Why me?

I sit on the ground, holding the left side of my head.

"Here." Zero says, offering a hand.

I grab his hand, pulling myself up.

"You're good." I tell Zero

"So are you." Zero replies back.

"I wish."

"No, you're really athletic. You just need to work on your swordplay."

"Thanks."

"Zero is precisely right." A voice says next to me.

Turning my head, I see sensei Kaminari.

"You both are incredible when it comes to your physical capabilities. But you both need to train with the sword, and yes, I am talking to you to, Zero. Simply because you relied on targeting a weak point to win." Kaminari says.

"I'm sorry, sensei. I did it instinctively. That's how I was trained." Zero says, bowing down.

"And that's okay, but it's time for that to change. You need to be strong, and to do that, you need to focus on your own weaknesses and not the weaknesses of others."

"Okay, sir. I'll start focusing on my weaknesses."

Kaminari nods his head and then walks off to another group.

"Let's go again." I tell Zero.

"Yeah." Zero answers back.

We stand across from one another yet again. Dashing at each other, we enter another duel lock.

Hours later.

The whole class stands in a horizontal line. I'm standing in the middle. To my right is Zero.

The whole class is sweating and breathing heavily.

Kaminari walks up to the same position as last time, directly in front of all of us.

"Good job, everyone. Due to today's training, it has been made clear to me who has potential and who doesn't. The people who don't have potential will be revealed tomorrow. The reason why will be answered tomorrow. Now, leave."

Grabbing my stuff and walking out, I notice how dark it is. Looking at the time, my eyes shoot up in shock.

"It's 1:30 in the morning!" I scream in my head.

I walk across the street. Reaching the back of the van, I unlock it. Jumping inside, I gently place everything down.

I grab a bunch of cloths and lay them on the floor, making a makeshift bed.

Laying down in the warm, dark van. I began thinking about my mother and father.

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15 years ago.

I back as far as I can get into the box. Watching Mama begin to exit the box to confront Papa.

Papa barely ever comes near me or Mama. It could be because we live in a big box, on the side of a dark alleyway, or it could be because of Mama's super duper secret.

Mama turns away from Papa and lifts a finger to her mouth, looking straight at me.

"Sshhhhhh. Everything will be okay. Don't step out of this box." Mama says quietly.

Mama then steps out of the box.

"Did you come back here just to argue with me again!" Mama yells.

"No. This time, I'm planning on turning you both in!" Papa yells back

"What are you gonna turn Micheal in for!?"

"I'll find something!"

"Why do you have to be like this!? Why caint you support us, like a normal father would!?"

"Because you're a villain! The lowest of the low! You're too pathetic to be around me!"

"There you go again with that word! Pathetic this, pathetic that! You think you're some kind of God! I hope you're aware that you are not God! You are afraid of our child, and you know it! That's why you keep coming back, to see if he has finally kicked the bucket!"

Tears start to fall down my face. I smash my palms into my face, crying in them. I can barely hear out of my ears, but what little I can hear is absolute silence. Then, out of nowhere.

"You hear that!! Does the sound of your own crying son please you!!?" Mama screams at the top of her lungs. I can hear the anger in her voice, It's an anger only a mother could feel.

"Pathetic." I hear Papa say in a deep, cold voice.

"What did you call him!!!?"

I hear the sound of movement and then the sound of destruction outside. I crawl out from the box and stand up, watching Mama and Papa fighting at full force.

More tears flow down my face as I watch them fight each other.

Why me? Why do I have to live like this? Why do my Mama and Papa fight? Why?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why!? Why!!? Why!!!?

"Stooooopppppp!!" I scream as loud as I can.

Both Mama and Papa stop and face towards me.

"Stop fighting!" I tell them both.

Mama deactivates her ability, but Papa holds his palm out, facing it at me. Suddenly, concrete forms into a ball around his palm. Then he fires the concrete ball at me.

My young body and mind don't have the reaction time or the physique to dodge the attack. When the concrete ball is only about two feet away from me, Mama fires a darkness, corruption beam at the ball, hitting the concrete ball dead on and destroying it.

"You bastard!!! You would kill your own son!!!?" Mama screams.

I stare at Papa with a sad look, and he stares back, but his stare is one of pure hatred.

When my young brain realizes this, I quickly look away from Papa and stare at Mama instead. I watch darkness form around Mama. The darkness swirls around Mama until it finally consumes her.

Demonic wings grow from Mama's back. Mama's hands grow into hands with demonic claws. Two horns form on Mama's forehead, one on each side. Finally, her eyes turn into deep, blood-red eyes.

Mama suddenly dashes at Papa, so fast I dint even see her. She attacks Papa with her right hand, slashing him with her claws across his stomach. Luckily for Papa, the claws didn't go too deep.

Papa tries to fight back by shooting bricks at Mama, but Mama forms darkness, corruption around her, blocking all the bricks from hitting her.

Papa, realizing that he is far outmatched, uses his ability to control the earth around him to collapse the two buildings that are next to us.

Mama quickly runs to me, grabbing me and flapping her wings into the dark, starry night. I hear in the background the two buildings collapsing in on one another.

Mama looks into my eyes with her blood-red eyes. Fear spreads across my body.

"It's okay, Mickeal. I'll keep you safe no matter what." Mama says in her calmest voice.

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Present day.

I jolt up. sweat pours down my face. I hold my palm up to my empty eye socket. Why me?