70: Memory Fragment - Edward [02] (last)
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(Due to the reactions and negative responses I saw on the first Fragment, I've decided to make this a short thing. This is the last chapter you'll have on Edward's backstory. Know that I've kept a few things. The remaining 2% which is too important to show like this, and right now; It'll raise the stakes too much for Peter and the fun stuff will be cut short and he'll have to be serious. You'll know that too. But not for now.)
Edward was never a normal human being, that much he knew from the moment he gained his 'self'.
The day he knew that he could think as an individual being. That was also the day he figured out he was not normal.
He was different from everyone else. He thought differently, and felt as if the culture of Elysium was weird. Everything on Elysium was weird.
The people, the currency, and their lifestyle. Everything. Why? Because he could recall some sort of culture, some sort of 'thing' that was wholly different than anything on Elysium.
Knowledge.
Edward had knowledge of a world same yet so much different from Elysium. A world where there was no war and only peace. At least from the time he was in that world. But, that peace was only a way for the minority to control and give a sense of safety to the majority.
It was his first life.
On a planet called Earth.
Nothing out of the ordinary; he was a corporate slave, lived his whole life repaying the 'debt' he owes to his father—the man had claimed raising him and his expenses as debt.
In that first life, Edward spent his time earning money, listening to his father's orders, and obeying his every 'command'.
Why?
Well, because he was 'indebted' to his father for raising him. And that he needed to repay that bastard. Edward lived his whole life like that, seeking closure from his supposed father while earning his butt off for him.
But he never got what he wanted. His father never loved him. That's why when the drunk bastard crossed the line by banging a woman in the house and finally told him the truth that Edward wasn't his son, and that he'd kidnapped him for money, Edward lost it.
His father wasn't his father. And he'd spent his whole life repaying some random bastard. He'd mocked himself for days before finally killing the bastard with a bottle of alcohol.
Edward had been caught by the police, and since he'd accepted any charges against him willingly, they put him in jail.
Edward didn't know he would be used.
But he was used by another bunch. The minority, so to speak. The 'elite leaders' of the society.
Apparently, some of them had done something, something that Edward was not sure of, and they wanted someone—who was Edward in this case—to take the blame.
Without knowing the kind of crimes he'd committed, Edward was to be hanged. The news went viral, and everyone in the world started hating him for something he didn't do.
He killed his 'father', yes. But he didn't ràpe this random politician's daughter! Neither did he steal from that one! Heck, he didn't even know hacking, yet he was framed for stealing billions of dollars!
That's when Edward had had enough, so he called bullshit and did something he would have never considered doing. Not even after leading such a life.
He knew that he couldn't do shit about the elites since he was just a normal human with no physical or political power on his side.
So, Edward committed suicide before the bastards could use him as a blame dummy.
He had many regrets in life, but he embraced his death with open arms; maybe he could finally rest?
But no, he opened his eyes In a new body. The body of an 8-year-old living in Elysium.
He was excited, really excited. Was the Isekai trope in anime real?! He could live his life to the fullest! And even have a harem of besties!
Oh how wrong he was.
Life wasn't easy.
He'd mistaken that life would be easy for him since he lived a bad one before.
The moment Chris' memories erupted inside his mind, Edward lost it.
Yes, the boy whose body he was in Elysium was named Chris. No last name.
Anyways, Edward hadn't been able to cope with the cruelty of this world, which was worse than Earth.
People were born with something called Gothlic inside their bodies. Gothlic that gave interesting powers to the holder.
And as expected, the minority of 'elite leaders' wanted to monopolize on this. So, kids were stripped of this thing from birth.
And the ones who weren't, were deemed the so-called criminal.
Edward, or more like Chris, was one of them.
His father, in Elysium, was a biological one. But he was a bastard nonetheless. A drunk bastard that beat up his mother in front of Edward while drunk.
His mother was a street whore who earned Sprittle with her body. He was a whoreson, but he didn't care. Because… She was everything he ever wanted.
Some who loved him.
Since Edward had gotten Chris' memories, he gained his emotions as well. Which included, but was not limited to, his love for his mother, Christine, and his hate for his father.
Edward didn't know the bastard's name, but he knew that his father was a politician. A former politician of Elysium.
And he'd taken a liking to his mother, and fucked her for days without end, which Chris was the result of.
Then, the man had left them, but kept coming back into their life since 'she's too good at her work to leave her alone' or so the man said to Edward once confronted.
Both Edward, and Christine lived their life like that for 6 months from the day Edward found himself in Chris' body.
After six months, he'd had a plan of escaping from his father's clutches. They'd leave. He and his new mother, a mother, a 'someone' he always wanted.
But things didn't go as he'd planned.
He got separated from Christine.
And from there on started his quest to find his mother, which went on and on, never stopping.
