The year was 3XXX, the world was, and has been fucked for a very long time. There was a point where the world's ability to tell the difference between right and wrong, empathy and sympathy, love and lust. Justice was a drugged out failure letting hope get molested by ambition and greed. Products known as "Bio-Girls" acted as both a synthetic option to biological women, and to a darker note, they were known as "reusable" resources, toys to be broken more than they already had been when tossed away. The city was ran by enforcers of the Amoral business practices. Gangs of a racist race of chibi creatures known as the "Confederation of cuties" roamed the streets acting out their own beliefs of brutality on anything that wasn't "cute or nice enough" which just meant anything that wasn't them.
In a rundown home, a young boy whom features were strange and otherworldly. He looked out into the home of his friend, an older boy he knew, Asaoka, a half-japanese person who had lived nearby to him. he knew Asaoka as an older brother figure, they had met during late nights, becoming brothers through their shared hardships. The boy was too young to pronounce his friend's name correctly so he would often call him "Asa". The strange pronunciation always seemed to make the sad older boy smile. The boy with his strange appearance, and Asaoka with his abusive household. However one time late at night, the boy saw his best friend stare down in the rushing waters.
He asked Asaoka if he was ok, Asaoka was crying. He looked at the otherworldly boy and smiled. "I'm sorry I can't be stronger, I'm nothing to her anymore, they took her from me. I'm sorry for being too weak to save you." Asaoka smiled, but his eyes gave away the depths of sadness the older boy felt. "Promise me you'll be stronger than me, that you won't let people hurt you and hurt the people around you, please Runt." The boy whose name was Runt reached out a small gaunt hand to his friend, he rushed out to his friend, the only person who hadn't been afraid of him.
He was too slow. too far away. Runt saw someone he saw as his older brother throw his life away.
His glowing eyes lidded, his mouth full of sharp teeth glinting in the night. His hallowed cry released into the cold night. To the city, to the world, this death meant nothing. But to the boy, to the strange boy. He had lost his family.
He wept. He had one friend, and that friend was gone, disappeared. The boy put coverings on, to hide his unusual features as he left his home to wander the night once more..
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When the boy became a man. He swore he would never forgive what they took. A friend was all he ever wanted. His only regret was that he was not there for his friend in that darkest moment. He swore that he would never let someone, especially himself, lose a friend to evil. That he would do everything to hurt those who tried to take his friends away..
His grey, scaley epidermis, his elongated fingers and his even stranger features of a lack of a nose, his sharp shark-like teeth, and his glowing yellow eyes were hidden behind heavy layers of clothing, scarves and a gasmask. Most people assumed he had been one of the mutants that prowled at night to hurt those who had been luckier in the mutation lottery, one assumptions others mad of him was that he was one of the demons that converted others, and the last made him curious. They had said he was one of the perverts that wandered the night alone, and that made him wonder if there were others like him, who had something good taken from them.