Y/n narrating
My Life was never great, it was terrible actually. Been abused by my adoptive parents because of this gem-like thing that's on my back, I never accepted them as my mom and dad so I guess you can say I never had one, I don't know anything about my real parents though but I could care less. I tried to get rid of the gem by clawing it out myself which gave me a bunch of scars; yea I was desperate to have a normal life; but I realize that the gem can never be removed and that it will be apart of me till the day I die, I just wanted to be a normal boy. At the age of 8 I was abandoned in a forest but at that point I lost most of my emotions and I didn't really care. I explored the forest for a couple of hours till I was approached by a lone wolf. I admired the wolf, I wanted to be like the wolf, being able to explore the vast lands without restrictions. While admiring the wolf I didn't realize the situation I was in... it was hungry. At that point fear set in, I don't know why I was scared I wanted to die... I didn't want to be a freak anymore... I just wanted the pain to be over. The wolf began to run at me ready to eat me but my senses came and took control and dodge its teeth, I don't know why I dodged the wolf but I had no time to think about it the wolf clawed my eyes causing blood to pour out I wasn't screaming since I was used to pain that was given to me by my parents. The wolf went in to bite me which was successful the wolf was tugging on my arm making me fight it by repeatedly punching it with my other arm. In that moment I thought that this was it but for some reason life had other plans. A red glow appeared on my hand and in a matter of seconds a sword popped out, katana to more precise. Using this I slashed the wolf repeatedly resulting it being killed, the katana disappeared and I just dropped to the ground losing consciousness. A few hours later I groggily woke up with pain on my arm. I had to look for help so I walked for hours till I stumbled upon a gas station on a lonely road, with haste I approached the gas station and to my luck a nice lady was working at the register. As I went in the gas station she looked at me terrified, she immediately ran towards me helping me she wrapped my wounds with a rag since the first-aid kit didn't had the right stuff to treat my wounds. The lady called the ambulance and in a couple of minutes the ambulance arrived, I thanked the lady for helping. Two days later I was fully recovered which surprised the doctors that I healed at an abnormal rate. The doctor informed me that I was going to be going to an orphanage the next day so I snuck out in the middle of the night and from that day my journey started.
10 years later age: 18
Those 10 years changed me a lot physically and mentally. Having to survive ten years my physical appearance has changed greatly I'm 6.2 gained a large amount of muscle for my body.(a/n your body appearance is the same as Chris Evans in the firstCaptain America)
And I have lots of stamina thanks to surviving in a forest for a couple of years and running away from thugs. But in those ten years was not at all happy and cheerful. I've stolen and killed at a young age. My first kill was a guy that was about to rape a woman, without thinking I summon my katana and sliced his head off; side note I have been training at summoning my katana and mastered swordsmanship; the woman ran away but I just stood there looking at the headless body I didn't know what I was feeling but the sounds of sirens brought me out of my mind. Much later on I started killing thugs I promised myself to never hurt the innocent no matter what only punish the guilty but that doesn't make me a hero while I kill thugs and what not I steal money or anything that will help me survive. This one specific man a human trafficker that I had my eye on had a large amount of cash that could help me survive for a couple of years. But that wasn't my priority, it was freeing the kids and women that were enslaved. The whole night was filled with corpses and blood I was able to free everyone and killed every single thug in the warehouse I also was able to get the money. With this I can finally leave this life style, a couple of days later I bought I beautiful pistol and a car and a motorcycle for the road. I also bought a house in.... Beach city I think it was called, the city wasn't really a city but a small town with a low population that was by the ocean which got my attention so with the money I have I bought a house. The only problem is that Beach city was on the other side of the country but I wasn't complaining that means more exploring for me. I had someone send my car to my house while I stayed with my motorcycle. With this being said started my long trip.
Couple days later
Y/n POV
Y/n (in his head): I finally escaped that life... for the first time in years I feel.... happy even though I don't show it. But finally I'll be able to have a peaceful life, no more bloodshed. Hopefully the people there aren't annoying or pricks for that matter.
Authors POV
As y/n is driving he sees a small town in the distance Beach city. Y/n slows down to admire the view, then he speeds up and makes his way to his new home. As he drives down the street some people look at him wondering who this mysterious person.
