Aries Would be Proud
“Does everyone despise me? Do they fear me? Why won’t anyone speak to me?” I was a young child back then, I never knew exactly what being happy was, yet longed for it. I later realized that I didn't have to like anyone, and no one had to like me. My parents never really cared, they were always out drunk and just gave me expensive things to cover up their absence until they realized they could get rid of me. It was a long process however, it took about 2 years for me to get approved. They saw an organization online and passed all the requirements it took to put me in the nearest mental asylum. They faked everything, from a mental illness, to my social security number. The reason being was that I looked exactly like my uncle from my moms side, who my parents rarely mentioned to me. I looked like the girl version of my uncle, with my short blonde hair, brown eyes and slim figure. I never knew exactly why my parents resent me for it until one day I heard my mother calling someone in secrecy, who I later realized was my uncle. They had a heated argument, something about powers? A couple minutes went by and I heard my dad stomping around close enough for me to scurry away before I could hear the rest of the phone call. Weeks went by and my arrival to the asylum was anything but pleasant, my parents took me in the car when I was asleep and shoved me into the back seat of their car with duct tape over my mouth, wrists tied with some sort of hard metal. I tried to scream until I realized it was my parents driving the car, the drive was rather long, and again I was stuck with my depressing, sadistic thoughts. As I looked outside, I noticed the optimal beach setting, with the occasional flower. This is Greece, other than famous buildings like the Temple of Zeus and the Parthenon, the citizens had white houses which often blended in the light beige sand. As the drive continued I was wondering where these roads would lead me to, I quickly checked my pocket for my notebook. “Phew, still there.” Something at that moment triggered me, I felt electrified, powerful, almost unstoppable, I broke the metal cuffs around my wrists and ripped the tape off of my mouth.
“WHERE ARE WE GOING!?!” I exclaimed
“Gerono put the tape back on her mouth, it was better when she wasn’t speaking” my mother said
“Nah, I wanna see what she has to say,”
“Why was I tied with cuffs?” I said, still in shock about how I just broke metal.
“Me and your mother are convinced you’re mentally ill” My father said with air quotes
“I’m not mentally ill!”
“Relax kid, we know you aren’t, me and your mom decided we don’t want you anymore, you’re just so depressing.”
I’m shocked. I didn’t think they would go this far to disown me.
“Was I really that difficult of a child to take care of?”
The rest of the ride I tried everything in my power to get out of the car, maybe run to somewhere safe. That however failed miserably.
When I arrived at the mental asylum, I almost tackled my parents to the ground out of fear and pent up anger, someone grabbed my arm and drugged me enough for me to pass out. The next thing I knew I woke up in the mental asylum, it looked like a blank canvas, something we were forbidden to use our color and personality on. I changed out of my usual Chanel and Gucci into something more rugged, it wasn't fashionable, but it did the job. I soon figured out this asylum disobeyed every right given to humans, long hours with labor and treated like slaves. Years go by, with each passing day I was losing hope. Suddenly, my 13th birthday comes along, everything that shouldn’t be possible becomes possible, things I can’t explain are happening to me, those electrical feelings through my body keep overpowering me and my judgment, and suddenly a need for more anger in life is slowly seeping in, daily thoughts of violence, and everytime they sense I will act out of order, they immediately blame me, so I’m chained to a metal desk in my cell, tortured with a different whip everytime. One night after being almost whipped to death I slept in pain, and when I woke up I realized I had somehow escaped the blank canvas that was the mental asylum. When I woke up my head was pounding and spinning, like I was just hit with a pan. As I regained my vision, a man towered over me. Suddenly, I felt a tingling feeling in my hands. I close my eyes and hope that I don’t get beat by a stick, whip or worse a knife. I opened my eyes and realized I had cast a red shield around myself. The man, shocked with disbelief, rushed out of my new cell. I have no hope. In the span of two days this random scientist managed to find me in a mental asylum. He left me a tray of food and scurried away like a cat. The food tasted fine, until I passed out, again. When I was conscious enough, the thoughts in my head were screaming to let go, my hands trembling in fear, the inner thoughts becoming outside thoughts, whatever was in that food enhanced the feeling of wanting to bury myself alive. I opened my eyes and realized that I had moved places. I was no longer in my cell, but in a lab. I looked at my hands. The rusted shackles were tight around my wrists, which made impressions that later cut into my skin, blood trickling down my fingertips making a pool of bright red blood beneath my hips. I shuffled my feet in discomfort. However, I showed no emotion, and he introduced himself.