Somewhere in his mind, Edward knew that she was dead, that she wasn't there anymore. But Edward didn't want to believe that, he couldn't believe that. Otherwise, he would not have anything to live for anymore.
So, he continued searching for his mother. But he never found her.
On this quest to find her, he came to know many people, Jacob, and his family being one of them. They were good, sure, but Edward didn't want to be with them.
He was his family. He was his mother.
The little girl, Rose, had a crush on him, even Jacob, her father, wanted Edward to take care of her when they both were dead.
But Edward didn't care for them. As they say, you only care for what you don't have instead of looking at what you do have.
It was the same for him.
And he could live with it.
But, that day, when he was on that mission. The one Jacob told him about, Edward had never in his life expected that the supposed 'High-Born' would be his father.
Edward wasn't able to control himself, and he confronted the man.
As it turns out, his father had caught her, and then used her in explicit ways before disposing of her.
Edward had lost the will to live, once more.
So, he killed the man.
More like he caught the bastard and jumped down from the skyscraper they were on.
It was his father's, or so he thought, he'd never know.
That day, when he'd fallen down with his father in tow, there had been many questions in his mind.
Questions he had no answers to.
Like, why did he have daddy issues with both his dads?
Why were both his lives shit?
And, while falling, when he'd seen Rose's despairing face, Edward had laughed self-mockingly.
Why didn't he care for these people?
He had someone who cared for him, no?
So why did he not care for them in return and continued searching for someone else?
He had always known that his mother was no more, then why the fuck could he not believe it sooner?! He could've lived a better life dammit! With this beautiful girl no less!
He could've made a family!
Ahh… there was no use complaining now, was there? Everything was done, it couldn't be undone. Rose would live on without him, and so would her family.
Then Edward hit the ground, and died.
Though he did wonder one thing.
Isn't 'he' the problem?
If he had never taken over Chris' body, maybe things could've been for the better? If he didn't have the fixation for parental love from his previous, and 1st life, he could've loved someone else?
Like Rose, for example.
She was so sweet.
An ideal girl, for some.
But, even knowing her advances, he'd ignored her. He'd turned into a misanthropist. He hated every other human being with a passion, and by extension, couldn't trust the people he should have.
Ahh… the regret.
If only he wasn't…
Death had hit him like a wrecking ball, but he hadn't died, apparently, or Peter couldn't be where he was.
Maybe his last wish had some effect, but Peter wasn't Edward, and neither was he Chris. Peter was still Peter, but with foreign emotions and memories.
In retrospect, he wasn't Peter, but an entirely new being made of Peter, Chris, and Edward.
This made him an anomaly.
He was Peter, but he had Chris' and Edward's mixed nature, memories, feelings, and everything.
But he was still Peter.
It was as if the others were there, within him, just happy to be there, watching him have a life worth living.
It was weird, so very weird, but as Peter hugged Felicia so that she could heal while he didn't move from his spot and pondered, he couldn't help but feel grateful to the two.
His life would've been much worse if they, or their memories and emotions weren't there inside him.
It changed him but In a good way. The drastic change itself was bad, but overall, it was good. And Peter would want it to happen again if he had a choice.
Now, he doesn't remember any ROB. There was no God telling him that he'd be reincarnated or transported. He just did. Death made him.
But he was 100% certain that someone was behind it all. Who, or why, he didn't know.
The reason behind it all?
Peter didn't know nor cared for, he had much to do, so many women to fuck around with, so many people to love… a world to make a better place for young ones to live in without a fucking worry in the world.
And he'd be fucking damned if he didn't do it.
He'd make the world a better place, for his unborn child, and for the others to come. Be it his, or someone else's. Children deserve that much, no?
"Hmm," Felicia murmured something in her sleep. Well, she wasn't really asleep as she'd been injured unconscious, but whatever.
Maybe he should kiss her to hasten the progress of her healing?
Why not?
Peter moved his head closer as his suit over his mouth vanished, and he just gave her a quick peck. He felt a bit dirty for doing so, which was weird since he wouldn't have given a shit even after ràping a woman before.
He was changing.
Bruh, Peter wasn't even sure anymore. But he decided not to care. As long as he felt as himself, everything was fine.
Anyways, it seemed Felicia was stirring awake, and was mostly healed. There were some bruises though.
Peter let her wake up, thinking of responses he'd give her. He'd literally fallen down midair. He doubted if she had any trust left in him.
Felicia's eyes widened and she bolted up, pushing him away; Peter already had his mask back on, so that wasn't a problem.
"What happened?!"
She looked around hastily, checking herself with her trembling hands.
Peter winced.
Right, It should have hurt like a bitch.
Lord_Kismet: remaining 2%? What does it have? The secrets? Or what?