Systematic

Back Story: Theodore

WARNING!: This story is not for the lighthearted. It will contain scenes that may be too graphic for young people that read my stories. It contains scenes of gore and sexual content that is both abusive and consensual, some chapters will be more graphic than others... You have been warned.

P.S. I am only putting this warning here because I don't usually write stories that have such a grim and dark nature. 95% of this story will be "normal" with the other 5% being as dark and raw as I can possibly make it. None of the less please enjoy this story, I really hope you enjoy it ^^ 

It was twenty-one years ago in a small town, fifty-seven miles outside of Noir city. The dark, morbid town was secluded and never got any visitors from the outside area. Aside from the town being the dark and gloomy shell it is, there was a small house that looked like it was completely vacant: the grass was yellowed and dead, the plants were withered and black, while the house was sinking into the ground, the shingles hanging on for dear life as it looked like a simple wisp of air could bring the whole heap of rotting wood down. The inside, though, was completely different from the outside. It was lively and organized unlike it's outdoor counterpart, but beyond the ironic scenery the residents of the house were worse than anything else anyone has known... their name? The Maximes.

There were three Maximes: Lydia, Mark, and their child, Theodore. Lydia met Mark one day working in her floral shop many years ago. Mark was coordinating one of the many events to come that month. Mark instantly fell in love with Lydia and decided, a few years later, to marry Lydia. Soon after their marriage they conceived a baby boy who they later named Theodore: an orange haired, emerald green eyed baby boy. Theodore was a lovely and kind child that kept to himself and exceeded his peers and later moved up to third grade at the age of just 5, but small Theodore found school to easy and boring for him.  Lydia worked at a floral shop, where she sold the dried withered roses, while her husband of twelve years, Mark, worked with coordinating the town's events, like the annual celebration of life and the funeral ceremonies that took place every once in a while. Outside their home they were kind towards each other and happiness towards everyone, but inside their home they were completely different. 

Lydia, under all those sweet and jovial layers, hated her life, hated her husband.... hated her own child that she birthed. Lydia had Sadistic personality disorder, but hid it well due to her manipulative and sweet cover. She loved selling her dried little flowers, but loved torturing her child even more and eventually it become a normal hobby to her. On multiple occasions, Lydia has poisoned, electrocuted, beat, and tortured Theodore for no other reason, but to got some twisted high off of his pain. 

Theodore, even at a young age, knew what was pain, but also knew how to block it out and focus on the end goal: the end of all the pain and suffering he felt. For a six year old Theodore was smart, but he was also gifted. He found that through meditation he could generate a physical aura, his was orange just like his short orange hair. He started to experiment with his aura, finding out he could use it for defense, agility, strength, and healing purposes, but also he was able to manipulate it around his body. He decided to go as Theo instead of his long boring name Theodore, people found him weird and some said he was only so smart and dull because of witchcraft, given how that was something to be noticed in a world like this, but soon disaster struck when he turned six years old...

"Theodore, honey", Lydia called out gently loading a gun slowly and quietly, "please come here I have a surprise for you!"

"I'm busy Momma!" Theo exclaimed, meditating in his room.

"Don't worry, lovely, Momma will just come to you", Lydia exclaimed happily finally loading the clip into the gun making a subtle, but noticeable clicking sound. Before Lydia could even leave the kitchen she was confronted by Mark.