A small
room, No- a cage. Nothing inside, except a boy clinging to hope.
Fifteen years old. Alone. Robbed of freedom. Every breath heavy, every thought
a storm he couldn't escape.
A whisper. Not beside him… inside him.
'Who are you waiting for? No one will come.'
The unknown creature laughed. Hysterically.
The doomed future starts passing his mind. A second pass and he's already
freaking out... Crying... Want to hide... But he couldn't. His own mind, his
own body… nothing allowed him peace.
He cried. Blood ran from his eyes.
Time passed. Each second, the noose of his destiny tightened.
A figure appears.
He
approaches slowly.
Tall pure
black guy cannot see his face.
You're lucky this time...
Zeka.
The cage
opened,
someone is behind the door.
A girl spoke
you?.. You're still alive!
With hope
and happiness.
The girl runs toward him giving him a tight hug with meanings.
I'll never let you go... Never again.
The boy faints after just looking at her and feeling safe again.
15 years earlier
A baby
was born, Not a normal baby a gifted baby with mythical power and maybe an abnormal genius mind
He had no name.
His
mother didn't survive his appearance.
His
father can't see or hear him.
The
father was... Cursed.
His eyes are pure black, like you're looking at the sky with no stars.
He couldn't see, Sense, or Hear.
The Curse was all over the body...
The father seems... dead...
but alive?
The baby
have never seen light from the first day he was borned.
Fear...
Inside him...
Chasing him like they are twins.
The Curse on his father made the baby fear everything in this world..
The baby shivered. Fear clung to him, twisting his tiny body.
Is this all?
No…
The cursed father punishing him for no reason...
Not with a belt..nor a knife.
A blade...
A long blade hovered, black flames licking its blade.
One strike, and any human would be... Dead.
But the kid survived...
More than
One thousand and eight hundred hits.
Scars.
Everywhere.
Not one.
Not two.
Countless
scars, but eight specific, jagged ones that glows with fire.
Years passed.
The kid was shown on the floor.
He was alive...
and the reason was his will of power.
The kid.
He was shown in a large cage with the sword beneath him.
The cursed father entered the room with an unknown scientist saying...
"even your flames can't hide from me."
Five children...
Each trapped in a small box.
Four
white walls enclosed them, cold and sterile.
Beyond, the laboratory stretched endlessly.
The mad scientist appeared.
No name.
No face.
Just presence…
Welcoming them to a new chapter of pain.
The mad scientist enters the room.
He throws the boy inside one of the boxes.
Wear some clothes.
I don't like naked males.
The boy wear some nice clothes.
He catches a black cape coat at the corner with his side-eye.
He wears it and gets ready to get out of the room to see what will happen next.