Tragedy. If there were words that could describe my life in short terms then it would be the first thing that comes to my mind. Tragedies always start on a rainy dark evening. Expect, on the day my tragedy started, it wasn't raining. I did find it a rather cold that day so I wore a dark woolen scarf to keep myself warm and prevent me from getting a cold, which would happen anyway. I carried quite a lot of books, some under my left arm and the rest in my old school backpack, that used to be bright pink but now it looks like someone has vomited on it and throwed it into a can full of red paint. I didn't mind it at all, if the thing can still hold dozen of books inside it, then I don't need a reason to buy a new one. Even If I wanted, I wouldn't have enough money to afford one, have you seen the prices? People are going crazy. I marched towards my home, with a slow pace. My house wasn't far away, but I wasn't in the mood of listening to my amazing parents yelling at me and criticize every small mistake I did in the school or in the house... As much as I hated when they were acting like assholes, I couldn't get myself to hate them, after all they were still my parents, not the perfect ones like you can see in the movies but rather avarge ones. Maybe they were so strick with me because of me being their only child. Yup, they didn't succeed in making another one. I don't know if that's good or bad. Taking advantage of my temporary freedom, I moved slowly, not just wanting to simply extend that moment but to also enjoy the climat and view the night was providing today. Soon my time came to an end, surprisingly faster than I expected, maybe I should have tried to move my feet even slower than a snail or a turtle. I stared at the closed doors of the house that for some reason is still not falling apart. Wouldn't that be better if it was nothing but ruins? I shook my head and cursed at my weird thoughts that I have been getting frequently past these months and opened the doors, praying for whoever could hear me. Entering the dark, alcohol scented building, I carefully made my way upstairs to avoid making any contact with them.

"Brat"! I heard my father yell and groaned as I made my way downstairs once more before walking into the living-room. There, my father sat on the couch, his eyes red and wide, he looked even worse than yesterday.

"What took you so long?" He asked while not looking at his daughter but a dirty wall.

He's trying his best, okay?

"You know how I am. Just wanted to enjoy the night view, before you're gonna start to yell at me I got your favorite." I said with a blank face and pulled from my backpack bottle full of hot liquid. Seeing how my excuse of a father didn't move an inch, I sighed and walked to him, putting the bottle on the small table. My bright green eyes adjusted finally to the dark room and I noticed that my mother wasn't here or the kitchen where she would usually be. Was that a good sign? No, she was probably out fucking some random man or... women, for money. Or she simply got lost again, or maybe she's laying half-dead somewhere in the streets, waiting for the finall blow to end her sad life.

Grabbing back my belongings, I apologised to my father again and left him to rot in the same couch. Closing the door's of my room, I looked around. It was empty, everything I kept here was worth nothing, simply trash and school stuff. More valuable items were kept outside, in the garage. Father rarely went there and only for the sole purpose of looking through the safe for money or looking for anything to drink. Mother didn't wanted to step inside it, I don't know why, but hey, I don't complain.

I never really felt the need of decorating my room, but I'm pretty sure it used to look better. It definitely wasn't so empty.

Pulling my backpack towards my bed, I sit down and opened it, taking out the rest of my things. I had bought mostly books, a lot of books, nothing to eat but hey! Books are great, a book won't abandon you or simply forgot about your whole existence in the school.

Yeah... she's completely alone.

I sighed and opened a random book, that ended up being my biology manual, I looked between the pages boredly. It's not like I don't like it, I just already read it plenty of times before. You see, biology is my thing, maybe the teacher is not exactly good, and mostly makes us watch movies, explaining things from the book but more.. ordinary. He's not even trying, like the rest of the school. 2 more years and I will be able to finally take care of myself, leave this place, forget about the shitty school and create a new life. Maybe even move to another country, not like Hanamura sucks, It's just I don't feel like I belong here, in the big city like this. I need something smaller, with less population, maybe Paris?

Oh, right. Money.

