WARNING: Khrona's story is tragic, morbid and depressing and is not to be read by the faint of heart.
... A very small child exists here, no more than three or four years of age, long before the age to play with children or go out of the house alone... back when he still knew the meaning of happiness and sanity...
Though happy during these years, the child's parents always left him completely alone in that house, claiming to 'go to work' or to 'be back later,' or even 'just to go have some fun outside of the house...' and of course, the child knew nothing more than that, waiting for what seemed to be everlasting eternities for his parents to return home. A child of this age had no sense of time. This cycle started off slow, these 'outings' only lasting the weekends and nothing more, till the very bright morn where his parents were back in their beds, resting from the night before. He yearned for the dawn to come every day, only so he could see their faces once again after being gone for so long.
Yet...
This cycle quickly and exponentially stretched from weekend to weekday in no more than a month, and that month became months, until the child saw his parents so seldom... He was convinced that he lived in that household all alone...
And he grew lonely.
And he grew depressed.
And he found... his first Melancholy.
Being nowhere near of age to exit the prisonous (prison-like) house of his own will, and with no one within to interact, with forlorn eyes he stared outside his window at the other children at play, gripped by the shadows of his own heart... which had become blackened all too quickly.
Forbidden...
From leaving this lonely hellhole.
So, to cope with his inner turmoil, he sat alone in a dark corner, always waiting for his parents to return, whenever they did... Be it in a day or in a week, or even as long as a month, he waited... And it consumed his heart further, that blackness.
As the years rolled on, the child matured physically, yet mentally... He stayed exactly the same; always waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Forever waiting. This begrudging patience continued to eat away at his mind and his soul, and as a result, the child became less and less interactive with any living being, including his parents, silently beckoning for seclusion. With the feeling of being forsaken weighing heavy on his very essence, he lost dependence on the love, care and attention from his parents and from other living beings, and as such... He locked himself in his dark, pitch black quarters for hours on end, rarely sleeping, eating, doing anything... Except for being alone in his room. The neverending darkness of his room worked in tandem with the morose Melancholy held deep within and, slowly but surely, resulted in his loss of stability...
Though, somehow, despite all that, he was able to even hold that within him, and to the outside world, he appeared quite normal in most ways, so no one ever knew.
Already, a master of deception... So young...
His parents, however, finding it more and more troublesome to care for this child as well as foster their own selfish needs, were falling into poverty without their poor boy knowing. It seemed as though their own unfortunate, greedy luxuries and their most grotesquely horrid life choices were finally catching up to them... Slowly, but surely...
Before much longer, their house was a wreck; in complete shambles, barely being able to sustain the three of them... So the boy's parents decided to do something to get money quick... anything that they could...
Finding an ad in the papers looking for special 'children' for a special 'test,' the first thing they thought to do; donate their poor, broken child. They knew little to nothing of the facility they were so quick to sign their 'precious' child over to, yet it seemed to be quite a refined, rather high-tech, state of the art laboratory in the middle of nowhere; top secret and unknown to generally everyone. How they came across it is still unknown to this day... It was as if an act of God that they found such a well-paying, mysterious lab, which seemed to just appear out of nowhere...
In that lab was a rather odd looking doctor... A scientist of the name Dr. Z, he wished to be called. Inspecting their boy, he held a handsome sum of green in his pasty, gray claws, finding the 'patient' to be the perfect 'subject' of his 'test.' In exchange for such fine greenery, the boy was meant to be kept in the lab at all times, the parents being allowed to see their child every so often simply for visitation rights, but the new custodian... was this doctor.
And of course...
Those money-grubbing hounds selfishly obliged, knowing nothing of what they were truly doing, blinded by the glimmering viridian in their twinkling eyes. Yes, twas only to sustain a roof over their heads, but... What use was it, if their 'beloved' wasn't with them?
Did they really care?
It didn't matter to their sweet, loving son, who was quite happy to oblige if it was for his family and well being... He was fully aware that he only took up space, so he might as well be put to good use for them, since he already failed so miserably as a son.
And so, with their final goodbyes and false parting love, the boy watched as his parents walked right out of the door... wondering when (or if) they would ever return...
The boy's parents, with an appetite for greens still not satiated by the pawning of their son, found yet another easy fix for their high-roller demands; turning to a life of crime.
His mother found herself at the corner of every street, to know the names of every man, woman and creature she came across, till her name was wrapped in the glitz and glamour of the streets, as well. His father was more subtle, becoming part of a notorious gang of crooks in with the most violent 'family' in the country. Naturally, their endeavors had the two rolling in green as plentiful as the grass itself.
So, everything was fine, now... ... ...
Right?
It was paradise for them; everyone had everything they wanted, and, on a lesser note, the family was sustained by the constant flow of cash. There wasn't a problem in the world that money couldn't solve. They were on eaaaasy street.
Until one fateful day.
The day that the parents were allowed to take their son out of his brutal custody to spend time with them. Oh, how long he waited for this glorious, wonderful day... How he missed them so... How he longed to see just how happy he was making them with all the pain and suffering he did endure...
But what did it amount to?
His father brought him along to meet the new 'family' today on this day, but to his dismay, this family was not one of warm welcome and loving embrace.
