[Matt Walsh's back story.]
"Come on, honey! You can do it. Keep going!" A blonde man with blue eyes said happily, worried for his wife. His palm wrapped around his wife's hand.
On the birthing bed, a Woman with brown hair and green eyes lay with a doctor and a nurse beside her, helping her ease the pain. The woman was named Adina Walsh, and the man was named Nate Walsh.
"Keep going! I can see his head," the doctor called out gently, ensuring the baby was delivered successfully. After a few more minutes, Adina let out a relieved sigh.
"Here, your baby." The doctor gave the baby to Adina. While he and the nurse left. Nate stood there, frozen in stunned silence. Nate looked at the baby in his wife's hands.
"What the... Fuck!" Nate's voice turned cold as he looked at his wife. Adina averted her eyes and stared at the baby in her hands. She was guilty of something.
"Why does he have black hair and blue eyes?" Nate asked, his hands clenched into a fist. His whole body shook as he felt the rage and betrayal build in his chest.
"Baby... You gotta understand me! I was lonely, you were always gone, working with your company! You never had time for me!" Adina looked up, her eyes wet and full of tears.
"It was... My fault? My fault!" Nate turned around, his hands reaching and taking a handful of his blonde hair. His eyes were turning, turning colder.
"Who is it? Who is the father?" Nate asked as he turned to Adina. Adina looked away, even more guilt and regret in her green eyes. Those green eyes look like hell to Nate.
"Your... Brother." A stunned silence overtook the room as Nate tried to process what he heard. Nate was not a nobody. Nate was better than most.
Nate was a genius with an IQ of 195; he had a photographic memory and could remember small details. That does not mean he chose to study science and develop humanity.
Nate decided to start a small business instead and was doing well financially. He was planning to go like this for the rest of his life, until this happened...
"My brother?... He... HA HA HA HA HA!" Nate put his palm over his mouth as he started chuckling. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at his wifey, his good-behaved wifey.
Adina stared at her husband with fear and regret, her hands shook as she tried her best not to start breaking down right there. Nate looked at Adina with hate.
"Why are you pretending like you are the victim here? Victim... You know what? Maybe you are." Without any words, Nate reached into his pocket and walked towards Adina.
"Nate? What are you doing?... N-Nate!" Adina scrambled to try to get up. But she was tired and sore from the birth. The screams from her caused the nurse and doctor to react.
"Is everything alright in there?" The doctor asked with a knock on the door. The doctor and the nurse raised an eyebrow as they looked at each other with confusion.
"ARGHHH!" The nurse and doctor barged into the room, and their eyes opened wide as they saw Nate stabbing Adina in the chest over and over again without stopping.
Slick*
"You like cheating, right?"
Slick*
"You like my brother, right?"
Slick*
"Then go and meet him in hell," Nate said with a sadistic smile. His eyes were cold and ruthless, filled with a silent rage that could swallow the entire world inside them.
"Stop it! Go call the police!" The doctor rushed forward and hit the knife out of Nate's hands with a quick swipe. This was pure suicidal behaviour; thankfully, Nate did not try to stop him.
"Why did you do that?" The doctor asked with a terrified face as he looked at the dead woman on the bed. Three massive stab wounds could be seen in the heart area.
The doctor knew from experience that the woman was already dead from the wounds inflicted on her by Nate.
"She cheated on me with my brother>" Nate said while looking at the body coldly.
"Oh, that's fair." The doctor nodded.
[12 years later.]
A lonely-looking boy with a chubby body for his age and a haggard-looking face walked into a building. The building had an orphanage sign on it.
In his hand was a ball wrapped in paper to hide whatever it was. The boy smiled innocently, sneaking into the office to the woman who oversees the orphanage.
"Oh, it's the fatty!" A group of kids saw Matt walk out from the head office and grinned as they surrounded him—typical bullying of the protagonist.
"Did you forget where you belong?"
"In the pigsty!"
Matt stayed there and looked down at the floor, ignoring them like always. Seeing that Matt didn't entertain their bullying, the kids walked away while cursing him.
"I never forget..." Matt said as he watched the backs of the kids getting further and further. Matt was not a normal kid. He had a photographic memory ever since he was born.
He watched his mother get murdered right in front of his eyes while her blood spurted onto his face and mouth. The first thing that Matt ever tasted was the iron-tasting blood of his mother.
Matt felt how it washed and slid down his naked and weak body. The shiver of his skin when he felt his eyelids close from the blood splattering them.
He remembered every single detail.
Matt turned and walked into the room that he shared with another kid. Mat walked over to the bedside and took his hidden knife. With a stab, the kid sleeping on a bed was killed.
Matt walked towards his bed and reached under it. His fingers touched the ceiling of the bed and ripped something off. A large stack of dollar bills was in Matt's hands.
Matt managed to save two thousand dollars over twelve years. It might not seem much, but he wasn't getting money until he was ten.
Stuffing the money in his pocket, Matt turned and left the orphanage without looking over his shoulder. Once he was at a fair distance, he turned and waited.
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
Tock.
Boom!
A massive fireball the size of a mansion appeared from the orphanage, blowing everything and everyone within two hundred meters into dust.
Hiding behind a metal cover, Matt felt the fierce wind flow over his head. Matt waited until everything was over and peeked over the cover. The orphanage was gone, and his past with it.
Matt Walsh never existed in the first place; all that existed was a sad piece of flesh and bones. Turning around, Matt walked away, his lips curving into a smile.
Matt Walsh was gone, welcome the child killer.
[Back with Satoru.]
Boom!
Satoru felt his eyes turn bloodshot with excitement as he felt the impact of his fist landing on flesh and blood. His body started gaining wounds by the second as he did not have infinity yet.
"You bastards! Is this all you have to offer? Maybe I should torture you first?!" Satoru screamed with a massive smile, blood flowing from the corner of his lips.
"You are a madman! Swarm him!" The captain looked at Satoru like he was looking at a killer clown trying to scare Godzilla. His veins throbbed in anger and a bit of fear at the man.
"Swam him!"
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I decided to do a banger back story. MC had to have a reason to be this destructive and chaotic.
Let me know if you liked the back story.
Also, did I see you not leaving your power stones? What's up with that? Do I have to get my pencil?
John Wick style?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
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