1 The Beginning

You know this world holds so many mysteries, wonderful hidden little stories that no one's ever heard. My story falls into that, a young man from the world's melting pot. I grew up here in the good ole USA, watching the world get darker and darker with every year that has passed. Hating life just like 80% of Americans as we watch those in charge destroy our country. I was a quiet child, I tried not to bother anyone. I knew that this world wasn't as simple as what appeared. Stories began circulating of superhumans, monsters, and demons living among us. I wanted to be a part of that world so bad but had no idea how or where to begin. So, I just lived, a daily existence that was meaningless. This story will follow my path, my pain, and my growth. I hope you enjoy it, for everything here will be from my point of view.

November 2022, Monday 4:30 am

My alarm went off, I groaned slamming my fist on the snooze button, knowing despite hitting that I would be getting up. I sat up from my single twin mattress. my feet hitting the dirt floor of my stepfather's basement. I Stretched and yawned. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. I stood up and placed my hand on the crappy one-drawer dresser that my stepfather graciously allowed me to have. I slowly got dressed anticipating the crap day I was about to have. I slowly climbed the old wooden steps, each creak letting me know I was about to walk into hell. I sighed as I opened the heavy door to the dining room. At the large dinner table sat the beast of a man I called my stepfather.

"About time boy, go fetch wood for the wood burner." The man growled taking another sip from his beer bottle.

You see my stepfather wasn't a good man in any terms, after my mother passed away, he hit the bottle hard yet hit me even harder. every day was another day filled with pain and misery. He blamed me for everything that went wrong in our lives.

"Fuck off Scott," I replied as I grabbed a piece of bread.

Without warning he backhanded me, sending me flying into the nearest wall. I stood back up ready to square off with him. I was at the point where I no longer cared, the pain no longer hindered me. I glared at him, fire burning in my eyes and soul. He looked at me surprised for a second, you see me standing up for myself was a new development. Usually, I would cower and hide from his strikes praying for him to just kill me. Yet I have no idea what possessed me today.

"That will be the last time Scott, the last time you ever put your miserable hands on me. I swear to God I will fucking end you the next time." I growled at him.

He stared at me for a minute unsure of what to do, then he laughed.

"Look at you, growing a backbone boy, oh your mother would be so proud of you." He said drying the tears from the corner of his eyes.

I sighed dropping my guard for just a second and suddenly another punch to the face. He sent me to the ground and began kicking me as hard as he could. I felt my ribs crack and then break under the excessive blows. My brain screamed for help while I gritted my teeth trying to survive the beating. A few minutes, what felt like years, went by and he finally ran out of steam.

"Your pathetic boy, I'm glad your mother isn't here to see you now. Now get lost brat, I need to sleep last night off." He mumbled as he stumbled onto the crappy couch in the living room.

I groaned as I tried to get up. My body screamed out in pain. I managed to hobble out of the house and into the cold winter air. Snow-covered everything, with more falling. I could hardly see three feet in front of my face. I went to cross the road when suddenly I was in the air again. All I could think at that moment was that me getting hurt was too much of a habit for me and that maybe just maybe this was hopefully the end for me. Pain radiated throughout my body, though there was another feeling. Relief? I don't know, it was a warmth I hadn't known in a long time.

"You poor soul, look at you. You have survived years of abuse for this to be your fate? I think we can do something about that, you shall receive a second chance to be great. Maybe this time around you can find someone who can train you properly." A weird voice seemed to pull me from the brink of death.

I could feel hands on me, trying to bring me back to life. I coughed spewing blood as I tried to breathe. My ribs were completely done for. I opened my eyes to see a blue-shirted man standing above me and another one checking my vitals. I smiled weakly and chuckled.

"You boys don't have to try so hard. Dying isn't so bad," I uttered as I lost consciousness again

Wednesday 10:40 pm

I awoke to heart monitors and an oxygen machine going off by my head. A quiet nurse shuffled about changing things. As she got close enough, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Doctor!" she howled as several other nurses rushed into the room looking as if a miracle was taking place before them.

Moments later a doctor rushed in looking extremely flushed and shocked that I was awake.

"Clear the room and keep this quiet for now." He ushered the others out of the room.

He paced around the room taking nervous glances at me every few seconds before he grabbed a chair and sung it to the side of my bed. he plopped down and sighed.

"Let's begin with this kid, I have no explanation on how or even why you are alive. Every rib was broken, and your arm and your legs were both broken. Honestly speaking you should be dead just from that alone, but do you know what kind of vehicle hit you?" He asked looking at me.

I just shook my head still processing everything.

"A damn semi-truck! You shouldn't even be able to move let alone be alive. Look at you though, it's been forty-eight hours and you can actually sit up on your own. By the way, when we x-rayed your body there seemed to be signs of extreme physical abuse. Is there anything you want to tell me?" the doctor asked as if he suddenly regained his composure.

I looked at him for a second contemplating whether telling him would matter or not. I decided I would. I spent the next few hours detailing every bit of abuse I had suffered at Scott's hands. With each painful detail, you could tell the doctor was becoming more and more upset. His face went from white to a deep hue of red within minutes. After I told him everything he quietly stood up and left the room. Minutes later he came back with a few officers. I retold my details, and they wrote them down. afterward, I decided I had had enough and was ready to rest, so I had everyone leave the room so I could sleep.