maddox felt so warm inside, caring for her baby, but he wondered where she was running to.

Then she stopped, in front of a large fountain, many people were walking around her, but still seemed to not notice her. She let a single tear stream down her cheek, tore off a good portion of her dress, wrapped the baby around tightly in it, and set him on the stone edge of the fountain, her hands drenched in blood. Then with one kiss to his forehead, she runs off until she cannot be seen by Maddox.

"Why did she leave her child on that fountain? Is she retrieving some food to feed him.", Maddox asked, trying to make what he saw into something positive.

"No, Maddox.", the voice said softly.

"Is she going to get some help?", he asked naively.

The voice spoke calmly. "No, Maddox, she is never coming back."

"No, you must be mistaken. That is her child on the fountain unless she…"

"Just watch."

The day and bright blue skies wore on into rain and brisk winds. The baby continued to cry and shivered in the cold. Maddox was sure that at this rate, the poor infant would die, he was just as invisible to everyone else as his mother was. He felt betrayed himself, how could a mother possibly abandon her baby into certain death. It angered him greatly, but just as things look their grimace, two shadows domed over the baby.

Maddox squinted to see who these people were, they were two figures, a plump short one and a slender tall one. The smaller one took the baby into its arms and held him tightly and the taller one took off what looked like a coat and wrapped the child in it.

Maddox walked towards the figures to get a better view of them. They were a mid-age couple, he felt so happy; there was hope for the baby after all.

"Who are they?", he asked.

"The only caring couple in the entire city willing to put aside their pride to care for a child in need."

The images went black and they were back in the mysterious chamber.

"As interesting as this may be, I don't see what this has to do with my past, isn't that what I was supposed to see? When do I come into this story?", Maddox asked.

"You do not see a connection?", the voice asked.

"No, what do these images have to do with my life."

"If I tell you, you may not believe me. You must figure this out for yourself. Now we will view this story 7 years later."

The images reappeared, but now things seemed a lot happier. Even more buildings and temples existed now and the day as promising as ever. However the focus was a small house on the outskirts of the city. Inside was a happy family. There was the plump woman, her hair slightly grayer and a few more wrinkles on her face , cooking a simple meal on an old, rusty stove. Then her husband was in view as well, even thinner than the last time Maddox had seen him.

But they weren't who Maddox was looking for. He wanted to see the child who would be 7 years old now but what he saw stopped his breath and made his eyes bulge. A youthful young man who looked around 17, but what startled him was that he look almost exactly like Maddox. He stood taller than his father, definitely just below 6 feet and dark violet eyes made him an uncanny look alike…but unlike Maddox he looked human. He had an olive colored skin and he looked so happy, a huge smile across his face. But other than that…they looked so much alike.

"Who is that human!?", Maddox demanded to know. "Where is the child!?"

"Maddox, stop being naïve. That is the child."

"That is impossible! The child would only be 7 years of age. Why does he look so much like myself!?"

"Maddox, the child IS you."

Maddox's nostrils flared and his face turned red in rage. "YOU LIAR! I AM NOT THAT CHILD! I AM NOT HUMAN! YOU ARE A FILTHY LIAR, TAKE ME OUT OF HERE!",

"Maddox, calm yourself. I knew that you would not believe me if I had told you. You must watch and most will be explained.", the voice assured.

"I REFUSE!", Maddox protested.

Yet, the images resumed as Maddox stubbornly turned away.

"Maddox, you can see the images even with your eyes closed. We are in your mind. You cannot escape the truth.



You were a poor child Maddox, a poor yet happy child. Your mother may have abandoned you, but the couple that took you in loved you more than anything. Do you know why they named you Maddox. It is because St. Maddox of Gale was a great and noble man that was known for compassion. He was born a poor child, his mother a prostitute and father a thief, but when they abandoned him, an elderly woman took him in and raised him as if he were her own."

"I am not listening to this!", Maddox yelled, eyes closed and ears covered.

"But one day, a former convict of the law came to her door, looking for a meal and a place to sleep for the night. Being as loving and trusting as she was, she allowed him to stay for as long as he wanted. But during the night she heard a loud shattering noise in her house. When she rose from her bed and looked into the dining room, she saw the man stealing from her."

"STOP TALKING, YOU ARE NOT REAL!", Maddox screeched.

"She felt concerned, but felt that if he needed to steal from her that he needed her possessions more than she did. But seeing her in the corner of her eye, he panicked and grabbing a blade from his side he mutilated the woman dead in her own home. Her last words being 'I love you son, forgive me'. Maddox, hearing the racket woke from his sleep and witnessed the death of the only person who ever cared for him. He tried to catch him, but was too slow, just getting one glimpse of the murderer. He was heart broken and planned revenge!"

