CHAPTER 2

Both of my parents being in the working class you would expect that they cared Just a little bit enough to make sure we went to a proper school but no an old rundown school in the outskirts of the city near some shitty neighborhoods sounded like a marvelous idea. It wasn't.

I walked an hour's walk from my school to my home because I believed in living a healthy lifestyle and enjoyed every single minute of it. LIES! it's all LIES I hated every single minute of it I Loathed it. I didn't walk because I wanted to stay healthy and fit I only walked because my stupid brother "forgot" to pick me up from school like he did for the last two fucking years yet we went to the same school.

Not once, not twice, nor thrice but a countless number of times I had to hide, fight or run away from some creepy asshole trailing me from school on my way home. But who can blame them for wanting to prey on a weak, pathetic excuse of a boy. I was pathetic I showed weakness but never again.

Oh did I forget to tell you to about the oh-so-frequent injuries that I had to walk home with from kids that either "accidentally" pushed me down the stairs, hit my face with a soccer ball, or slammed me against the lockers several times but who's counting.

At seventeen the long walks from school and the lonely night I was left alone or even a whole damn week got me thinking. Thinking of how much I hated everybody, my parents who didn't seem to know I existed, my siblings who hated each other including me for reasons nobody knew and used me as their punching bag since no one would notice and if they did they wouldn't give a flying fuck about it.

Those Stupid teachers who stood and watched me getting hit and even had the guts to enjoy it and those kids that thought I didn't receive enough shit at home and decided to get the job done. I hated all of them and I was going to make them pay. One by One.

The day I came to this conclusion was the same day I met them. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my pathetic reflection. My face was a sight to behold, one swollen eye completely shut can't see shit through it, got it from school because apparently someone Just didn't like my face funny isn't it? coz I sure did get a laugh out of it well also had a black eye, bruised cheeks, and a couple of broken ribs or they sort of felt like they were broken all from having a good sense of humor.

A busted lip which stopped bleeding a while ago From my dearest second brother since I was too weak and got my ass kicked in school. In his defense, he was teaching me how to be a man. well, it seemed to work because I became a man on that day. A mad man to be precise.

Dry blood coated my clothes that were hanging off my body from the busted lip earlier. I never dared to stare at my own reflection I tried to convince myself that it was due to shame but I knew the truth it was because I couldn't be able to face them.

THANOS AND DRAGOSHI. But on that day I did the one thing I dreaded the most I stared into their eyes and acknowledged their existence. It was my reflection alright but don't be fooled to think it was from the same person. I could see the grin on their faces widening and the spark in their eyes growing. They knew they won.

They knew they were no longer just small voices in my head that I could push away and ignore at times. They knew that they were now in charge of not only the subconscious mind but the conscious one as well. This realization sent a chill down my spine. It wasn't just chills of fear of how far they could go but also a chill of excitement knowing that weakness was no longer an option.

This was confirmed when 'I' reached towards my drawer for a pair of scissors and cut down the long hair that covered most of my face. it wasn't me, it was them, Dragoshi to be precise. I knew this from the cocky smile he had on his face and the feeling of dominance he oozed. He always hated the fact that I hid our face in shame and fear. To him, it should be a face that demanded and got the respect it deserved, a face that people should worship and cower in fear of.

As more and more pieces of hair fell to the ground I knew he was going to make sure that he got what he deserved and he was getting it no matter the cost with Thanos's grants of approval I knew it was a set decision and there's no turning back not then and not know.

Even with my still skinny body, I couldn't help but feel so strong, no even better powerful. Maybe it's because of my two new roommates more like body mates if that makes sense who were about to make me realize how much power I had over people and how easily I could make them disappear.

That evening as I sat down to eat my dinner I couldn't help but keep smiling, my brother said it made me look like someone who belonged in a mental institution. I wish he knew how right he was then maybe he would have ran and not end up in a suitcase six feet under the newly constructed library poor Maxy, hope he rots in hell for all I care.

The following day being the weekend my new permanent roomies decided to go shopping since the clothes I wore weren't fit for someone of our caliber and after fitting on what they chose they were the furthest thing from wrong.

Well, Monday is gonna be an interesting day and with the smirk I could feel Dragoshi and Thanos give me I knew I would not be disappointed.