They had been given an assignment today to deliver a hit to the 'family' across town. With no regard for his son, they went about their business as if he weren't even there; father included. Neglected even when right before his face... All he could do was beg to come along in a desperate plea to spend at least a sliver of time with his dear paternal figure. Without so much as a second thought, the man drew a pistol and placed it in his innocent son's hands, giving the signal to follow him. He did as he was told, with a desperate smile on his face...
At least this was some sort of bonding time with dear old dad...
His father was one of the top dogs in this syndicate, making him also one of the most notorious to enemies. During their travels through town, he said not a single word to his son, only keeping watchful eye of his surroundings in enemy territory. After being silent for so long, the boy thought that maybe he could say something simple to his dad... Like he was enjoying their time together, or that he loved him... Perhaps, if he hadn't said anything... hadn't tried to give his father any term of endearment, that man would still be alive today. The mistake of uttering a single word drew his father's attention away, and in a split second, bullets soared through the night sky and right through his softened heart. Blood spattered from both ends of the wound, one side to the pavement and from the other, onto his son's horrified face. Falling atop the boy was his son's only saving grace, as the two assailants hadn't seen him at all. The boy had no choice but to fall over and let his father's weight nearly crush him, but he knew to stay silent and still. He heard their footsteps draw near, fearing that his life would meet a premature end. It was only by the grace of God himself that bullets flew from the abyss and straight through the skulls of the two assailants. He had no clue where they came from, but was grateful for their almost uncanny timing.
That entire ordeal tainted his mind, loosening his grip on this world...
He pulled himself from under his father's heavy corpse and merely gazed down at that face... Something in him snapped. Still well within his senses of reality, he made his retreat back to the headquarters of the mafia. They spared the poor boy, for they seemed to sympathize only with the loss of his father. As a token of their kindness, they took him to his mother, who was working the corner nearby... Khrona had not known this, but she was pregnant, and had been for quite a while.
So... Why is she still doing this...?
Before long, his mother gave birth to a child, his baby sister, Megaera, which he would protect and love forever alongside with his mother. Finding only a sliver of sanity and happiness through his baby sister, and he never left her side... ever. This was good, since his mother couldn't take the baby out on the job. The job that he hated so.
Once the day came that he was to return to the laboratory, he wished for his mother and sister to accompany him. He tracked his mother to her station and found her with a rather eccentric and flamboyant man who had a violent disposition. From what he could make of his insane babbling, she wasn't doing very well in her line of work anymore. Things didn't look like they were going well, so the boy thought it best to simply leave with only his sister and let his mother be, though he didn't trust that brightly clothed man. There was something off about him. Either way, he turned and started off toward his house, ready to make the phone call to the scientist to come pick him and his sister up.
It only took a few moments, just a few steps for his world to crumble yet again, for the sound of a blunt object smashing against solid bone resounded down the street and into his innocent ears. He swirled around quickly to take a look at what happened, hoping with all his heart that what he was hearing didn't have anything to do with his mother... That the blood curdling screams and cries of pain, spattering blood and broken face didn't belong to the last parent he had in his life. But, just as all things misfortunate, she was the victim of such a crime. By the hands of her pimp, he watched his mother die. Death by impalement of the skull, even. The last he remembered of such a situation was the diamond studded cane covered in blood, glistening in the light as the man eased his way off into the darkness of the streets. The boy's mind fell to pieces that day, and so too would his heart, if it weren't for his dear, sweet sister... The last thing he felt he could love. The very last piece of his family.
Well. At least there is still you... My family.
That night, the professor came to pick up the children. He was informed of what happened and under legal contract, the boy and his sister were signed over to him in foster care. Another child added to his worries. The scientist hated children and only saw them as tools of research, so having to care for two did not make him happy in the slightest. If not for their potential as experiments, he would have surely left them to die on the streets with their mother.
His first order of business was to test the usefulness of the infant. Almost immediately, he found that there was something rare about her that was imperative to his research, and this brought joy to his tired, twisted heart. However, things weren't as easy as the scientist thought it to be, for the girl was widely incompatible with every single experiment he attempted with her. Though she was a rare flower, she was completely useless to him. So, in a fit of rage, the only thing the scientist could do with the useless infant was destroy her; dropping her straight from his window and down to the ground headfirst.
SPLORTCH!!!
That was it. All he could take. From there on, his mind, heart and spirit shattered to pieces... Pieces that could only be put back together by the works of complete and utter insanity. In only moments, his body shut down. His brain would not function. His heart would not pump. Life refused to take form in his quickly chilled body. The last thing he could remember was an undying thirst for revenge against that scientist... All before he slipped into a several year long coma.
Everything was lost.. his sanity... his love... his family... all lost in the abyss.
Of course, the professor would not lose his greatest subject so easily. Free to experiment on him at will, he worked tirelessly to bring this boy back to this world, knowing that there was still a shred of hope just as long as he had the right equipment. To save him, the scientist's goal was to make him the ultimate being. With all the research he had done, and the exceptional compatibility this child had with the other tests he'd run on him before, such a feat was well within his grasp. And so... He got to work.
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