The Pain Of The Past

Different Format?

I've been practicing my writing on Fanfiction.Net so needless to say, my writing style has changed. Personally, I think it's a good change because it's means more S U F F E R I N G and A N G S T with a very (BIG) small dose of P A I N and F E E L S.

That being said, enjoy this chapter! ^~^
(I'm very sadistic now. Even more so than before.)

[CHAPTER START]

Flames climbed high into the sight, illuminating the darkness. Not a single scream was heard, though, except for the occasional cry of pain or surprise. It was almost as if no one cared or even noticed the burning building and the lives that were being torn apart.

The surrounding neighborhood didn't even notice the loss of so many innocent lives.

A group of children ran from the devouring flames, covered in dirt and sweat as various injuries had been inflicted upon their body just from escaping. The girl with brown hair was the first to collapse to the floor, only to be ushered back up again by her friends - her family. They had to get further away from those murderous flames before they were truly safe.

As the group of children continued to run, one particular boy halted to a stop. He couldn't believe it - didn't want to believe it. He stares at the flames in horror as they devoured his new home.

He had been rejected by so many other places, rejected by all the people. He had lost everything he had ever cared about. Every thing he had ever loved had been taken from him and all he could do was watch in despair. But after so long of being rejected, of being hurt, of feeling low and feeling sorrow, he had finally found a home for himself. A place where he felt like he truly belonged, a place where he could be happy and be himself. A place where he had a family again.

But now he had lost that too and no one in the world noticed it. The world continued to spin as if nothing had happened. The neighborhood remained quiet as no one awoke for the flames and danger to notice. The streets remained quiet as no sirens neared, nor did any fire brigades appear to save them. The darkness in the sky did not darken as if the darkness that devoured their lives was enough to do so. The glint of the moonlight peering through the clouds did not damper as if the light was being blocked from their lives.

Absolutely nothing changed.

As the young boy with midnight black hair and piercing blue eyes glared at the flames, his mind recognized the facts.

The world did not care about him.
He was on his own.
He could not trust others - they did not care.
He could only trust the family he had recently made.
Adults were nothing but liars.
Heroes did not exist in this world. Only mere beings with self-proclaimed heroism roamed this Earth.
He could only rely on himself and his family from that moment onward.

-Welp. More on that sad story to come at a later date, people.-

Robin all but jolted awake from his painful reminder. Instantly, the boy's eyes shot open to find himself in unfamiliar scenery.

"Where..." He muttered to himself as he looked around. He attempted to sit up, only to notice his hands were chained down by something. His eyes narrowed.

"Are you fucking serious?" He growled, struggling to free himself from his bonds. His flesh dug into his restraints, drawing blood. He cursed himself but he continued to struggle desperately. He didn't know where he was and he didn't particularly care either. He didn't - couldn't - trust anyone, whether they proclaimed to be a friend or foe. He hissed in pain as his earlier wounds burned in agony at his rough movements.