Although, I have a place to sleep in, the lack of food and money makes me feel like a homeless person. And that's probably what I will be after both my parents die from the drugs or the alcohol, unless someone will first beat them to the death for stealing money.

But, It's not like I care about them.

I closed the book and added it to the pile next to me.

Don't get me wrong, I like to learn, but It's not entirely truth. Unlike some teenagers that hate school and rather to spend their time not on learning but to party and get drunk every night, and no, I have never thought about going on a party, It's too loud and full of pervert people.

I guess, I was the lonely wolf, not wanting any attention from anyone.

I wasn't always learning as a hobby, but rather I was forced into it. My mother, before she become what she is today.. she wanted me to be perfect. I wasn't allowed to fail, if I did I wouldn't pass school and if that happened, I couldn't get a job, and if THAT happened she would drown in debt and be finically unstable. So to prevent that from happening, she forced me to become this perfect daughter. Put me in some prestiqious school, had me study day in and day out. She had the idea that I could get a well paying job, and help her and my father get back on their feet.

Keep in mind, I was only 8.

If I talked back to her, saying stuff like, "I wanna play outside!" Or "I don't want to read!" She'd do one of two things.

Hit me.

Or lock me in the garage.

She would lock me there for hours, even days, but always with water, food was something you had to earn, to win. At first it was scary, in my 8 year old body, everything there was big, looking like a terryfing monster hiding in the shadows. In reality those were just old, broken tools and furnitures, I quickly got used to it and to this day, garage has become my second home. Crazy right? Sometimes, small creatures like rats or spiders would reveal themselves and I would watch them silently, not wanting to scare them off. I would give them my water and occasionally food. There was also a small minor and if I was bored, I wouls play with it, making funny faces or throwing random stuff at it, to see how much it takes to make it break. But what's driven me to it was not my boredom at all, but the reflection of an animal in it, sitting on my shoulder and freely moving It's feathery head, staring at me. I didn't know what it what, but it was always there, in the mirror. Whenever I touched, shrugged my shoulder I felt nothing on it, nothing heavy sitting or sleeping on my shoulder. But the creature, that now I know was an owl, was always there with me in the dark, only visible in the mirror. I would laugh and giggle at the way it would try It's best to mimic my face but always failed. I used to call the bird, my Buddy. Talked to it and it would nodd as an answer.

That bird was one of the reason I purposely used to fail every test, so I could play with my friend. But then my mother had enough. She brough me to the garage, then started screaming. I should have kept looking at her, listening, I didn't. My green eyes would glance almost every second at the mirror. It was a mistake. My mother noticed it and angrily, harshly pulled me to the mirror by my hair, that was too long and began to cover my eyes and so my view. She made me look at the window, I looked in hope at it, trying to find my friend but found nothing, just my sad reflection of a child. Without warning she grabbed my head and slammed me into the mirror, again and again, until it broke. Glass was everywhere, on the floor, on the wall, on my skin, in my eyes.

I cried. Not because of the pain and blood painting my face red but because of a certain bird leaving me. Betraying me.

It never existed in the first place.

Just my younger self imagination. A way to find peace, to keep the pain away.

The owl never showed up again after that.

And I grow up, believing that it was nothing but a hallucination, figment of imagination.

I started to learn again, getting good grades only to please my mother. She started to drink more and more, and after some time, she stopped forcing me, she didn't cared anymore and but I just couldn't stop myself from finishing one book and instantly taking another. It become my addiction, something like drugs. To this day, I don't like not knowing stuff, I need to know everything, whenever there is a question I don't understand, my brain wouldn't allow me to sleep until I found out everything about it. It's a curse.

I looked at the couple of old photos I had above my desk with two young boys on them, their faces were cut out from the pictures. It was always like this I couldn't remember when I did that, or was that me that did that? Thought, forget about it, I'm pretty sure that photo dosen't belong to me but my parents. I don't even know those people, never meet them in my life. I wouldn't just forget about having friends, right? Yet, I have no idea who those two are.

