Kapitel 4: Creating an identity and learning a bit
Freak woke up after slashing his, uncle? He was sure that was not human so let´s call him, False Uncle. Well after slashing and probably killing False Uncle he did one of the most human reaction and..... puked.
Freak puked, a lot.
But interesting enough he vomited that purple goo substance, which felt, disgusting.
It was hot and it tasted horrible.
After puking a lot, he rubbed his mouth cleaning it with his hand.
After emptying his stomach he began to cry, hard.
He just killed something.
And he felt horrible.
Maybe he was a freak, maybe his family was right, maybe he does deserve to be punished.
He was feeling so bad, he tried to think about his family to comfort himself, and that´s when he realized, normal Uncle Vernon would have also tried to murder him, if for even a second he thought about killing him.
And that went for all his family, he knew that if push came to shove, and his life went on the line they would not hesitate to kill him.
He still felt horrible, killing is killing, no matter who it was, but he did feel a little better.
He also felt something new for his family, hate, down to the bones, his anger towards them was the same of an angry dragon who was provoked, but Freak was more than provoked and some part of him, even thou he wouldn´t like to admit it, would like to take revenge.
Only after exiting that state of mind did he realized that he was not alone in the room but that there was someone there, the kind lady.
As soon as he saw her she approached him with a glass of water. And before she could give it to him he spoke.
"Sorry for calling you a freak" He said honestly, he now realized the way that insult had hurt him.
"It´s alright dear, here I brought you water" She gave him the glass and tried not too look too shocked, she wasn´t shocked for him being nice, but at whatever he had puked, that definitely wasn´t some after effect of getting a block removed, or at least on she knew of.
As Freak down the water at an amazing speed she asked him something "What´s your name child?"
Freak having down the water look answered without thinking "Freak"
As soon as he said it a realization came to him and he couldn´t help but say it out loud, "Why is that my name?, isn´t it not nice?" Mean, he meant the word mean.
"Who told you that was your name, child?" She asked completely confused, her mind only had two pictures, going on all the information she had, the bruises, his weight, and this name, she reached two conclusions.
Either the kid came from an abusive household, or he suffered from intensive bullying and had a poor family. She hoped it was neither but she knew that the kid had to had a really bad story
"My family always called me that, I think" Freak grabbed his head "I don´t remember that well." Tears came from his eyes once again, a lot of his life was lost, a lot of what happened slipped out of his mind "Why do I not remember?" His breath became harsher and he began hyperventilating.
"Why do I not remember? Why? Why?" He cried, hard, such a big part of him was missing, it hurt, it felt like having a family portrait but not knowing who anyone is.
Monique was having a bad time seeing the kid having a bad time, she was moments from interrupting the child and calming him down, when he surprise her by calming down.
Freak began steadying his breath as he realized something, a bitter sweet realization he might not remember everything but that also meant he doesn´t remember every small action that his family did, how they hurt him.
He began thinking back and he realized he probably forgot mostly bad things, some important things, sure, but it would also mean he got a easier job of dealing with this trauma.
Realizing she standing there without doing anything she decided to do something, she approached the child and put her hands on his shoulder.
"This is going to be difficult to explain but I did something that was meant to make you have an easier time, and I´m sorry that you feel bad, and I´m sorry that you probably feel like you forgot everything and-" Monique continued feeling really bad, apologizing for everything she did.
Freak just gave her a small smile and hugged her.
"Thanks I feel better, and don´t say sorry, magic is awesome"
Monique gave a big sigh, avoiding eye contact, before making it again.
"Is there a way to make you forget about magic, or make you not tell anyone" The lady didn´t even try denying magic, she created energy constructs and fought a giant dog, there was no winning this argument of the existence of magic.
"There´s a way for me to not say anything about magic" He said while looking quite mischievously, his sadness left behind. He now looked like he had offered to buy her soul, that level of mischievous.