"STOP!", Maddox cried.

"He swore he would seek his revenge on the man who killed the old woman and he became a bitter horrible man as he matured. But one day he walked down a dark path to his home when he saw a horrible sight. A scraggly old man was being beaten senseless by a gang of men. Maddox went to see what was going on and possibly stop the crime, but he got one glimpse of the old man. It was the murderer of his only friend and caretaker. He began to turn away and hoped that he would die a horrible death like the old woman he murdered, but he thought of her, of what she would have done. He knew that he was doing the wrong thing. He was a desperate human being, and in need. So Maddox lunged at the group of men, but getting over powered, beaten as well. The gang ran off and Maddox saw the convict lying on the ground defenseless and disoriented and seeing him in need, he brought him to a hospital, using all of his strength to get him there. The convict was restored to full health, but Maddox would never walk again."

"I BEG OF YOU! SILENCE!"

"Maddox did not care in the end, however. He was selfless in his actions and helped a fellow man in need. From that day on the convict changed and sought help, later becoming a priest in the city that inspired thousands that it is never too late or too early to become a better person. Maddox was declared a Saint for his actions and said to have powers to help anyone in need and to bring a greater good out of everyone he touched emotionally and physically. And it was true, and Maddox always kept the memory of his first and best friend and person he had ever met, who he had no trouble calling mother.

Is that why you are breaking down, Maddox, because you are beginning to remember what love felt like. Do you remember how you would always ask your caretakers to tell you the story countless times? Or has it struck you that by naming you Maddox they would be at the same time be unraveling your destiny and purpose more than they ever would know. Is that why?"

"YES! Are you satisfied now!? I remember that bloody story! Everything is coming back to me now! Why are you killing me?! WHY!?", Maddox pleaded.

"I am not killing you, Maddox. I am waking you up. I tried to spare you ache, but if that is the only way to open your eyes, so be it. I know that even with your eyes closed you can still see these images."

Maddox crouched on his knees, he was becoming more vulnerable and raw every second. Cold sweat ran down his neck.

"This will be the 8th year of your life. The night that would change your life forever.", the voice said coldly. "I am sorry, Maddox, but this is for your own benefit."

Maddox did not reply, he was breathing heavily, all of his memories were coming back too fast from that story. The ground he lied on became the wood of his home. Humble, his parents, as he referred to them, were. Poor as they were they had always managed to make a stable life for him. He remembered everything so well he didn't even need the images. The entire country was at war, interplanetary chaos. The world had established an intergalactic confederation…but…he was so young at the time, he wasn't quite sure what was going wrong…even with memories filling his head he never really knew why worlds were at war. His parents were very concerned, he remembered, something of a mad force being awaken 9 years ago and attacks on certain planets already been made. Some being was trying to take over…he remembered…the entire universe…and forming many armies and getting many followers.

Maddox looked up out of a window in his home. His younger self looking frightened although he looked as if her were a 6'5 20 year old, he still had emotions of a small boy. His parents always wondered why he was so large, but they told him that it was because he was special and a gift of the heavens. But he knew that his birth would be a curse, not a blessing.

The moon was out already and soldiers marched in the roads, technology had evolved greatly since he was born and his country was one of the most powerful in the world, yet the most vulnerable for an attack. Then as his pale counterpart lay under his covers, his parents soon stormed in, he was not sure what was going on, but they told him to close his eyes and don't listen to any sounds that may occur.

Maddox frowned grimly, he heard blood-curdling screams, interplanetary armies of this madman had successfully invaded. Their own forces used every trick and weapon they had to fend these aliens off, but no avail. This madman had great powers and could create great…but evil things with his thoughts. He could create sinister creatures, undead and horrible creatures that fed on blood and flesh and were immune to any and all attacks. They had superhuman powers, and slowly they wrecked havoc globally. To most it was the end of the world, but the present Maddox could see and remember that his parents always kept hope. His mother and father embraced him tightly, but he could hear many explosions occurring all around him. He was terrified.

Then the walls burst open, the young Maddox screaming in fright. Ten soldiers had blasted through his home. They were horrible looking, they were pale blue and distorted facial features left some with missing eyes or added limbs or faces. His mother stroked him gently, trying to calm him despite the horror.

One in the center demanded the young Maddox to come with them, but clutching him tightly, his father refused to give him up and said to take him instead. They called him worthless to them, just another human, they needed the boy. This is when Maddox experienced his first angry feeling. It flared through him like a flame through gasoline. Nobody would call his father worthless. Then the soldier lifted his sword, ready to cut the man dead, but his attack was cut short. Maddox finally saw him…the madman and the person he would slave himself to for the rest of his life. His master.

