Silvers' Backstory Part 1

(Trigger warning: some content in this chapter may be disturbing to younger readers! You have been warned!)

(Silver's pov)

I sat up from my bed with a sigh, "I still can't sleep..." I said as I looked at the clock, 4:08 am, I should just get ready for school although I didn't want to go back today, but, it's Wednesday so I don't have a choice. I then sighed again as I dragged myself out of my bed, I got dressed and grabbed my belongings as I made my way down the hallway and stopped when I saw him. He was leaned back in his recliner and surrounded by empty beer and other alcohol bottles, I released the breath that I was holding when I heard him let out a snore, he was asleep. I tip-toed my way past the drunk, sleeping, grizzly bear that I knew would rip me to shreds if I woke him, I then quickly exited the front door and ran for my life until I was a good mile or two away from my house, I may be small but I'm fast, strong, and have got a lot of stamina, I once ran five miles without stopping to take a break and it only took me about fifteen minutes to do plus I wasn't even the slightest bit tired, I guess that's why I got put in class 1-C instead of any of the other classes, I continued to walk the rest of the second mile to school, well I guess it was more of a very fast speed walk. When I made it to school I was already glued to my phone, I had bought it for myself because the drunk never left the house, I took up three different jobs at the age of six and I've still been working them so I can take care of the bastard but it doesn't pay off, I'm nineteen now and I hate having to take care of him but I guess I'm too nice not to, or maybe because I don't really care, I've never really been the motivated type because of the trauma I went through as a child and the fact that I had to grow up so quickly.

When I was born my parents had already known I was different, and not a normal different. At the age of fourteen days old, I was already walking and talking like the average adult, and at the age of two months I had already killed someone, it was a man who had broken into our house and was going to kill one of my brothers. When my parents woke up they found me with the man tide up, I had skinned him alive using an ancient technique, you start at their ankles and begin to work your way up, cauterizing the wound as you go, that day was when they decided they didn't want me anymore so, they put me through foster care. I bounced from house to house for the first two years of my life before a clan leader took me in and started to raise me as his heir to the clan, but, at the age of four..... something happened... I don't quite remember it, it's all pretty much a haze, of course, until the end..... I don't know what happened beforehand, but, what I remember was opening my eyes, like right after you blink or something, but I opened my eyes and I was looking down at my hands, the hands that.... that were covered in blood and shaking violently, I slowly lifted my head and found the whole clan... they were dead... and there were tons of people who were crowding and trying to find out what had happened, but as I looked around longer, I realized that there were a lot more dead bodies to be just one clan. When the police arrived they surrounded me and all had their weapons pointed at me, I didn't know what else to do so I surrendered quietly.

"Hey, there ya are gay boy!" I jumped at the sudden outburst from across the courtyard, I looked up from my phone but remembered what happened yesterday and quickly looked back down at my phone, "woah woah woah- what the hell happened to you?! I know for a fact that you didn't have that many bruises yesterday!-" "yeah well maybe you missed a few, alright!..... I'm fine, just leave me alone..." I continued to walk into the school but yet again he followed me until I got to class, for the rest of the day I just blanked out and thought some more about my past.

