You drag of your shabby, old t-shirt and throw it in to the washing room. The pile of dirty clothes was starting to get rather big so you took a mental note that you had to put on a wash soon. Actually you should give the whole apartment a new stroke. You look over the flooded floor full of takeaway boxes and empty faygo bottles. It was starting to stink rather badly of the expired foods aging progress. The sofa was so full of shit that you could barely make yourself comfortable in it and there was no more room left on the table. So right there you decided that you should take yourself a day or so to clean your whole flat. Maybe next week.
You walk in to the bathroom and catch a look of yourself in the mirror. Your long, slender body was paler that ever. You turn around to take a look at your back to check for bruises. You always did so. It had gotten rather normal to you to take body examinations after each outbreak. You search it and stretch the skin to see if you had any tiny cuts, but the only thing you find is a little bruise on your shoulder. Karkat probably made it. He was the one that made most of the bruises on you, but you knew that he only did it to try to protect you. If hurting you was the only way to keep you from hurting everyone else you were ok with it.
You take of the rest of your clothes before you step in to the shower. The hot water cleaned of the smell and the tenderness from the harsh night. You finally started to relax and therefore took yourself time to think back to before the innocent. What were you doing? You close your eyes to focus more on the last day you can remember.
You were at your meeting spot. Some other people from the family were also there. You remember that the twins, Eridan and Feferi, had both been there. They had been standing in a corner with Feferi chattering while Eridan looked like he was barley listening. Fef noticed after a while and started yelling at Eridan and he started yelling back. They were such little kids. Well they are little kids. Even though they were looked upon as the heads of the family they were still the youngest. They had just turned 14 but they might still be the most powerful out of all of you, but only when they were together. This is sort of what is up with your family.
You are all related in some way, but to most of you it is so far out in that you still date each other. Well with the exception of the twins, Aradia and Karkat who are cousins and Vriska and Terezi who are sisters. The family also kind of owned the city, not that you did that much about it. It is more of a territory thing and NO ONE EVER came to your territory. It's a reason The family is on the top. You were all kind of unique. Take yourself. Ever since you were little you have been rather special. Not the way you think of it, but you are really unique. It started on the day you tuned 13. On your birthday The family took you with them in to an ally. Your ally. There they had all stood in a circle around you. They stood like that and stared at you as you got more and more anxious. Then the head of the family, The Condescension, came in to the circle. "So, what can you do?" she whispered as she leaned down.
I was scared as fuck. I thought my 13 year old ass was in so much trouble and that she was going to kill me. "I-I don't know what you are talking about…" I stuttered, nearly pissing my pants. "To bad." She sighed as she took up her gun. That was the first time someone pointed a gun at me. And I started to cry. "What a wimp," she hissed. She then threw up the gun and caught it by the shaft. You remember she had grinded as she hit your head with the back of the gun. She had proceeded to start kicking you in the stomach. You still remember each of the kicks. The shock and the pain you felt then is the biggest you have ever felt. But it did not last that long.
"You better motherfucking quit now," The Condense had stopped kicking you, bowed down and looked at you in confusion. "What?"
You had lifted up, no, it was not you. "He" had risen and yelled to her "I SAID; YOU BETTER MOTHERFUCKING QUIT NOW!" Then it had all gone black. This was the first time he took control. You had heard his little whispers in your head before this, but that time it was totally different. This time he was in charge. You woke up a few days later in a bed underground, chained back so hard you could barely move. You remember you yelled for help for at least an hour before someone came and told you what had happened.
They explained that it was relatively like you had become another person. You had become so powerful that the only thing stopping you from killing her Condense was her incredible healing factor. Then they explained the secret of The Family. That you all came from this one big guy that had a genetic material in his blood that made you all grow in to powers. That the reason you had been brought there was because everyone in The Family developed this powers at the age of 13 and that the powers only were activated by feeling either fear, anger or control, therefor the beating.
But I was special. I had been lying there, crying, as she beat me until I had suddenly yelled at her. That was the moment I went black. They said that I had jumped up and started to beat her. That whenever she tried to beat me I just seemed to disappear in the shadows. That four men and three flashlights had was needed to keep me back. That they had chained me to this bed and lit the room in such a way that I could not escape. That I had been lying here for three days just screaming that I was going to kill them all. That at one point I had started to chew of my own shoulder in a try to get out so they had to secure my head. They told me that they had never seen anything like me before. That now that I had proven that I had powers they would use me to protect the territory. That I would not go back home, but stay there in the HQ to train. That I was now becoming one of them.
The cold water woke you up from your thoughts. You quickly turn the shower of. You had been thinking so hard and for so long that the warm water was all out. You get out of the shower and start combing your thick hair. You have to stop running of in your thoughts. You can think later. Now it is time to clean.