One that probably had green hair, I'm not sure but the saved fragments of the boy hair are colored in green. The other one, taller and older was in better state than his... brother? Are they even related? His hair was long, like really long and dark, probably black. The rest was too damaged to see anything.

I frowned. Their probably related to my parents, maybe old friends or family members. Great, here goes another sleepless night.

Then my eyes moved towards something shiny in the corner of my desk. It was a small brooch with beatiful markings colored in black and gold, it resembled some sort of a bug- scarab. And yes, It's too rich looking to belong to me, but no! I didn't steal it I found it. Obviously, my parents don't know about that, they would kill me and then sold it out for pennies. I grabbed it and turned it upside down just to make sure that there was no tracker glued to it or a name carved into it, if there was a name I would try to find their owner through the weak, free WiFi in my school library, and if I would be lucky enough to find them, I would give it back. I might be poor but I'm not a thief, and what would I do with it anyway? Keep it hidden from my parents or sell it myself? Nope, that's like my first good looking decoration in my room.

The brooch, that the girl put down opened It's eyes, scanning the room alerted. It's eyes then landed on a tall creature, called by this planet- human. As It's data base was being reconstructed, the bug began scanning what seemed like a young female. Despite human's young stage, the female's intelligence levels were unexpectecly higher than most humans it came across. With such a superior IQ and appropriate training, the female would be a great asset to It's home-world. But it wasn't the only thing that attracted the scarab, it was the female's aura. Her body was emitting a strange and powerful energy, something scarab has never seen and felt. Scarab only needed to finish reconstructing It's broken memory and the process can begin.

The sound of slamming door made her drop the object on the desk as her mother walked unsteady into her room, father behind her.

I looked at them confused as my mother walked closer to me, her tall figure casting a shadow over me. She leaned closer and I could smell the strong scent of vodka coming from her breath.

"Mother-?" I began, only to be interrupted by the impact of a hit on my cheek. Not making a reaction, I suddenly felt her grab my long hair, that I should have cut already, pulling me towards my father.

He did the same. But it was more lighter, like he was trying to not hurt her too much. He was predenting.

"YOU USELESS BRAT, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US YOU FAILED ANOTHER TEST."

A test? Oh... the Spanish one. I might be good in science and biology but languages... are different story.

I sighed, as they began rambling about how worthless I am. Nothing new.

A screeching noise of someting metalic moving on a desk switched their attention and all three of us looked at the brooch that was moving It's six legs, it looked like the little thing was trying to turn It's body.

"What is that?" My father asked me as he picked up the bug, with how drunk he was, he wasn't able to identify whatever it was, or how expensive it could be. Just like my mother.

"It's my school project, for science, It's almost finished." I stuttered.

My mother said something under her nose and left while my father stayed. Unlike my mom, he has never hit me, only yell.

"Go and make us fucking dinner, It's the last thing you can do to calm her down." He sighed and left.

I let out a breath of relief and followed him behind, not looking back at the small brooch that disappeared from the desk. As I began to walk down the stairs I felt something tickling me on my shoulder but ignored it.

"Do you think I pay bills for nothing?! You fucking better do as you're told! Now, go make me fucking dinner!" My mother yelled at my face. When did she even got so close?

"Of course." I said calmly, shocking myself with how my voice sounded.

Eh, after all those years, living here and sometimes on the streets, I guess I got used to the constant pain and abuse.

I opened the fridge and took out rice, and the ingredients I needed to make my special made miso soup. Beginning to make my orginal miso soup, the smell wasn't perfect as it used to be when she was making in her 8 years. She was happy there, cooking was just another job her mom made her do every day, but she actually enjoyed it.

Time changes people.

While waiting for the things to cook I prepared tree bowls and two pairs of forks while she took herself a pair of chopsticks. My parents only eat with forks, I do too, but I noticed that we have a lot of old chopsticks laying carelessly inside the shelves, so why don't give it a try?

Seeing how the rice was done, I made sure to check if the water was completely gone before I put normal portions of rice into the bowls.

As my small timer beeped, I realized the miso soup was done. I grabbed a big spoon and poured up everything into the three bowls before getting the vegetables and putting them into the bowls.