Even the real Maddox turned his head. It hurt him too much to see his face. The being was even larger than he was, all he let himself see was his shredded crimson cape that rippled as a gusted flame.

He spoke and ordered the couple to calmly hand over Maddox who dug himself into his mothers chest. He just knew that if he could just hold on to her, that he would be okay. The only thing he knew about parents is that they are always there if you just hold on.

The large beast demanded once more, threatening to kill Maddox if they did not hand him over.

That being the boiling point, the old man marched up to the figure. Looking up to get eye contact he said that he can never have him as long as he had a breath in his body.

Pausing for a moment, almost reading the compassion and bond to their child off the mans face he gave a frown. A sarcastic one. In a tenth of a second he lifted the man and burned the flesh off of him with a touch of his finger.

Maddox disobeyed and opened his eyes, he saw his hero crushed into nothing. For one second the entire skeleton of his father stood erect in mid-air then falling into a pile of bones. Maddox had never had this feeling before, it was new to him, he just looked at the guards and the beast who murdered his father with dark thoughts surging through him.

His mother looked in horror, heart-broken and hurt more than words could possibly depict. Maddox still could never forget her expression after his father was killed so easily and horribly. The guards asked once more for Maddox. He wished so much for her to say yes, then maybe she would survive, but before he could speak she did first. Saying with all of her heart that she would rather die than surrender her son to the likes of him. The soldiers cocked back their swords. Then she spoke her last words to her son: run.

She shoved Maddox towards the exit of the room while he could hear her screams in the back of his head while all he heard was one dice of a sword and the sounds faded. He couldn't run, he had to get revenge.

He turned back towards the guards and leaped onto the madman, mustering every muscle in his body. He was 8 years old, but had the strength of a man. The soldiers struggled to get him off of their creator, his rage seemed to blind but amplify his power. He dislocated joints of the soldiers and shoved some to the ground, but they swarmed until he could not fight anymore, they pulled his arms behind him and chained his body to where he was constrained to limited movement. In the corner of his eye he saw his mother, so mutilated and bloody. Her body was almost cut in a symmetrical fashion and her eyes glazed and lifeless with blood still running out of her sides.



The soldiers pushed him backwards and dragged him by the arms out of his home. Out of Maddox's eyes came tears, he had never really cried before, not since he could remember, but this day would be the first and last for grueling years to come.

He took one last glimpse at his home and world. Everything was rubble at this point, thousands of soldiers for the country were slain dead as well as many bystanders. He didn't see any native life, it was at this moment that the war was officially over and although he survived, he would think for decades that he died that night as well, and a new Maddox was about to be born.

The images faded slowly and Maddox sat speechless.

"Maddox…", the voice asked with concern "I hope you know that this is for the best. It is important that you realize the importance of your past before…it becomes too late."

"Don't be sorry.", Maddox spoke, "Continue."

The chamber now configured into a dark realm, his memories seemed to be regenerating along with the images. He didn't quite remember how he had gotten here, but he could remember how it felt vividly.

The soldiers marched, still dragging him on his back. Then they had done something strange. They released him from the chains and impulsively he lunged at the large beast that murdered everyone and thing that meant something to him, but again he was over powered easily by him and thrown to the floor. He wanted to kill him, kill him good so that he would be sorry for what he had done. He rose again and threw himself at the figure. This time the guards stepped in, plying him away from their master, throwing him on the ground and beating him beyond all forms of pain. Yet despite all of the ache, he made sure he would never cry. He refused to give them that satisfaction. He didn't care if they beat him dead…in fact he was disappointed at times when they didn't. He had never felt alone when he had his parents.

From that moment he made a vow to himself, a vow that he would avenge his family at any cost. That was why he lived at that moment, to kill. From those moments on, Maddox was tortured, ridiculed, beaten, and forced to have loyalties and respect for 'the future lord of the universe' as he was instructed to refer to the beast as.

His purpose was to be a 'bounty warrior', whatever that was, he thought. That was what he was told and that he has special purposes and abilities to serve…him. He hated 'him', he had taken his life away to be his slave. Everyday he was shoved to his knees. They asked him to kiss his boot…that was how he was to greet 'him' every start of the day. They would ask him things such as 'who is supreme', or who is the greatest lord of all time' and he would be forced to say his name in response. But everyday he would say nothing, just glare and everyday he was beaten until he was inches from death. But this made him stronger, not weaker. As long as he would never cry he was fine, he would just think hateful thoughts of 'him' and he would almost laugh during his beatings occasionally.

