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I awoke as the cold filled my lungs, the room was still, with only the occasional sound of birds in the distance to break the silence.
The room around me was empty, though it had always been that way, my closet had only a small assortment of clothes.
Even so, it didn’t matter what I wore in the end.
I always spent my days locked in my room, pushed away from anyone else, as if I were some sort of inmate in solitary confinement.
This loneliness was only broken by the weekly visits by my father. Yet these visits only consisted of torture, with my father running painful tests, moving scapels and other nefarious utensils up and down my now disfigured back.
With all of this it is hard to imagine that it had only been a year since this treatment had begun.
In this world there are various abilities, those being the basic elements such as air, water, fire, and earth, with the two most powerful abilities consisting of Light and Darkness.
Both of these being so-called gifts, light being from God himself, seen as a beauty and those given it are showered with love and affection, while darkness is called a gift from Satan himself. Given to people to do his bidding. The people given this “curse” of-sorts are seen as monsters and treated as if they are inhuman.
My sister who had been born 5 years after me had been blessed by the power of light. My parents showered her with love and gifts along with the rest of our close-knit community. While I sat in the background.
It was only when I was 11 that I discovered powers of my own. During one of my one-and-one training sessions, both my sister and I had, of which we were taught by my father.
As to why I had these sessions despite being “powerless”, I could not tell you. Maybe it was a sick way of testing me, as the lessons were hard and left me bruised and out of breath constantly. Since at the time I had no way of defending myself.
But it was during one of these sessions in which I discovered my power, I sat in the room by myself, face to face with one of the training robots my father had created. I was sick and tired of the stinging pain of the bruises, so as the cold dead machine came towards me I couldn’t help but close my eyes and stand still waiting for the impact.
. . . ?
I turned to see the robot stuck to the ground almost as if it was fused into it, on top of the machine was dark gloop, it had an almost slime-like texture. Stinging to the touch. As if it were on fire. I remember waving my hand around shocked and wondering if that was my doing.
I rushed towards my parents who were in the living room.
“Mother, Father!” I yelled. “Come, you need to see what I did! I.. I think I have an ability!”.
They quickly jumped out of their seats, due to my sister’s ability they most likely thought I had been similar. But their excitement soon turned into disappointment and shock. My mother’s eyes flooded with tears.
“What's wrong mom?” I frowned. I diverted my eyes towards my father whose face looked as if he had seen a ghost. “Dad what’s wr-”.
My body hit the floor, my face soon began to be filled by tears.
“WHY MUST THE DEVIL CURSE US?” My father yelled. “HAVE I NOT DONE ENOUGH TO SERVE YOU MY LORD?”
“Sweetie please I beg of you to calm yourself” my mother said while clearing the tears off of her face.
I wondered what I had done wrong, what was going on? The devil cursed me..? Though it seemed my mother may have been sympathizing with me.
“The devil may just be trying to trick us, this is not my son.”
Or not.
My arm was suddenly grabbed by my father. He moved me into a new room, similar to my old one, yet this one seemed more advanced with the door having a lock so that it could only be opened from the outside.
“Dad..? Please tell me what I have done wrong..” I said chokingly with tears in my eyes.
“You are an evil monster, your biddings towards the devil can now not be done, demon.” He said while standing above me.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my sister who was only 6 at the time, she was being moved away by my mother who was trying to console her. Repeating the words
“Shush my baby the demon is being put away.”
She turned to look into my eyes, as the door suddenly shut. I banged at the door hoping to be let out, to be told what I had done wrong. I continued this until I couldn’t, my hand being full of blood and bruises as I awoke in the morning.