Aeon Nether & Idol Effigy

Chapter 8- Masked Truth

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I didn't hear much of the previous noise gained from the gathering reporters when my so-called biological family found me. It was slightly surprising if I was honest. They had come to take me 'home'.

Should I say that I was expecting them to draw sympathy from me to gain some money from me. Then again, they seemed to hate Emma's existence too and to have me seen as the victim was obviously too favourable of a light to cast me into.

So we left.

They were quick. They even brought a taxi to bring us 'home'. This act is getting odder by the second. They've always presented themselves as frugal. But I guess they would have gained money from my supposed 'death' at birth or the deal they must have made with those now dead corpses in the hospital.

Whilst I was being forcefully grabbed and thrusted into a taxi with no child seat I did briefly see what could be considered as concern on the faces of reporters. I would say that this too was expected. There was nowhere to hide the fact that I've been looked after by a broken machine. All I had to cover myself was a nappy the machine changes me into when I excrete and one of the towels used to bathe me with water produced from somewhere. The towel was big enough to be a blanket, but you could clearly tell that it was a coarse, cheap kind of towel. And what made it all worse was this 'family' that seemed to throw my two year old self about with no remorse. So I was expecting some kind of concerned response even if they didn't do anything to help. That too could just be a lie though. A fleeting moment where someone has guilt to highlight some base of morality. But I shouldn't expect much from it. But all I got were the sea of faces that were constantly calculating how they should spin what they saw.

These enemies are somewhat known to me through Emma's bad experience with them and all they want is money. They only live for money and I'm talking about money for luxuries, not necessities. There were times I thought they might be more complicated or maybe pressured by the people above them.

Maybe I was hoping for too much like Emma did with her biological family.

Even after all of Emma's skin was sold for a lot of money and the family members all still elicited we're just poor victims of an unwanted child's birth. It was what came to be known to me as the typical theatrics acted out by this 'family'. If it weren't for this world being somewhat magical and the fact that I vividly remember squeezing through that lady known to me only as a birth giver, I wouldn't have known that they were biologically related to me. It's the same case for Emma too. My own and Emma's features are inherently different from this biological family. Although the eyes of humans in this world seem to change colours, like I've mentioned before. But hair colour (unless dyed), nose, eye shape, mouth, eyebrows, skin colour and etc. are all meant to bear some resemblance to the biological family. That should be the case. However, it wasn't in either mine or Emma's case. If I didn't explicitly know useless details from Trina's berating on Emma, I just might have wasted some time researching this all. You know, searching for those unexpected backstories or munchkin pieces in this 'fictional' world.

"skrrrr", the engine of the taxi started to become lively and drove along the less used side road of the hospital.

The movement of the vehicle brought me out of my thoughts. I glanced to see who was in the taxi and saw the rest of my 'family'. Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, the man who was supposed to be my uncle had come, along with my mother, 2 teenage brothers and my supposed father. It may not be obvious, but my mother had an affair with my uncle. I found out that later on in Emma's experience. In her third family she was adopted into and found out from her 'sister' about her being the result of an affair, including a file stating my supposed biological father was impotent.