“Welcome Enyo,” he said with a suave smile; it was unsettling enough to make me shuffle my feet. But there was an even bigger issue…
How. Does. He. Know. My. NAME!?!?
“My name is Dr. Hellborne, but just call me Mark.”
I have so many questions. I have no clue where to start.
“First of all, how do you know my name? Second, why did you kidnap me?”
He chuckles.
“Oh sweetie, I know your name because I am your uncle, I kidnapped you because you are mine to torture.”
I am in shock. The tall man who kidnapped me is my uncle, the person who my mom had the argument with.
“If your sole purpose is to torture me why haven’t you just stabbed a knife through me yet?”
He cackles loudly again, almost like a witch, this time noticeably more louder than before. At that moment I see something in his hand, something sharp and I brace myself for impact.
“To do this” he says with a malicious glint in his eyes.
He stabs the syringe into my arm and I can feel myself slipping away as he retracts the syringe.
“My sweet Enyo, you were never supposed to receive this power, I was, and for that you will pay.”
“For what ex-”
“QUIET! I NEVER SAID YOU COULD SPEAK” He raises his voice as I try to cover my ears. He steps closer to me and I can feel myself shaking in fear.
“There are a lot of things you are going to learn my dear Enyo, one of them is that I am in control. You need me to take control of your power so you don’t mess up, understand?”
My head stays down,
“UNDERSTAND?” He says, yelling in my ear.
“Y-y-yes sir”
“Very well then, Persimmons Blake?’
“Yes sir?”
“Take her to her cell and get her cleaned up.”
“Sir”
He takes me to my cell, I’m losing so much blood I don’t know how I am managing to survive. Blake whispers something in my ear.
“I will help you get out of here”
He quickly leaves the cell locked and comes back with bandages, gauze, and some electrolyte induced water.
“Why are you helping me?” I whisper
“Because, everyone who has come in here has never left alive. You're different, I know you can survive, and that starts with murdering him.”
“But he’s my uncle..” I say nervously
He stares at me dumbfounded
“He’s your uncle?”
“Yes, he said so to me”
“Listen, uncle or not, he is not your friend, he will murder you so he gets what he wants.”
“Why does he want me in the first place?”
“Because, you are Aries' daughter, and you were gifted with his powers. I will teach you how to control them, because well, if Dr. Hellborne is your uncle, then I am your brother.”
Right here and now I realize that enough is enough, I’m done letting people think they have control over me, I’m in control of myself and I’m going to get out of this lab.
“Deal” I say
“Then it's settled, we leave tonight.”
I am going to get out of here, alive or dead.
Days pass by and the more I'm with Blake the more confident I feel, my bruises and scars from Dr. Hellborne and the mental asylum are healing with the ointment Blake gave me, we went over everything, from the lab blueprints to which spot is the most effective to kill. I’m ready to escape from this hellhole, and as soon as I step out of my cell I bolt to the door, and a familiar voice makes me almost stop in my tracks,
“Now where do you think you're going!?!” His voice booming.
“To a five star hotel, where do you think?” I say impudently
“I think you are going to go nowhere, you are powerless, weak and as soon as I sound this alarm, the soldiers will come running.”
“You see that's where you’re wrong, I have more power than you ever will, and I am anything but weak. I have survived abusive parents, a torturous mental asylum and being in your lab.”
I pin him to the opposing wall with the alarm wall while he is still in shock
“I am confident in myself and my abilities. You will not be able to take my confidence away from me. Not again, not ever”
In one swift motion, I quickly grabbed the knife Blake lent me and stabbed him right in the heart. As I pulled the sword out of his heart, which I thought never existed as he tortured many other daughters of the Greek gods. Seeing his lifeless body bleed to the floor made me finally feel like I had accomplished something significant. The Greek gods smiling down at me as I had completed a good deed, I rid the world of one less idiotic person. However I don’t have time to watch him bleed to death. The guards will be coming soon, and not every guard is as merciful and kind as Blake. So as soon as I find the exit from this place, I endlessly run, but there is no doubt, no fear in my mind that I will survive, because I have no choice.
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