After I had surrendered I was taken by the police to the station where they interrogated me, when they were done I had asked them who all had died and they told me there were about six clans that had been completely wiped out, afterword, I was forced into another foster home. It didn't take long before something bad happened in this one too. They were a family of four, a mother, father, daughter, and a son, I was the oldest, the daughter and son were twins about two months younger than me. Our mother sang us to sleep every night and I loved the song she sang, it was so beautiful, even though the lyrics were kinda creepy, the song was "The Hangman's Tree" (I don't own the song, look it up on YouTube it's great!) It had been almost a year, it was the day before my fifth birthday and our mom was putting us to bed so I asked her if I could sing the song, and she let me, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and began to sing. When I finished I opened my eyes and smiled, I thought I had done a great job but when I looked at my foster mother her face was blank and her amber eyes were no longer the beautiful color they once were, they had turned white, my smile faded as she exited the room, I looked to my siblings and found that their eyes had turned white too, I watched as they slowly got up and exited the room as well. I was curious as to what was happening so I stood up and followed them, our mother had gone to her bedroom and my siblings started to head to the kitchen, my father was at work and wouldn't be back till the morning. I followed my siblings to the kitchen, when we got there I watched them go to the knife block, they both grabbed a knife and I got confused, "What are you guys doing?-" As I finished my sentence I heard a single gunshot ring out from the direction of our mothers' bedroom, my ears began to ring after hearing the noise, I clasped my palms over my ear and clenched my eyes shut, when I opened my eyes I saw my siblings holding the knives up to their throats, my eyes widened in shock and horror as I watched them slide the knives across their throats, I watched the dark red liquid come pouring out of their necks as their arms, along with the rest of their bodies, went limp as they crumbled to the floor. I started to scream and cry, all I could think to do at the time was to go get my mother, I ran towards her room screaming and hollering down the hallway, "MOM!! MOM!!!" I practically kicked open her bedroom door and ran up to her but stopped a little ways in the door, she was dead too, she was laying there on the floor, gun still in hand. At the sight of her dead body, I fell backward, I wanted to scream again but all that came out was a shaky whisper, "m-m-mo-m-mom...." My tears continued to stream down my face as I stared at her dead body, my whole body was shaking and I couldn't move from my spot on the floor. I guess one of our neighbors called in the sound of the gunshot because no more than two minutes later the police were kicking down my front door, everything was all hazy, their voices were muffled and I still couldn't move, I couldn't take my eyes off of my mother, they were talking to me but I couldn't look at them let alone give a response to their mumbled questions my tears continued to fall as I sat there completely stunned. It was like I had only blinked and I was in the back of an ambulance, but I still couldn't move, talk or even look in any other direction other than right in front of me, the mans' voice was still muffled as he talked to me, I guess he was trying to figure out if I was alright. I then heard a muffled voice that began to bring me out of my sort of trance, it was my dad, I slowly and shakily turned my head to the right where I found my father speaking with one of the officers, he then turned his head in my direction causing us to lock eyes, I watched as hatred filled his face as he stared back at me, he began to make his way towards me, once he got to me he grabbed me by my shirt and began to yell in my face causing me to fall completely out of my trance, "This was all your fault wasn't it!" he screamed, "I read about what happened with your last foster family and I told her it was a bad idea but she though you were cute and wanted to bring you home!" the officers began to pull him off of me as he continued to yell that it was my fault. When they were done asking me questions at the hospital they sent me home where I found the old man drinking to his heart's content, "You..." he hissed as I walked through the front door, "I was fired from my job today and came home to the mess you made... Your a monster!" he took another long swig from the new but now half-empty whiskey bottle on the table before continuing what he was saying, "...but I have the perfect punishment for a monster like you...." he stood up from his spot at the table and made his way towards me, he looked me up and down before he spoke, "...take off your clothes!" he demanded as he grabbed me by the wrist and threw me onto the living room floor. When he was done with me he put his pants on and went to his room, I was left on the floor, stripped naked, an aching and crying mess, he came back about five minutes later with the baseball bat we had kept in our parents' room in case someone broke in while we were home alone, he walked up to me and smirked, "I know how I'll make some money, I'll just sell you to whoever pays the most and they can do whatever they want to you, but until then...." after speaking he raised the bat over his head and swung it down hitting me in my legs, I screamed out in pain but it was cut short by him taking another swing, this time hitting me in the ribs, I couldn't breathe, I turned off of my side and onto my stomach as I attempted to crawl away but I got struck in the back of my head and everything went black. I woke up to him kicking me in my bruised side, "get the fuck up you piece of shit! Get dressed he'll be here soon." "wh-who?" I asked while quickly finding that it hurt severely to breath let alone move, "The guy who's going to be paying me about three-hundred a week for you, so get up and get dressed!" he kicked me again and I yelped in pain, "oh shut the fuck up it doesn't hurt that bad ya damn crybaby!" I slowly stood up from the floor but fell back down as pain shot through my entire body, I looked to my father and he just crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows signaling me to continue to my room, so I stood back up and used the wall for balance as I limped my way to my room. When I finished getting dressed I heard the doorbell ring, I then looked myself over in the standing mirror located on the back of my bedroom door to make sure I had all my bruises covered, which I did, for the most part. When I was finally satisfied with the lack of bruises I could see I made my way back to the living room where I found my father and a man a little taller than him, I froze in the doorway and waited silently as they spoke. Finally, the man and my father turned to me, "I have already taken him through a test run last night." my father said to the man without breaking his gaze from me, "oh? and how did he do?" "well, he makes a big fuss out of it, he kicks, screams and cries. Of course, I know once he goes with you I'm sure he will be more obedient..." he replied to the man's question and neither one of them looked away from me, "well I love disobedient ones.... because I just love breaking them!" the man chuckled softly alongside my father but soon after, he held a hand out towards me, "come now, it's time to go home-" "like hell I'm going anywhere with a creepy old geezer like you!" I cut him off as I shouted at him but he pretended not to hear me and grabbed hold of my arm as he walked to the front door, after the door shut behind us he started to talk to me, "listen, kid, I'm not going to hurt you if I don't have to, ya see, you're not for me you are a present form my son, he's 15 in a week so I'm going to give you to him for his birthday. He's never had any friends and hardly leaves the house anymore, so I'll take good care of you for this week, then I'll give you to him and he'll take care of you, alright?" I stared at him in confusion, I thought he was just going to do what my father did, but I guess I was wrong... "y-you're a good person, well at least you're better than my father is...." I mumbled and he chuckled at it, "yeah, well, some of the things I might do for these first couple days you're probably not gonna be very happy with..." When we got to the house I got out of the car and stared at the house, it was huge, I guess I must've had a weird look on my face because the man began to chuckle, "wh-what's so funny, uh!?" I yelled as I turned to him causing him to laugh harder, "I guess you've never seen a mansion before, have you?" he chuckled again, "well duh! I'm not rich, plus my dad was gonna lose the house cause he lost his job and I-..." I cut myself off, I didn't want to say it, but that's what happened, "you what?" he had stopped laughing now and was now serious, I lowered my head and began to explain what happened, "...The reason my dad is doing this to me is because I.... I-I killed my mom and my twin younger siblings, and before that.... I completely destroyed six clans-" after I told him I began to cry, he looked completely shocked but it slowly faded away and turned to a look of pity, "I see, so you were that kid who killed all those people last year...." I slowly looked back up at him and he began to smile, he then placed his hand on my head and ruffled my hair, "well that just means one more good thing for me! and that also means you'll be doubling as his new bodyguard! he gets in a lot of fights, so you'll be looking after him, alright?" my eyes widened in surprise as he smiled down at me.

