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Chapter 7: Ranboo's Story

Ranboo's never liked talking about his past, the memories that he fought to keep locked away always seemed to come out of the depths of his mind to haunt him when he did. For this reason, he never looked back to his childhood too much.

The ender hybrid's childhood was by no means bad when he was living with his mother that supported him in everything he ever wanted to do. It was the heroes that made it unbearable... And everything after that. 
   
He was born into the world of villainy, his mother being the top villain of her time. She had eyes everywhere and basically ran the dark side of the city, her power feared by all. It was something Ranboo was supposed to inherit when he was older. Something child Ranboo always looked forwards to.

Even if all the outside world saw was an evil bloodthirsty monster that went by the name 'NightCrawler', Ranboo got to see the loving, caring side of the famous villain. His mother never did anything without a reason though, something Ranboo quickly learned. 
   
She succumbed to villainy because of the heroes, because even during his mother's reign the people that were meant to protect were only out for money and fame. She fought against the heroes, yes, but she also looked out for the people of L'manburg. She sheltered those who needed it, even went against her villain nature, and saved some citizens from other villains making people argue she was a vigilante. It was something Ranboo had always admired about her. From then on Ranboo wanted to be like his mother. 

He was taught how to run her empire by his sixth birthday, the child coming along to his mother's meetings excited. He started training with weapons and hand-to-hand combat soon after, his mother determined to teach him every type of weapon made, along with teaching him her own fighting style.

By the time Ranboo was eleven, he was a fighting machine. Even though his mother taught him many different weapons, he mostly stuck to a variety of guns and hand-to-hand fighting. It was something that even to this day he still sticks with. So yes, Ranboo had a good childhood in the start.

Sure, it was a bit different than a normal child's would be, but what did you expect from a villain's son? He was happy, happy helping those they sheltered, happy helping run their dark empire, happy to be at his mother's side. 

But, not all happiness lasts, does it? His mother was someone that kept no one close, only a few being able to join the villain's small circle, a true brute when it came to taking out those who proved to be a threat towards their work. But, this time his mother had slipped up and let one of those spies get away.

When he was eleven he thought the world of his mother, was determined to follow in her footsteps and take her place when the time came. How little Ranboo would have looked at him in distraught if he was to say they never would have inherited everything their mother had worked so hard for.

He never understood fully why his mother hated heroes in the beginning, though most of the people that worked under his mother hated them too. He didn't understand that hatred until that fateful day came... the day that would have changed his life forever. It started out as a normal day, he and his mother walking around the base (which was a run-down factory that they managed to spiffy up at the time), looking over the weapons that were to be shipped out for the week. He had been following his mother's strides with watchful eyes, listening to every word his mother said. Then, came the blaring alarms, something that only went off if someone broke into the factory. 

Before Ranboo could properly process this though, his mother already snatched his hand up dragging him down the hallways from where most of the commotion was. Ranboo quickly made pace with her, confused but questions could be answered later, at least he thought they could be. Now every time he looked back, Ranboo wished he had his weapons on him now, maybe then he could have stopped what was to happen from occurring.