Infinite (manga Marx's backstory one shot)

Infinite.......

"N-No! Get away from me! I don't want to kill my brother!" Marx cried as the black dragon cornered him up against the wall of where he had been beaten up earlier that day. The bricks were rough and coarse. "Who said you had a choice?" The dragon giggled and came closer. Marx closed his eyes and turned away, knowing that this would probably be the end for him.
"Oh stop crying, dearie...it won't hurt..." The dragon smiled and wiped Marx's tears away from his eyes. "YES IT WILL! JUST LEAVE!" He opened his red, tear soaked eyes and cried loudly, hiding his face in his hands.
The dragon chuckled softly and held his chin up. "Oh Marx...there's nothing to be scared of...just let me relieve you of your fears..." he smiled with fake sympathy and pressed his claws against Marx's head, fueling him with the power he had feared just as he had shedded his last tear.

"AA!" A small child screamed as they woke up. They breathed quickly and heavily, looking around. Their heart raced, pounding in their chest as though it was ready to burst out of his chest and hide from the fear the kid felt.
Slowly, they calmed down. "Another nightmare..." he murmured softly before sighing. "And it's the same one!" Marx groaned as he turned over, grabbing his pillow and screaming into it with annoyance. It was morning and his alarm clock was going nuts. He looked at it and sighed and dove his face back into his pillow.
Perhaps he could stay home today? Pretend he was sick? He really didn't want to come home with his fur having turned brown thanks to his brother and his friends again.
Marx groaned and turned his alarm off and got out of bed with a yawn. Marx looked outside and saw that the bus was already there. "Uh oh..." he muttered, his cat-like ears going down in an 'oh crap' way before he rushed out of his room and ran down the stairs, tripping and falling down them in the process.
Marx grabbed a brush and started trying to brush his fur to no avail. 'Argh! There's no time for brushing fur! Or breakfast for that matter!' He thought and tossed the brush on the counter.
Marx quickly got his coat on and grabbed his backpack. Marx ran out the door but unfortunately, the bus had already left. "NO! WAIT UP!" he shouted and started chasing after the bus, dropping his backpack in the process. After a few more seconds, he just sighed in defeat as the bus sped off without him.
Wonderful...first the nightmare, and now the bus! What else could go bad? Marx walked back to grab his backpack and began the sorta long walk to school. As he walked, he began to list all the other things that could go bad as he made his way to school.
'I could be late...' he thought and just as he did, he could hear the loud, school bell ring. It echoed across the whole neighborhood. 'Like right now...' he hissed in his mind as he finally arrived at school. He rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer and let him in.
"Good morning, Marx. Come on in," a friendly voice answered and soon after, he heard a click and walked inside the school. "Good morning, Marx. Please go check in at the attendance office and grab a late slip," a lady at the desk said with a happy smile. Marx nodded and picked up a late slip before making his way to his first class.
'One of my brother's jerk friends could force me inside a locker for the whole day...' he thought. As he made his way to class, someone shoved him against a locker. "Hey Clownhead...what are you doing so late to class, huh?" they hissed with a smile. "Eep!" Marx squeaked in surprise before looking up to see who it was. It was Derek, his brother's best friend.
Marx gulped, unable to speak. "Answer my question, Clownhead..." Dereck hissed, glaring down at Marx with a disgusted look on his face. "M-My n-name isn't C-C-Clown Head..." Marx whimpered. "That's not the question I asked!" he screamed at him, slamming his hands on both sides of him. "EEP!" Marx jumped before all feeling in his legs disappeared, causing him to slowly sink down into a sit. "I-I woke up l-late..." Marx whimpered, shivering with fear.
His brother's friend laughed. "Oh really now? Well...do you want to know what happens to losers who wake up late like you?" he asked with a wide smile. "N-No...." Marx whimpered, trying his best not to cry. "TOO BAD!" his friend cackled and grabbed his arm. "Owowow! Stop! Let me go!" Marx cried, wiggling and trying to get Derek to drop him.
His brother's friend opened the locker and threw him inside, quickly slamming it shut behind Marx and locking him inside it. "Hey! Let me out!" Marx cried from inside the locker, pounding the door loudly. Derek merely laughed as he dusted off his hands and walked away. "JERKFACE!" Marx screamed.
After a while of pounding, Marx slowly sat down and covered his face with his hands, beginning to cry hopelessly.
He hated these lockers all of his life. They were so small..and compacted and...he had to get out....
He began to breathe rapidly and heavily as his claustrophobia kicked in. "LET ME OUT! LET! ME! OOOOUUUUTTT!" He screamed and began to kick wildly, trying desperately to break out.
Marx stumbled back suddenly and hit his back against the backside of the locker. Just then, the back of the locker fell off, causing Marx to fall onto the ground. "OOF!" he hissed upon hitting the ground.
Marx groaned, rubbing his head. "Owwwiieee..." he whimpered and held his head. Marx looked around. "Where..?" he stood up and turned around, facing towards the long hallway that stretched before him.
"Woooaaahhh...." was all he could say as he slowly stepped forward and walked down the hallway. The hallway was lit with what looked like torches.