"How old even are you kid? I mean are you even supposed to be in college?!" I looked up from my phone to find myself face to face with an upperclassman of mine, he was in class 1-C with me, "so tell me, squirt, how tall are you? how old are you? aaaand~ what's your full name? I really wanna get to know ya kid, you're pretty interesting!" oh did I forget to mention that his entire personality is an almost exact copy of the annoying little shit from yesterday and the day before, ya know, the one who's always following me and yelling something like, "Yo gay boy!" yeah, him. How they are alike you might ask, well, they are both my upperclassmen, they both have a very contagious disease called stupidity, they're both very loud, they both wanna be my friend, they both continue to try to follow me everywhere, and they both think I'm gay, which I am definitely not! "My name is Silver K. A. Zoldyck, I'm 19 and I'm...." to be honest I'm extremely sensitive of my height so I hesitated on telling him but I did anyway, "I-I'm.... I'm 4'9...." I haven't grown since I was eight, I was confident I was gonna be really tall when I got older but, I guess the world likes to make ya think one thing's gonna happen and then suddenly decides to do the complete opposite, "wait, seriously! your 4'9! man I knew you couldn't have been taller than five foot but seriously, 4'9!? I can't believe you're actually-" "If you say 4'9 one more goddamn time I swear I'll kill you!" "damn you're mean! I kinda like it~" he leaned down and whispered the last part into my ear, another thing he does that the other annoying little shit does, "piss off will ya!" I snapped at him, "oh, come on gay boy~" he then grabbed me by my shoulder and pushed me up against the wall, I feel like this happens a lot, "get the fuck off me, asshole!" "not till you admit that you're gay aaaand, go out with me-" "hey asshole!" I jumped at the sudden outburst that had come from beside us, when I turned my head to the left I saw annoying asshole number one, he threw a punch at asshole number two who had pinned me to the wall. number ones' fist met with number twos' face causing him to fall backward, "nice shot and thanks, number one," I said as I looked at him, "what the hell did you just call me?" "I called you number one because you were the first asshole I met here, and he's number two because he's basically an exact copy of your personality," he then rolled his eyes and looked back at number two as he spoke to me, "just call me Adrian, I hate stupid nicknames," "if you want me to call you by your name you've gotta stop calling me gay boy." Number two began to stand, he kept his hand on his left cheek where Adrians' right hook landed, "who the hell even are you?" asshole number two hissed at Adrian, "oh me? well, I'm shorty here's boyfriend, so I'd like you to leave him alone as he told you to, if ya don't, I'll have to kill you-" "piss off Adrian, you're not my boyfriend, I'm not gay, and I can fight my own battles!"

