MEMORIES

It's all coming back to me

I can remember everything.

My childhood

My friends

Their deaths

My torture.

I remember everything.

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Being a five year old child had it perks, playing around and all .

I didn't enjoy my childhood , but rather I hated it.

I lived life normally till that day, I had a different view of things as a kid, but in the end, I was still a kid.

My class got attacked by some beast, a flaming one.

I and some of my classmates, our teacher, could reach in time and put into places to hide ,I hid in a cupboard at the corner out of sight .

Looking through the slit I could see the room clearly a man? No, not a man it looked like a man, but it was on fire, and turning its head to the side, it had a protruded face like a beak .

Its body structure was full of cracks. Its wings formed fully of fire,and its fingers were mostly claws while its feet were that of a bird.

It looked more bird than human.

Every step it took burnt the ground nut not enough to lit a fire.

My teacher pulled out a spear from a hidden compartment in one of the drawers retracted in order to fit.

Our teacher usually said that she was once a hunter but gave up that violent life ,maybe if she didn't, she wouldn't have lost terribly.

We expected her to end the beast in a displayed blow, but the beast just caught the spear, and it began to melt.

And with speed, I couldn't keep up with it. It was already in front of her.

Rather than fight, it seemed she knew she couldn't beat it, and with her last breath, she shouted.

"Don't come out!"

And it severed her head with its hand .

It ....separated her head .

Looking at it's hand it muttered .

"Fascinating "

It .....can talk?

Either due to annoyance or insanity It burnt every child in its surroundings.

Moronic classmates of mine seemed to be the best option to come out their hiding and run.

I merely closed my mouth with my hand and stared, determined not to get caught, but as well, I saw the flaming monster crush them.

Every single one of them either burnt or crushed.

It had gone, although most of the room caught fire, the sprinklers activated upon detection of smoke and watered the fire down .

I could see everything happen again and again and again .

I could hear their voices in my head crying and begging.

As I crawled out of the cupboard that saved my life, I walked to my teachers body, and I saw the head lying there ,and I picked it.

Her face had the look of someone who cared more about us than herself.

As I held the head in my embrace, I heard a noise behind me .

Had it come back?

I turned my head to see my dad and some other men donned in some kind of wear.

My dad looked at me with happiness, but it turned to shock when I turned, and a head was in my embrace.

I lifted the head and said to him

"Ms enyiola."

"What happened here, kid ?"

"A standing monster killed everyone ,it was on fire, and it had wings.

I hid in the cupboard. "

"A standing monster ? Can you completely describe what it looks like?"

"No." I said, nodding my head sideways .

"Okay, kid, you can go home with your dad."

I overheard their conversation.

"A rank 4 or 5?"

"It could be rank 7, but the damage isn't equal .You are lucky your son survived by hiding. "

"I'm not sure other parents would be of the same happiness. "

"I guess so ,a Beast entered the city. we have to know which type and how.

I guess we have our work cut out for us,and your son seems casual about this he might need therapy. "

That therapy ....it didn't work.

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My dad was a d rank hunter before I was born, so my school wasn't an actual school it was a make shift class for nursery since we didn't have enough money to overspend on pre-school.

But he eventually reached B rank

By 6, I would actually start primary.

By 12 secondary, and it's my choice to become an energy user afterwards or continue to university.

As an energy user, I get to either join the military or become a hunter.

Having everyone in your entire class die in front of you kinda gets to you.

Therapy? It didn't work, especially considering the fact that I constantly dream about that same situation repeatedly.

I told my dad to teach me how to fight afterwards, and he understood that it's because of what happened, and he felt that it would help me put my mind into other things.

My mother cried at the thought that I almost died.

As a normal human, I couldn't use energy, so I had to learn how to feel energy separately with the use of energy balls.

They were kinda small the size of a sweet ,filled with energy for normal humans.

After learning how to feel and utilise energy in the ball, my dad taught me how to fight by learning all three general techniques.

I had no friends in my school ,

My dad reached a rank in a while and then died to a fire beast as well .

Well, at least he isn't here to stop me from beating crap out of annoying classmates.

Most 'talented' kids awakened their techniques at 15, so being an energy user at 16 wasn't far .

But I didn't have a technique. Only my three general ones , those like me, were ridiculed for not having an innate technique.

Having voices wanting me to destroy everything in my head had gotten to me so I would sometimes break a few bones, nothing serious.

Then my mother died. I was arrested, I guess killing someone was a big offence.

What about those two men? Would they have been arrested considering they were energy users?

I was put in juvenile detention, considering I wasn't 15 yet, then they kidnapped me from there and cast experiments on me .

Being forced to stay awake and ur blood being drained isn't a nice feeling.

But I guess i got accustomed to pain as well ,so insane voices in my head and being experimented on .

What a view.

They experiment worked,for some reason, they thought I would lose my memories .

I did try escaping twice but got caught, and at my second time, they held back nothing, and I blacked out.

And suddenly, I'm standing here looking at someone who wants to, in assumption, kill .

And I kinda remember what happened after I had amnesia buy its like memories of another person.

Hmm, this body is a lot stronger than last time .

"I'm back,"

He uttered, squeezing his fists.

Test drive time