After a while, he found stairs leading down further into the strange place. Marx began to walk down the stairs and found what looked like a long hallway lined with mirrors...? Marx breathed a 'oh my god...' under his breath before he started walking down the hall. The mirrors intrigued him. Marx was confused as to why there were so many.
Marx stopped in front of one mirror that had a black see through cloth draped over it. "Hm?" he hummed and stood in front of it. He jumped up, trying to grab the cloth. He failed a few times before finally grabbing the cloth and pulling it off the mirror.
A few white strings scattered, falling off the mirror upon the cloth being removed. Why was this cloth draped over it..? Marx stared at the cloth for a bit before shaking his head and turning to the mirror.
Marx stepped a little closer and placed his hand on it. Marx tilted his head and suddenly, his reflection changed.
He was still there but...his eyes had turned red, he was wearing a red bow and a red and blue jester hat with shapes on it. His hands were gloved and the fur on his arms had turned into faded yellow scales. His fangs had become sharper too.
"What the...?" Marx muttered under his breath and took his hand off the mirror a bit. "Hello there..." his reflection smiled, grabbing his wrist tightly; causing Marx to jump back. "Wh-What the!? I-I didn't s-say that!" he whimpered and fell back, scooting against the wall.
His reflection stumbled out of the mirror, being pulled out by Marx. He smiled widely and laughed. "O-Oh god...heh..that felt weird," his reflection chuckled, stumbling a bit. He turned to Marx and giggled, cornering him up against the wall.
"Why so scared...?" he cooed with fake sympathy, and held Marx's chin up. "Who are you...? Why do you look like me..?" Marx asked and his reflection cackled. "I'm you! In the future...! Duh! " he hissed. "H-How...you're.....you're nothing like me!" Marx screamed and ran off, running down the hallway without even realizing he was still holding the cloth. "H-HEY! GET BACK HERE!!" his reflection screamed and scrambled to chase after him.
The cloth slowly wrapped around his hand with a soft, magical glow, one Marx didn't notice...and disappeared. "Let me out!" Marx screamed and began banging on the locker door like crazy.
Marx could hear the loud, thundering footsteps of death behind him, coming closer...and closer...and-
Someone finally opened it.
It was his best friend. "Marx! Are you ok!? his friend asked worriedly and hugged him. "DAN! Y-Y-You gotta help! Someone's-!" Marx looked back but...no one was there...no one had been chasing him.
Marx huffed from the chase before slowly calming down.
Dan spoke again, "What happened? Did one of your brother's friends put you in there?" "Y-Yes...he shoved me in the locker and then I-I found a-a-a-a hallway of mirrors a-a-a-a-and I looked into one and my reflection t-t-turned into some kind of me in th-the future an-and then he-!" He gasped for air and broke down into tears, hugging his friend tightly.
His friend looked down the hallway in the locker and hugged him tightly. "Those mirrors are prank mirrors...." his friend lied- assured him and smiled. "O-Oh..." "The darkness must've just been getting to you.." his friend smiled and patted his back.
The bell suddenly rang loudly, signaling the end of the day.
"And that's the home bell...see you later Marx!" his friend smiled and ran down the hallway and out the door.
Marx looked back at the dark hallway from the locker before sighing and closing it, keeping it unlocked to prove to Dan that he saw what he saw. Marx grabbed his stuff and left the building, deciding to take a shortcut to hopefully avoid Kamsin and his friends.
The sun shone on Marx as he stepped out of the school's shade. Marx smiled, enjoying the sun's rays on his fur. The image was already leaving his mind.
He hadn't even realized that he was in the locker for so long. He giggled to himself before bursting out laughing happily. He smiled, looking up at the sunny skies and breathing a sigh of relief, he began to walk home. 'I'm definitely gonna stop by the park later to relax..maybe read a bit?' he thought happily....when...
"Hey Clownhead!" he heard behind him. He froze and slowly turned around. His brother stood in front of him. "h-hi kamsin..." he muttered quietly under his breath. "What's the matter Marxie..? Are you scared...?" he asked, holding his fist with his other hand. It was wrapped in bandages.
"You know, what you did yesterday was shitty as hell...so me and my friends have decided...you needed to suffer for it..." Marx whimpered as his brother began to back him up in an alleyway. "K-Kamsin...I-it was just an accident! I-I swear!" Marx tried desperately to reason with his brother.
He felt himself bump into someone. "Eep!" he jumped back, turning around and seeing Angel standing there with a sinister grin.
Marx always thought it was ironic that one of Kamsin's friends was named Angel, especially seeing as he was nothing but a devil..
Marx looked around, seeing that he had already been surrounded by his brother and his friends. He whimpered and covered his head, already starting to cry.
"Stop being so dramatic..." Kamsin hissed, rolling his eyes. "I-I-m....scared Kamsin...!" Tears had already formed in Marx's eyes as he looked up at Kamsin with a pleading look. "Pl-Please!" he cried as his brother's bestest friend, Davald, raked his claws against Marx's cheek. Marx screamed, stumbling back into the wall and holding his cheek.
Marx's blue eyes glowed with fear, tears pouring out of his eyes. He whimpered as he looked up at his brother and his friends. "Presley...knock him out.." Kamsin commanded as another one, Presley, stepped forward and hit him hard on the head with a bat, knocking him out cold....