Iris (A SubZero Fanfic) [hIATUS]

Chapter Fifteen

Sub P.O.V

I sat on the bed. Not much, I know. But I was alone in the house. Adam was visiting Ty and Ethan and Tiffy went to see a movie. Joesph was here as well, working in the lab with Seto and Brice. I could tell by the obnoxious teasing of Brice that Seto and Joesph were exchanging nerd jokes.

I groaned and smashed my face into a pillow. The pillow became soaked, mostly with drool. "Ugh," I said, disgusted, wiping the drool off my chin. I shook my head, bored out of my mind. "Hey!" I heard Brice's voice. Sure enough, he was leaned against the doorway, budder locks in his crystal blue eyes. Man, I describe things good. I should be a fanfiction writer.

I waved to hin shyly and looked at my pillow. Then he wagged something in my face. A glass bottle with a neon pink liquid inside of it. "Here!" Brice said happily, shoving the bottle into my hands and watching me closely. "Drink.it!"

I smiled nervously and pulled out the cork. I took a quick wiff of the potion. It smelled of pomagrante and berries. The cold glass rim of the bottle made contact with my lips, and soon, my throat. I winced as the liquid slid down my throat, leaving a burning sensation behind. I looked at him with a disapproving facial expression.

"Say something," Brice squeaked, clutching his hands close together. I shot him a look. "Just say something!"

"Brice," I said slowly. Wait...I said something. Is this another dream?!

I started to hypervenilate and clutched my throat. "Hey!" Brice said soothingly to me. "Relax. That was a potion that Seto made. It can make you talk temporarily. Now, we can learn more about you."

I cocked my head in confusion. "Like...my past?" I asked shakily. Brice quickly nodded, and pulled me out of the room and to the enchantment room, where Seto and Joesph were exchanging books as they flipped through the crusty yellow pages.

"Does it work?!" Seto asked, his eyes twinkling. Brice smiled and nodded.

"Yes!" Seto fist bumped the air. "Now, Sub, may we hear about your past?"

I gulped and started to play with my fingers. "Sub," Brice reminded. "You can talk."

I blushed and cleared my throat. "Well, my mother died after giving birth to my sister, Lily. My father fell into a deep depression, and he became obsessed with alchohol. He beat me and my sister, but mostly me since I took beatings for her. She was only three and I was eight. He even broke my vocal box by choking me too hard. He always said that our mother's death was our fault for stressing her out. One day, I locked Lily up in a closet with food and juice while my dad was having a temper tantrum. I ran out of the house and onto 4th Street. There, I met police officers, so I tried told them everything that happened. But they were drunk, and they beat me. When I went home, in the rain, I found my father out cold in the bathtub and Lily was gone. When my father woke up, I grabbed a gun...and...I...I shot him! After that, I was always alone. I kept my distance. My real name is Damien Jackson. I changed my name to Sub because...Damien....Damien's a coldblooded killer. He killed his own father. He lost all hope in finding his own sister. Don't call me Damien! I-I-"

I ended up sobbing on Seto's shoulder. He was telling me things were going to be okay. I wanted to believe him; I really did. But now I don't know.

Who am I?

Sub or Damien?

Will I ever know?

Screams.

Pain.

Cries of mercy.

The last thing I saw was a figure with light brown hair covering one of his blood-red eyes, smirking, and he was covered in wet crimson.

Who am I?

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How was that?

I do good?

COMMENT ON HERE: How was Sub's backstory?

Anyway, goodbye for now my Athenians!