The scarab observed everything.

I made my way to the dining room, where both my parents were. My father having another bottle of vodka and my mother polishing her nails in front of him.

I placed two bowls in front of them, keeping my own in my hand.

"Why us there three of each? You think you've getting any food after you dared to lie to us, to me?!" She said breaking the silence.

I sighed and left the bowl in the kitchen. What I didn't expect was my father mood switches turn on right now.

He stood up, his mouth moving but I couldn't destinquish what he was saying.

"Alice! Come-" My father began before hiccuping. "Here." He continued, trying to embrace his daughter into a hug.

I knew he was madly drunk, so I ignored the hug and dodged his second attempt as I tried to get back into the kitchen to get his medicine. As I finally was able to get there, I was met with the eyes of my angry mother.

"Hug your father." She said, making my eyes widen at the sight of my mother. Her face was red, vein popping out in her forehead.

"Isn't he your husband? Why don't you hug him yourself, I am not his stress-ball that he can squish and let out all his emotions." I uttered on accident, not really regretting my words.

"You brat!" She yelled before grabbing my black hair and pulling me up.

I did the best I could to stood up higher so I can reach her height. To make sure that she wouldn't be able to rip them off.

Memory data reconstructed.

A light blue light shot through my body and electrocuded her. Making her slamm into a wall.

My mom stood up with the help of my father, both their eyes wide and their mouths were open in horror. My mother made a little squeking noise and stumbled off of the father's grip. His eyes narrowed and his fist balled, stalking closer to the confused girl that was messaging her head. I took a nervous step back as I noticed my father's appearance, something I have never seen in my entire life.

"I- I'm sorry, I really am- can we talk about this?" My voice finally cooperated and I glanced at my parents, desperately trying to understand.

"Talk about this?" Father's voice increased to a shout by the end of the question. "I will tell you what's wrong you little brat! All that worry you kept causing, purposely coming back home beaten up or with empty hands. All the money we spent on you, on your school, so you can support us but it was for nothing! You have... those powers. You're one of those freaks, trying to change the world! Pathetic!" You're just another reject, and you probably meeting with them every time we're not home! With Overwatch!!" He spat the last word, spittle flying into my pale face as one hand tangled in my collar. I didn't understand what was going on. What was Overwatch?

"You're just like your brothers, freaks. We took you in because you never showed any signs of those... abilities. Were you hiding them from us?!" I didn't said anything, I only stared at him, empty for any words. I never have seen him like that, it was always my mother who would attack me. But him?

Wait... did he said brothers?

I was stuck in my mind thinking about that one sentence before a hand flew roughly against the 16 year old's face. Alice pale cheek swung to the side, her mouth opening in surprise. I had been hit before, lots of times, but normally I would expect it. But never from him. Wide green eyes turned back to her father and were met with brown orbs filled with hatred. That's when I realized that both of my parents weren't even similiar looking to me, none of them had black hair or green eyes. It was like looking at two strangers.

Her father's face moved towards a weak smoke coming behind her and his lips curled in disgust. "Stay here." He said before leaving for the kitchen. My mother was still standing on the other side of the room, hand against her beating heart, no sympathy in her eyes for the child. A minute later and he's walking back into the room, a kitchen knife held in one hand and a beer in the other. He took a huge swig of the amber alcohol before smashing the bottle over her head. The hot liquid spilled on her face and clothes, the glass stuck in her skin, everywhere over her head. She didn't detected the pain until the liquid made a contact with the wounds. Then, he pushed the tip of the knife into Alice's chest and the girl's breath stuttered in surprise. It hurt, more as the alcohol dripped on the open flesh, but she couldn't call out. The smoke behind her began to grow stronger, and the scent of something burning spread around her. She was so terrified thaf her voice had died in her throat. As the knife dig deeper into the flesh, another lighting, this time stronger, electrocuded the male, senting him flying at the couch.