Monique didn´t answer, just gave him a look, she knew what the child was going to say and that only made her feel worse, how was she supposed to break the news down to him.
"I want you to teach me" Monique looked even worse, yes it was what she thought, she was ready to say it´s way too early to start and he might not even have talent for it, how dangerous it is and millions of other reasons.
"Look I can even do something" This called the attention of the blond who now looked at the child with doe eyes, ready to stop him.
Freak did the same motions he did before, and put his whole concentration on it, however due to not being in a dangerous situation or maybe not putting enough energy only a sparks were created.
Monique was completely flabbergasted, how could a child no older that five do sorcery, yes the spell was not right, but still it´s better than most people first try
"Oh" Monique was trying to understand, but she put those doubts aside and spoke "You´re amazing child, you are blessed"
"Really" Freak spoke full of excitement "Does that mean that you´ll teach me?" He gave the puppy eyes that he had seen Dudley gave to Uncle Vernon.
"I have to think Benit, I am not su-"
"What does Benit mean?" Freak asked completely honestly, hoping that it wasn´t something like freak.
"It´s the name of my last disciple" She looked to the window, and began thinking of what happened wit the Benit how he died, how it was all her fault.
Before she could think even more Freak spoke again.
"Can my name also be Benit, I like it" He spoke with full honesty, he would like to have the same name as her last disciple, he didn´t know the word but it was to honor him.
"I think that would be great, Benit, but there´s one condition" She looked serious now "You´ll let me teach you and you´ll live here"
Benit nodded his head hard, almost making it fall off.
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A couple days passed and Benit now found himself in a sort of dojo, in the Monique house, or should he say their house?
"Magic is a hard subject to study, it involves lot of things, and there are numerous types of it, a normal sorcer mostly learns eldritch magic, but there is wanded magic, witchcraft, asgardian magic and lot´s more. Magic is the use of energy to manipulate the reality, using either dimensional, universal, or personal energy to achieve it.." Monique kept talking in a strict voice, almost looking like she wasn´t enjoying this, but she actually was, she loved teaching, she sometimes wished she didn´t became a sorcer, but if there´s something she loved more than teaching it was protecting.
Benit listened carefully, saving each bit of information in his brain, he really wanted to learn magic, he hoped one day he could become as strong as Monique.
"As part of your schedule we will start learning mostly theoretical, but we will learn some practical too. Today I want to start on something you already showed to be quite good at, energy constructs."
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A year passed and you could see Benit and Monique fighting in the dojo of their home. In this year they became really close and they now had a son and mother relationship.
Most would think she would be reluctant to fight Benit but she wanted him to be strong so she would show him how to fight and how to be able to beat stronger opponents.
Benit tried slashing Monique with a energy construct in the shape of a bastard sword.
Benit had took magic faster than anyone Monique had ever seen, she thought he might have the same talent as the biggest sorcers such as Merlin or Agamoto.
Monique evaded the slash and Benit didn´t wait a single second and continued attacking, each time he was close to do some damage Monique either evaded or blocked his attack with a fan.
Benit getting tired of just attacking decided to use a new strategy, he waved his hand three times, and a little bit of fire appeared on his hand, the spell, if used correctly should have made way more fire, but he was still learning the spell.
He got closer and slashed once again at Monique, however she just evaded again, but before he could shot a fireball like he had planned, Monique hit him with an open palm, and his soul left his body.
"That´s not fair" Benit said, in a childish way and then pouted.
Monique just laughed, and helped Benit into his body.
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Some hours later they were both at a grocery store, trying to buy somethings for dinner, which they had both forgotten since they were busy training, when someone, bumped into them.
"I´m so sorry miss, I´m" The lady which had bumped into them gasped in surprise "ADRIAN POTTER" she screamed
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Author notes.
Hoped you liked this chapter, I tried giving a little information about magic to make the chapter more interesting, the fights will be more interesting I swear
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