Arc: Strongest Maddness - Part 1 [Closed]

He was well aware that he felt like fainting because of exhaustion. But he didn't care. He had to stay awake... As long as he could... He felt his consciousness drift away, to a very familiar place. That same cursed dream... He hated seeing that same scene over and over. It made him feel helpless. It made him feel like a failure. It made him feel like he killed his own family just by existing at all.


The day started so normally. His mom gently woke up the little boy. He could vaguely remember his mom's face. He wished he could remember her eyes, oh, how he wished he could. The little boy gleefully changed his clothes and went downstairs. The smell of delicious breakfast drifted through the air. The smell of toast, tea, coffee. The boy walked into the sunny kitchen and was greeted by his dad, who was reading newspaper. His dad was usually serious, except for mornings. They all ate breakfast together, like the happy family they were.

The things went downhill pretty fast. The boy never knew that it was his last time seeing his parents when he went out to play with the friends he now couldn't remember. In middle of the kids' games, one of the parents came by, saying that the little boy's house was on fire. He was never more scared in his life. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but he could never be fast enough to stop what has already happened. People were standing afar from the house, waiting for firemen or somebody else than them to help. The boy ran by, closer and closer to the house.




Everything laid in ruins. Fire had engulfed most of the house. Wooden boards and debris around suggested that an explosion took place. The boy couldn't believe what was laid before his very eyes. He wanted to do what his heart told him - go and try to save his screaming parents, but his brain held him back - there was nothing to save. They were gone, and there wasn't anything the little, powerless boy could do about it. Tears of sadness rolled down his now dirty cheeks, creating little clean paths. It had to be a dream. It wasn't real. The boy kept telling himself those things, but with each passing moment he realised that this was the cruel reality.

However, as the boy stood there, helplessly, he was approached by several tall figures. The boy turned to face them, hoping that they would help him. One of them said that his parents got what they had deserved for not handing him over soon enough. The bubble of hope was bursted as fast as it appeared and he felt himself being dragged away as he screamed.




When he came to his senses, he was stuck in what appeared to be a blank room with iron bars instead of one of the walls. For some reason it made feel like an animal. The scientists tricked him on his birthday and cursed the boy with immense technological intelligence and a Shadow, which he later turned against them.

He felt like his whole life fell apart like Jenga bricks the day he saw his family die in the fire. No. He felt like his whole life had disappeared within a single moment.

He knew what was going to happen next. The most clear memories he had were after his daring escape from the facility. The years of struggling with his life, creating new identity, becoming a human again. But that one just kept on repeating over and over again, constatly reminding him of what he had done...


He was 18 when he escaped. He had finally become a person after getting his ID card and everything sorted. He was ready to start living the life which had been taken away from him. Unfortunately, he would have to wait for that to happen. The now young man was casually browsing veggies in a small grocery store. The Dynamo pieces were hidden in his pockets. He wore a pair of jeans and a black hoodie with the hood on. Since the Dynamo is very deeply connected with his brain, it sometimes affects his behaviour in a very bad way. Something of which he isn't fully aware to his present.

Perhaps he remembered something messed up, perhaps he saw a glimpse of somebody who reminded him of the scientists, but either way, he lost control of himself. He went on a rampage through the little store, destroying anything and everything. At that time, there was only one more person in the store besides him and the cashier. A little girl, who was searching for her favourite lollipop. He didn't attack her directly. But the result of him thrashing around was, that he pushed a row of shelves on her, crushing her legs in an instant.

The young man got hold of his actions once again. However, when he saw what he had done... He was no different than the people who took him away. He had taken away the life of the innocent little girl just like they did that to him. The tears rolling down his face meant nothing. He could hear the cashier and the girl screaming and the sirens off in the distance. As much as he wanted to help her, he couldn't. The precious life he had finally achieved... He wasn't going to give it up that easily and let himself get caught. His heart kept on yelling on him to stay and help as he ran away, but he pushed that voice away as much as he could.

He was trying his best to keep to himself ever since. Limiting direct contact with other people in order to avoid such scenario. He didn't want to live through that ever again. However, he knew that he couldn't do that forever. As time passed, he grew more and more desperate for at least some attention. A kind word. A smile. The more he desired that, the more he tryed to keep himself away. That was until he arrived at the Azores, which changed him. Whether it was good or bad, only time would tell.