I walked behind the man as he took me to my room, "this is where you'll be staying until my sons birthday," he said as he opened the door revealing a large room with its own bathroom attached to it along with a walk-in closet and a queen-sized bed, "wow..." I muttered as I walked a couple of steps into the room, "there are fresh clothes in the closet if you'd like to change into something more comfortable," he continued as he shut the door so I could have some privacy, "I'll bring up your welcoming gift when you're finished," "huh? w-welcoming gift?" he hadn't heard my question because he had already closed the door. I shrugged it off and made my way to the closet, I was wearing a tuxedo and had my semi-long black and white hair that came down about an inch or two below my shoulders pulled back in a ponytail, "I guess I'll take a look..." I thought as I entered the closet. "Well, I guess I did a little more than just look" I sighed as I looked down at myself, I was now wearing a white shirt with a black playboy bunny logo plastered on the mid-chest area, a short black skirt that was a little shorter than mid-thigh and was held up by suspenders of the same color, and thigh-high black and white striped socks. No, I am not gay, I just wear things I feel comfortable in. Anyway, I made my way to the door of my room and exited, I made my way through the maze of halls and down the stairs, I've got a photographic memory, that's the only way I didn't get lost. I made my way down the stairs and to the living room where I found the man who had brought me to my new home, "oh, uh- how'd you find your way back, I mean I was going to send a maid to escort you?" "oh, well I have a photographic memory, so I remember everything down to the finest detail." when I replied to the question he just stared at me in shock for a moment before he spoke again, "well that's quite helpful.... another question for ya kid, why are you wearing a skirt?" "oh, uh.... I just think they're comfortable, that's all." he then chuckle and placed his hand on my head and ruffled my hair that I had left down, "alright, well dinner will be ready shortly so I'll show you where the dining room is," he placed a hand on my back and began to walk towards a large set of doors, he pushed the doors open with the other hand revealing an enormous dining hall, I glanced around in awe as we walked to the table surrounded with butlers, "well, is it done?" he raised an eyebrow at the butlers as he placed me in a seat at the table, "the chefs are putting the final adjustments on your dishes, sir." the butler then glared at me, I watched as his dark brown eyes slowly began to turn red, this caused me to start to become light-headed and my vision blurred, "Ally!" I suddenly snapped out of it and glanced to my arms, my eyes widened as I saw a black shadow-like mass begin to retreat from my wrists and back up my arms, "don't pick fights with our guests!" I looked up to see the kind man yelling at the butler, I assumed his name was 'Ally' seeing that he had responded to that, I could still feel the black mass sliding on my skin as it slowly retreated to my eyes, the man turned and looked at me, he was watching it sink into my eyes, "incredible," he exclaimed as he placed both his hands on the sides of my face while bringing his closer, "could you sense his blood lust? I bet you could, is that why your eyes and skin started to turn black? was that a defense mechanism?" he shot out a bunch of questions at a fast pace, "uh- I-I don't know, I-I just saw his eyes turn red and I started to pass out..." the man then let go of me and brought one of his hands to his chin as he thought, "can you control it?" he asked staring down at me, "I don't think so, I mean I've never tried..." I answered, "your food is ready sir," the butler said as two men dressed in chef's outfits entered the room.