Before I could even try to run, my mother pushed me into the wall, holding a small kitchen knife and forced my shirt up. Her mother started to talk but the sound of something screeching was the only thing I could hear, it was like someone shoved a cockroach inside my ear. I didn't even realized that my mother was carving a symbol into my chest.

All I could see was her sadistic grin.

I finally was able to move my body and kicked her into her stomach as hard as possible. What I didn't expect was that my kick was strong enough to sent her slamming into a wall, making it crack a little.

"I want the entire world to see what a freak you are, a trash that we brought to our home, thinking that you can be healed. But look at that, you're just like them." Alice, panting with pain and the efforts of keeping her screams in, crouched down, glancing down at her chest. Rivulets of blood streamed down from the deep, so deep, wound in her chest. Cut almost down to the bone, right in the center of her stomach was the dragon symbol. She was going to have this on her stomach for the rest of her life, if she's going to survive this. Powers? Dragon? Overwatch? I have brothers? She smiled weakly at the thought but it instantly disappeared as her father slapped her again. Why is her mom still smiling, what did she do, to deserve this? Why is her dad not helping her as he used to, he had never gone this far before, why is everything going so wrong? She's going to die, never meeting her brothers, maybe even her family.

Drawing out a whimper of pain, Alice eyes focused again on her's father brown ones again, taking in the fact that the knife was still in the man's hand. He took another swing of his drink before putting one huge palm on Alice's forehead and pushing down. Her head was smacked against the ground and she whimpered again. The male spoke again. "I don't have a way to take away your demon powers, so I'll do the next best thing. Maybe you will thank me for this, if you even survive." With that last sentence, he plunged into the child's eyes.

As the knife was stabbed into her eyes, the scarab has finally managed to fuse with the female's host spine. The alien was aware of the threats that kept attacking It's only host but without being completely bonded, all it could do was just let out a small dose of electricity. The host's system was struggling and fighting it off, whenever it tried to fuse into the host's spine. Now, being fully complet, the scarab activated It's protection system and began to fuse It's armor with the flesh skin, to speed up the regeneration process and to protect It's host at all cost. The damage done to the body will be repaired but the eyes socekts have been completely destroyed and will be need to be replaced. The gold and black armor had covered the female's unconscious body. Four sharpened scarab's legs came out of her back, metalic hot substance dripping from them as the scarab moved the body. The host's broken eyes were replaced with the alien ones, the green pupils now golden moved around, scanning the room.

"Multiple threats detected." screechy, bug-like voice said aloud, making both parents look at each other before the father launched himself at the alien, screaming in anger as he tried to stab the girl again.

The scarab dodged the attack, and quickly shaped the host's right hand into a blade and cut the male's hand clean and stabbed him into his back, the blade cutting through his spine, heart and other vital organs. The male's eyes wide open as he fallen onto the ground.

The woman that was standing still, frozen as she stared at her's husband lifeless body. Blood pouring out of him and splashing the walls everywhere with remains of his bones. Before she could do anything, to scream or finish the job her dear husband were trying to do, to save the world from this abomination. All she did was only gasp, as the blade cut through her throat, and like that, she fell lifelessly next to the male.

The scarab scanned the room for any other potential threats and began his way towards the host's room, scanning the room and taking everything that was valuable to her, it glanced at the old photo and absorbed it into It's armor like the rest of the things. As it finished, the alien left the building throught the back door's that lead to the garden and garage. It looked at the house that wasn't in a good shape, just like the garden, it seemed as no one tried to clean it for many years. The host's right hand was shaped into a plasma canon, the scarab scanned It's surroundings, making sure that no witnesses were around and directed all It's energy into the house. Huge explosion erupted as the scarab kept shoting, it only stopped after everything was completely destroyed, together with the garage.

Taking a last glance at the burning building, that once was It's host home, the scarab released pair of golden glowing wings from the host's back and straightened them before launching itself into the sky.

The alien was confused as to why It's wings that were build to look like elytra were growing steel but light feathers on them, shaping itself without the scarab's will into more looking like wings of vertebrates.