Chapter 2: 3. Unnerving twist

I looked up at Mary and could feel the warmth of her smile. This warmth was a surprise to me. I'm so used to people just kicking me while I'm asleep. These people cared for an absolute nobody.Her smile was on another level. The smiles I'm used to were full of hatred, seeing this new expression cause me to shut down.I looked down at my feet, and as I began to tell the story of my past, I noticed smiles passing by and tears falling onto the nicely carved wooden table. As I finished my last sentence, I left out the part where the others had powers. After I told my past to some random person, I felt some of my stress release from me.I knew I heard Fred say, "Kid, that is one hell of a story, but it's not good to lie." I felt the atmosphere change because of what Fred said. I looked at Fred, his face was not in shock but in ignorance. That's when I had to come face to face with the reality of my story. Will sometimes seem like a folks tale. That kinda hurt me the first time I told my story, I didn't know what to expect. I wanted them to believe me so badly, the harsh truth was it seemed like a made up story.I quickly looked away from the family, understanding that what I've just said seems more of a story than the truth. I can tell my story to a hundred people. If they weren't there then it can seem to them as a lie.This reaction was nothing new; his reaction was the same as the Auos back then. His expression was the same as theirs, his smile matched mine. It had seemed that all of my pain was just made up by them. Maybe it was all made up, it could have been my mind playing tricks on me to keep me busy. The disgust look that was plastered on Fred's face I've seen so many times, but opening up about my horrific past. It changed my perspective on things, the harsh truth is that I will never have what they have. A clear mind. People that actually care about you. This made me very angry for the fact that my past will forever haunt me. It wouldn't matter if I never hurt anyone or saved a thousand people. They would take one look at my face,.it would be terrifying. Seeing the one that saved one was the one who needed to be saved the most. Realizing that complete strangers could never do so, or even people that I may know for years will never heal the trauma that caused their hero to break. Disappointment was shown on his face. I couldn't get an understanding of why Fred was in disbelief.I had to understand that sometimes telling my story to people means nothing if they don't want to hear it. I put my head close to my plate and began scarfing down the last bit of food left. I didn't know what I had digestive, this was a first for me to actually eat for myself. I was terrified of the objects next to my plate. It had the same color as the torture devices had, I couldn't look at my plate so I had to turn head head in another direction to eat. My stomach caused me a new type of pain, this pain was caused by filling myself too fast. I didn't regret doing it though, the food was good. But it was better to actually do something on my own for once, nothing being forced to be fed. Usually they would strap me down to a chair. Put a tube into my side or even in front of my stomach, force feed me whatever they had come up with. The finally accepted best route was to shove it down my throat, causing me to gag . Onto the food they were supplying. Their food for me was never cooked, it was always cold, a lot of times it would have bones in it. That was the worse the bones would cut my stomach on entrance.The food going down my throat was the best feeling that I had ever had. experienced. I wanted the rats from my cell to enjoy this type of elegance, so I could repay them. Before I knew it the food that was on the plate had vanished, the sweet voice of their mother startled me."Marcus, if you're done, I can take that from you; now go upstairs and shower; second door on the left," Mary said.From her voice i was scared of it for a simple reason that i never was spoken to so softly before. It made me wonder if I was living a dream where the past was just a figment of my imagination. Walking down the hallway, I started to have a flashback as I walked away from the living room. The hallway reminded me of when I lived back at that place, and I got to the door. a blood trail would appear from when I stepped inside, closed the door behind me, and started to strip off my clothes as the last piece fell to the ground. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the scars of my past; a slash mark across both sides of my chest. On the right side of my face where my eyebrows were to my eyes, was an acid scar. These scars were nothing to me, it did not affect my actions. The face of mine was not of a hero's, but more of a villain. The acid scars on the right side of my face. I wanted to cry for this reason as this was the first time that I've seen my face in a long time. A sharp pain shot in my stomach. I looked at an object that had a hole in it with water at the bottom. I plunged my head into the hole, something was forcing itself back up. Before I knew it, all the delicious food I just ate was in the water. There were times when I was being used, I thought that it wasn't worth me. Putting myself on the line for people I didn't know their names. The names were not the ones that their parents gave them, after I failed, I remember during experiment fifty one while having a dislocated shoulder. Also a broken femur, while they laughed at my pain their laughter was ended quickly, the sound of flat shoes on the concrete. Those were the times where my smile was broken due to the amount of pain. After all of my broken bones, also with my mentality broke. They still suffered. I couldn't do anything else to help them, I risked everything for them. My mind, body, hell even my purity. It still wasn't enough to help, I couldn't come up with anything else to help them. Seeing the ones that I've failed to protect being dragged behind. Broke my spirit to keep pushing on, to keep fighting a battle which there was no way of winning. This reminded me of when the director made his presence known to me.Made me understand why the laughing was silenced. The director made an entrance and all of the Auos feared the director. His body was slim as if looking at a lily pad from the side. While laying on the hard concrete. He came closer to me, his expression was the same as the rest of them. A smile came across him. This time his smile vanished, the Auos dragged me behind the Director to the show room where the trails we held at. After entering the room the Auos slammed my body onto the floor. The lights they were shining on my body caused my body to warm up. I like the warmth it was known to me. I didn't know that you could be without rats comforting you. walking over to the table with multiple weapons. He grabbed the whip, rearing it back, lashing it onto my almost dismembered body. He stopped after a few lashes. The one that caught his eyes The biggest one was from my collarbone to my hip. I wanted to cry after seeing the effects of my past, whispering softly to myself. " It was all for nothing". Grasping my chest and hearing my heart beat more rapidly. Looking at each scar on my body as I looked, the memories would come up on me. while gazing at the shower curtain, there were these two odd turn handles. One had the initial "H" the other had "C". I turned the one that had the H engraved on it, after turning it the water hit my left arm. The heat from the water burned a little, I snatched my arm back out of fear.get in the shower and turn on the hot water. Once I twisted the other one the water became warm. I stepped into the shower which was very different from what I'm used to. Back then the water would cause my body to become bruised, after the cleaning would be done. They would drag me back to my cell, making my clean body riddle of filth. While the water was cleansing my body. I can feel the hot water hit my back and run over the scars on my body. I begin to smile because I have finally found a place for them to call home here. Smiling so much caused me more pain, because I did the same thing in the past. This smile was much different, it was not for defense. The opposite was for happiness,this new experience was frightening. I wasn't thinking of myself while taking this shower. Questioning my actions of my past thinking that I could have done more for their sake. As I turned the water off and got out of the shower, placing both feet onto the floor, water dripped off of me. I started shivering but this was nothing new to me. My eyes caught a little sticky note placed on the rack to my left. The note reads " Marcus use these to dry yourself off, don't want you to get sick". I get a towel to dry myself off. The temperature of the towel slowly caused my shivering to stop. While drying my body off the towel would hurt me, I pulled the towel back. Noticing the towel had blood on it, after I saw the blood. The blood caused me to go into a panic mode, so I started the shower back on. Trying to get the blood off of the towel, while panicking I accidentally opened the door to the bathroom. After trying for ten minutes the blood just spread across the towel. So I had to accept their punishment for my actions of ruining their precious bathroom