I Am The Lost

Prolog

I was two years old walking through a big, dark forest. It was scary, but I was always used to scary. Ever since I was born I was abused by my mother and sexually harassed by my father. I wanted to hate them, but I don't have a heart for such hate. So you can say I strongly dislike them and secretly wished to murder them.

I have dirty blonde hair and green eyes with yellow around the pupils. I'm the only one in my village who looked like that. Both my parents had black hair and brown eyes just like everyone else.

Because of the black blood injections, everytime I use my weapon, power or get angry my hair turns to a fire glow pink and my eyes turn ocean, deep blue. This made my life more miserable. Standing out like a sore thumb caused some serious neglect.

Two days ago my village was attacked and burnt to the ground. I'm the only survivor, but I could care less. In my village when you were born you got a number burned into your back. I'm number 2 12 1 11 5. That's my stupid name.

They spell your name with numbers. 2 is B, 12 is L, 1 is A, 11 is K, and 5 is E. I was the only one born with weapon qualities, so they would use me like a toy. They experimented on me giving me those injections of black blood everyday. Then, I had to spend a hour in a dark room all by myself. It was a terrible, terrible, scary, pitch black room for of filthy things that made me go crazy. Finally, when they'd let me out, I had to kill what ever they gave me to kill.

Since the village was very poor I'd sometimes have to kill people. Once they had me kill a little boy from the village because he stole a slice of bread. I did. I killed him with sorrowful eyes and bloody hands. Like I said, I killed what I was given to kill. If I didn't they'd burn and torture me more then they already did. It was horrible, terrific, gloomy, depressing, and that still doesn't descibe it enough.

Strangely, when everyone died I for some reason felt sad. I should've been happy to be free, but I had no where to go. Two days and two nights with out eating and continuous walking. I never stopped. Not for anything. That was until I met the Kishin.