After a while he didn't even find the need for food, hunger was a sign for weakness and every second of his free time he would secretly train, unbeknownst to everyone, or so he thought, so he could become stronger until he could finally kill his enemy. His muscles grew larger and his confidence greater. Everything became a routine. He would stop his training, go to 'him', refuse to call him superior or kiss his boot and get beaten, and from that point, he would build his strength through vigorous training until he was stronger than before. Time matured him until he was no longer a young boy, but a young man. He had never felt so powerful and aware of his body before. His confidence was at its peak. It wasn't until 'he' made a surprise progress check on him that he had ever felt defeated.

He was doing the same things as usual, he hardly ever saw 'him' anymore, there seemed no point since he would never answer. He didn't care, it just gave him more time for training, but to his surprise, 'he' just came to his chambers, curious of his progression since they had first captured him.

Maddox ignored him and continued his rituals, but then he received the question. 'Who is lord?' he asked. Maddox was not afraid, he must have been training non stop for years, he was in charge now, not under his control, it was time for his end. In response, he spit in 'his' face. He was not scared, he knew he would never hurt his "purposed" slave. But he was wrong, very wrong. 'He' rolled the saliva off of his face with the back of his hand and used and used the same back hand to smack him to the ground.

He flew back, his face bloody and ripped. He tried to fight back, but he was given a beaten far worse than he had ever felt. 'He' cut him, bruised him, bit him, ripped layers of his skin off with his long nails and sharp teeth. His entire back was scarred with long scratch marks from that beating and by the time it was over his skin was purple and blue with bruises from repeated punches above and below his waist.

He was unable to move for months, his bones were broken severely, but he was just left to lie on the ground in pain. He was never given any medication or casts. From then on he always would answer 'him'.



He was foolish to think that being reckless and tense would only cause him to be killed. He devised a new plan, he would be 'loyal' to 'him', but he would never forget his vow and when the time was right, he would avenge the deaths he caused. The beating had drastically changed him. He was no longer foolish, he had to be just as smart as 'he' was or else he could never get revenge. He worked twice as hard as before and slowly he regained respect in 'his' eyes. He had proved himself many times that he could over power any of the guards and soldiers, and eventually 'he' saw it time for his purpose as bounty warrior to be fulfilled. But he always remembered the vow…always.

Then one day his worked had paid off. He was ordered to see 'him' personally, it was urgent. He went to him and asked what he could do to help him--anything to get his guard down. But then all he did was hand him a box, a long and very heavy box. It looked like a gift…nobody had ever given him a gift before--besides love, but love was useless where he was now. Excitedly he opened the box, he heart jumped. It was a sword, a large sword, it was so beautiful and divine. He reached to grab it but was abruptly stopped. 'He' warned him that touching the sword would start his duties as a bounty warrior and that it was a powerful sword that would alter his DNA and change his appearance. He didn't care, he loved it. He grabbed it out of the box and held it proudly.

Suddenly he felt sick. He fell over in a seizure, he couldn't help but vomit repeatedly. The room spun madly and he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Finally his episode ceased and slowly he could see his skin going paler until it was a sick shade of light blue. He felt very different, he looked much more like the guards now, much more powerful. He had finally become one of them. He grabbed the sword and the first words that came out of his mouth was 'thank you, master', and now he felt some strange connection to his enemy now. In some sick sense he felt a bond with him. It was some half-lived love that made him feel awkward. He bowed and went to his chambers. Then began the most rigorous training of his adulthood. He spent years as a swordsman, finding new techniques and strategies to master the sword while learning the ways and purposes of bounty warriors for decades.

The images on the screen seemed to be increasing by years, Maddox sick to his stomach of what he was viewing.

Finally he could see himself, once again in front of his master. He seemed very tense and serious that day. It was the day Maddox would get his first job as head bounty warrior. He is instructed to kill Sailor Saturn and the others before some 'Day of Judgment' he constantly spoke of. Maddox looked amazed, astounded by their power, secretly he wished he could be a Sailor Soldier.

'A Sailor Soldier?', his master said aloud, reading Maddox's thoughts. Bring me Sailor Saturn's head and I can give you great power, better than a Sailor Soldiers.

Maddox grimaced, taking his master's hand and kissing it. He assured it will be done and they both laughed loudly.



Maddox turned away from the images, very pale and distraught. "That is enough. I understand. I have seen enough. What do you need me to do?"



"All I want is your trust and patience, everything will be clear in time."

"I do not even know your name, however. What shall I call you?", he asked.

"Just call me Silver."