I set my tray of food down on the hallway floor and stared at it for a minute, "hey Silver! mind if I sit here?" I jumped at the sudden voice and I looked up, it was Adrian, "yes I do actually...just leave me alone..." I looked back to my food before shoving it away, "c'mon you gotta eat," Adrian pushed my food back towards me, I scowled and rolled my eyes, "I'm not hungry, I just got it because they require you to get some sort of food..." I pulled my knees to my chest and tucked my head into them, Adrian sighed and sat down next to me and pushed his food away, "the hell are you doing dipshit," I asked as I glared at him, "I want you to eat so every time you don't then I won't either," I rolled my eyes and stared at my tray of food for a second before side-eyeing Adrian, "if you do this you'll die, trust me, I can go without food for at least a month." after I spoke Adrian looked over at me and made eye contact. He then looked away and leaned back against the wall as he placed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, "then I guess I'll just die-" "stop being stupid!" I cut him off by yelling at him, he sat back up and I watched as a big smirk made its way onto his face, "and why do you care?~" his smirk grew as I realized what he meant, "I mean, according to you we aren't even friends-" "shut the hell up!" I cut him off again, I stood up quickly and began to walk away, "c'mon, I was only messing with ya," he snickered, I continued walking and I heard him sigh, "although I was just messing around I'm serious about you not eating, if you don't eat somethin' I won't either," I stopped walking and sighed, "fuck," I muttered as I turned around and made my way back towards him, "fine, I'll eat, but we're still not friends!"

I yawned and looked across the table at the man, "if you're done eating you can head to bed. Oh- I almost forgot!" he stood up before I could and he made his way towards me, "here's that 'welcoming gift' I told you about," he reached into the pocket of his fancy suit jacket and pulled something out, "a c-collar?" I asked as he began to place the thing around my neck, "it's not just any collar, it's a shock collar, to ensure that you will obey me and my son at all times," he smiled gently at me but I couldn't help but get an off vibe from him, "now, you must be tired, let me help you to bed," "oh- uh, n-no I'll be fine, thank you though-" he leaned in closer to me and spoke in a quite stern tone, "no, I insist." he picked me up and walked to my room. When we got to my room, he sat me down and I quickly opened the door and stepped inside, "thanks for the help, I'll be alright from here, goodnight." I attempted to shut the door but he pushed it back open before stepping inside and closing it behind himself, "it was my pleasure to help you back to your room, no need for thanks yet~" he began to walk towards me as he took his suit jacket off, I backed away from him in fear as he stared down at me, "don't worry your father told me he had already done this to you so this won't be the first time," "I-I thought you were going to give me t-to your son?" I stuttered as I continued to back away from the man, "yes but if I'm going to give you to my son you're going to have to be used to this or he'll complain," he pushed me back onto the bed that was now behind me, I quickly turned over onto my stomach and tried to run but as I did I felt pain suddenly shoot through my body, accompanied by a quiet buzzing sound you would usually here from a bug zapper after one flies into it, I screamed in pain as my hands shot up to where the pain was coming from, my neck, I clawed at the collar in a futile attempt at getting it off, I heard the man chuckling as he finished kicking his pants off and began to crawl onto the bed.

I exited my classroom and began to walk to the front doors, I can't be late home again or... oh well, it doesn't matter, I just need to get home, "hey Silver wait up!" I jumped when I heard someone yell from behind me before I realized it was Adrian, "god damn, could you not scare me like that ya asshole!" I yelled at him as he appeared by my side, "sorry, about that, sooo- mind if I walk you home, I noticed you hadn't signed up for a dorm so I figured I could walk you home," "yeah- no, I don't want you knowing where I live, I mean you follow me enough as it is, I don't need you randomly showing up at my house." "fair enough," he sighed, "welp, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," he said, as we got to the gate we went our separate ways.