Psycho Gem

Chapter 13: Darkness

Picture above drawn by my friend PrincessPetals

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Not long before the beginning of time...

When he was born, he woke up lying in a pool of water. It was shallow enough that while he lay there, his face was just above the surface. When he first opened his eyes he was confused. He could feel the water he was lying in, but that wasn't what he was focusing on. He sat up and felt... uncomfortable. He looked at his hands, seeing his already fully developed body. His skin felt unpleasantly cold and his muscles were sore. He clutched his head as it began to ache as well. He began to see images, memories, pieces of a life he didn't know he had. He was trying to make sense of it all. He felt that these faces he saw were familiar to him, but he couldn't recognize them... except for one. He recognized her. He loved her, and he needed to see her. He snapped himself out of his trance and he began to feel cold, unbearably cold. He realised that only the parts of his body that were out of the water were cold, so he lay back down but the water turned cold as well. He looked around and saw it was water all around as far as the eye could see. When he looked up again he saw a night sky, fully illuminated by the countless stars. He looked at each individual star, wondering what they were. Were they... looking at him? Were they gods staring down at him? He was disgusted at that notion, but he couldn't help but be entranced by the magical lights in the sky. He reached up to try and grab them, and uttered his first word.

"Stars ........"

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It was all a lie. His memories, they weren't right. He stood atop the rubble of the building he had been kept in, taking in the sweet relief of its destruction. The pretender told him that this universe was a wonderful place filled with good people, but everywhere he went they hated him. They put him in a strange place where people in white coats hurt him. He was stuck there in agony for two years until he finally escaped and showed them true pain. The horrible place had been destroyed, it couldn't hurt him anymore. He thought about all the people he had met. All the people who shunned him, who hurt him, who called him a monster, he had grown to hate them all. Their very existence was an insult to him. He began to reflect on everything that had happened. Maybe he was a monster, maybe he was what they said he was. If that were true then why would a universe so "pure" and so "just" allow a monster like him to exist? He wanted to hurt them, so that they could feel the same pain that he did. They hurt each other in pointless wars and blame each other for their own shortcomings. He hated everything about them, and he wanted nothing more than to be their reckoning...

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The darkness seemed to go on forever. There seemed to be no end or beginning to its vast expanse. He floated endlessly through the space, barely moving a muscle. The weightlessness would be almost nauseating to most, but not him. He tried to speak, to call out to anyone around him, but to no avail, his voice making no echo. There were no sounds to be heard except the rustling of his clothes when he did decide to move. There were no smells in this place but he felt that he could make the faint scent of burning charcoal, though his mind was probably trying to make something familiar of his current situation. There was no air but he could survive without it, for he was not considered human in the slightest by those who knew him. He felt nothing around him, no gust of wind, no sense of warmth or cold, just a lukewarm feeling that lingered on his skin. He started focusing on the feelings he never gave any thought to, the feeling of each strand of his raven black hair intertwining with each other, the red glasses pressed on his face, the black silk-like gloves perfectly fitting his hands, his blood red cape freely flowing in the zero gravity. There was an unusual sense of peace and serenity to this place. He then began to reflect on how he got here. With all his strength, he couldn't stop that pretender from sending him here; he felt nothing but hate. Insatiable hatred and rage for the one who had ever truly thwarted him and sent him here, to this prison. He let out a primordial scream of rage that would send chills through even the most fearless of souls, though there was once again no echo. He knew that one day he would get out, but for now he would bide his time and revel in this quiet, peaceful darkness. Although he was imprisoned he couldn't help but feel at home, completely.....alone.