This is a story about a boy. When humanity detested him, that boy would become the reason for humanity's downfall. It all started with a boy called Lukehorn. He was born in 2003. When he was ten years old, he and his parents boarded a plane to Slokovia, Russia, for an urgent, special, secret meeting. Who are my parents, you may ask? Well, my father was born in 1980, while my mom was born in 1984. You see, when my dad was in his twenties, he had a one-night stand with my mom in 2002. I am the unexpected outcome of it all because my dad forgot to bring the condom. In short, I was a mistake. But it didn't even end there. Oh, not yet.
When my dad was 18 years old, he was traveling with his mom and dad when they were attacked by terrorists. My dad defended his mom by using his bare hands to disarm the first terrorist. You see, my dad was a trained fighter; where he trained is still unknown to this day. But one thing was clear: the terrorists weren't going to harm anyone. Or so it seemed. After my dad disarmed the terrorist, he then picked up his gun and shot him in the heart, killing him instantly. He rushed towards the other terrorist, who was currently beating up my granddad. My father gave the terrorist a shocking, terrible blow, kicked him in the nuts, and then performed some crazy martial art move on him, knocking him out. My dad also took his gun and fired at him multiple times.
He thought it was over, but what came next was nothing short of a conspiracy. One of the terrorists, whom we hadn't noticed in time, pulled his gun and shot my grandma in her forehead, which was lethal. That was the biggest mistake. My dad pulled the two guns from his jacket and proceeded to shoot him so many times, even though he was dead. My dad didn't stop; he kept on shooting. Eventually, when the bullets ran out, he used the guns as a weapon to smash the terrorist's lifeless face until my granddad cooled him off by knocking him out. That's my dad's story.
But what about my mom, you may ask? Well, my mom was an orphan. She had no parents, or so it seemed. On the night when my mother was born, my mom's father could not afford the bill, so he took my mom when the nurses weren't looking and took her to an orphanage. When my mom's mother found out, she killed herself. My mom's dad then vanished completely, never to be seen again. How did my mom and dad meet, you may ask? Well, my granddad, out of rage, disowned my dad. But since he could not just leave him, he took my dad to an orphanage instead. Like fate, it so happens to be the exact orphanage where my mom was dropped.
After some years, my dad happened to be strolling around when my mom was getting bullied by three idiots. He reacted quickly, taking care of the bullies who wronged my mom. After the bullies ran away for their dear life, injured, my dad offered my mom a hand. She took the hand, and from then on, my mom and dad's relationship began. At first, it started as what the generation at that time called friendship. Then, it evolved into what they call a romantic relationship. Yuck, it still gives me the creeps.
(Permit me, the author, to comment. You see, I'm hopeless. I have no girlfriend. Nobody. Even my usual friends are boys. I don't have any "hoes" at all. Ever since I got rejected… um, I got carried away. Sorry. Time to continue.)
Then it happened. One night, a storm came. It was so large that it flooded the city and the orphanage. So, amidst the rampaging flood, my mom and dad got carried away. My dad swam to meet her, and they held on to each other tightly until my dad saw a sturdy pole. He then asked my mom to get on top of him for a piggyback ride. My mom agreed since she had no choice. Then, my dad calculated the distance between him and the pole and decided to use the surging water current to his favor. He swam opposite, against the surging current, and that gave him enough force to dive into the flood and swim underwater while holding on to my mom tightly. He then moved closer to the pole until a fallen tree, which got swept by the current, headed their way. My dad now used it to his advantage. He emerged and grabbed on to the fallen tree. He then amassed the courage to stand on the fallen tree.
He then jumped. At that moment, a huge wave rushed vigorously towards them. It completely engulfed them, but luckily, my dad caught the pole just in time. After holding it tightly, he emerged and climbed onto the pole. Then he climbed to the very top. The flood couldn't reach them. My dad now scouted areas where the flood's impact was less. Then he saw an alley that the flood didn't affect. He then told my mom to hold on tight to him. Then they jumped off the pole. My dad dived deep into the flood. He traversed the overwhelming current, emerged, carried her, and ran straight towards the alley.
When they reached the alley, they saw some men there. One of them asked them to leave, or he would kill them. My dad refused before he rushed towards them, beating them until he knocked them out. After a while, when they woke up, my dad gave them a stern warning to leave and never come back. They ran with their tails in between their legs. Then my dad fell to the floor. My mom rushed towards him, but before she got there, he passed out. My dad opened his eyes to see my mom looking down on him. My dad then noticed that my mom had kept him close all this while. My mom now told him, shakingly, to rest. But my dad noticed something was off. So he went back to the surging flood, picked up some piles of wood, then took them back to the alley where he displayed his Boy Scout skills, setting a bonfire.
He carried my mom near the bonfire, pulling off his jacket. He covered her with it and brought her close. Then my dad ran off to a grocery store, broke the door, carried as much supplies as he could handle, and went back to the alley. He made a bed with some wooden and glass frames lying around. Then he used a blanket to cover it and gently placed my mom there. Carrying another blanket, he covered her while he made some roasted fish using the bonfire. He gently served it to my mom, and they ate. When the bonfire went out, my dad wanted to sleep on the cold, bare floor, but my mom wouldn't allow him. So she decided for him to sleep next to her. My mom now cuddled my dad, and then she agreed to "the stuff." After that, you know the rest.
To summarize, after the flood, everyone was safe and compensated by the government. Someone who watched my dad while the flood went on employed him in a secret government association which goes by the name of S.C.G. (Secret Celdar Goll). After that, my dad married my mom after she had me. And now we shift to the exact moment where we were boarding a flight to Russia. Well, somehow things went wrong. A suicide bomber happened to be on that plane. Before we realized what was going on, it was too late. So the plane blew up.
But incredibly, I survived. I landed in a sea. For weeks, I survived, fought sharks who came for me, and ate whatever I could until a search and rescue helicopter found me. I was taken to the hospital where I was diagnosed and treated. Little did I know, while I was in the hospital, a rumor circulated around the world that I was a cursed child. That I killed everyone on the plane. And they despised me. I only got to discover this when I was released. Then I was beaten by some lowlife bullies who told me the tale. But I endured, thinking it was going to be all better. I saved up some money after some grueling work. Then I boarded a plane. The same old story: it blew up. I survived, and the same rumor circulated, only this time it was worse.
It got so bad the government had to step in and take me hostage while promising me that it was going to be better. Little did I know that I'd become a lab rat. I got experimented on in so many different ways that I just couldn't count. It was so bad sometimes I got near death's door, but I luckily survived every time. Over time, I grew more and more distant from the persons I called humans. I was driven to insanity. The humans I once knew and loved, I absolutely detested and hated them. I felt like killing them, but it was too soon. In one of the many experiments, I broke out and managed to escape by sea.
I went to a remote city. While I clutched my wounds, I was slowly driven towards death. When I saw the first human, I immediately pounced on them and killed them with my bare hands. The police saw me and pulled their guns, shooting me without a second thought. What could I do? Nothing. I was so angry that I pleaded that if I was given a second chance, I would destroy the race I once called brothers, family. Then someone appeared. He was the embodiment of darkness. He then struck a deal with me, and that deal became what I am now. I got reincarnated into a fantasy world, but instead of the usual hero mode, I got reincarnated with a different plot twist.