Revenant of an Esper

Chapter 1 : Eve

Eve's POV

'IT BURNS !' I thought as I felt the hot blood leave my body.

"Look at you...still think you can be above me even when you're dying?" My brother asked hypocritically with a wide smile on his face.

'It's cold' Now that most of the blood has drained out of me. Lying on the floor I look up at my brother who had stabbed me multiple times and yet I feel nothing in my heart. Thinking back I wondered, if that nanny never dropped me would my life be different?............. Possibly, but questioning the past won't change anything and if this is the life I was fated to live then so be it.

My mother, Claire Gillens was a one nightstand to my father, Jax Hollen. At five months the nanny dropped me on the head causing me have permanent brain damage, that caused me to feel limited emotions. Most emotions were all merely theories to me or expressive masks people wore on their faces. As I grew up I developed a blunt and boring personality that caused me to have no friends. Having much free time due to limited social interactions I had spent most of my time studying and on things that peeked my interest.

I became a genius due to that, finishing highschool at ten years old and graduating from university with eight majors at the age of sixteen. This gained the attention of my father, despite my low position in the family as a bastard child he was willing to let me be the heir to his great company. Though most would say, 'well done on your achievements' or 'be proud of what you have achieved'.......I felt nothing. I was simply doing what I wanted to do in my free time it had nothing to do with the position I had within the social structure called 'family'. I didn't care about the company, it was my family's business and plenty other children in the Hollen bloodline wanted the title of 'heir'. I didn't care about the money, if I wanted any I can setup my own business just fine.

But the people around me saw it differently. They only saw things in their selfish perspectives. My father thought that he finally had a some what worthy offspring of his blood that can take his place. The only one good enough to be the heir. 'Yes father as if your blood could make any of your offsprings any smarter or more talented......' I often thought.
My mother thought to be proud of her son who has won the heart of his father and achieved the title of heir, in comparison and in competition to all of the other misstresses my father had. She was proud to earn the place of being the most favorable in my father's heart. She also thought about how she as a mother could influence me and gain more money and fame once I've taken my father's place. 'As if she has ever been my mother, she hasn't been part of life in any way besides being the female who bore me. Handing me off to nanny after nanny and instead went to go graveling at my father's feet and leeching off him.' I think nothing of my mother other that a useless greedy wore.
My siblings thought of me as a threat. Most bullied me from childhood or pretended I never existed, it was only until my father announced me as the official heir to the company then did some of them start sucking up to me hoping to get on my better side. Then some grew even more jealous, like my first brother for example - who is even willing to go as far as murder. None of my siblings ever treated me as their sibling. I will never see them as such as they will never see me as such. I can truly believe that as many mysterious deaths have occurred between the children of the Hollen bloodline, bastard children or not.The Hollen family were nothing like family. They were to ashamed of their bastard children and forbid them to go outside of their mansion until they have proven themselves worthy and even if they did so, like me they were only able to show their perfect image in front of the media as a talented young person, it was as if we were simply trophies or pictures put up for show. As a bastard child I had longed to go outside to explore and study all living or dead things out in the world on a planet called earth. All the things that had only read in the books and had been able to get a glimps of from inside this prison.

I should have made it clear. Clear that i had no interest in the company, clear to the world, to the media, to my father, to my family and to my brother,then maybe I would have lived long enough to be young adult at the very least. In jealousy and in the feeling of being unjustified my brother had stabbed me seventeen times, one for each year I had lived and stole from him, though he seemed perfectly alive and breathing the seventeen years I have lived. I stole nothing from him and yet the world around him made him believed otherwise. As the son of the first and only legal wife of Jax Hollen he should've been the heir to father's great company until he declared the heir's position to me. This caused evnvy to root itself in my brother's mind and soul,and warth eat away at my body as he murdered me.

I do desire to live longer. I wanted to study and research my abilities as an esper. Espers were people who had various powers, some had the power to find things, some can talk to the dead, some could control elements, the powers of espers varied greatly. Espers although could be some of the most powerful people were rare. I am an esper although my powers were very weak though I could use many abilities like controlling elements, purification, finding things, talking to the dead, telekinesis, etc. My powers were so weak it'd take me a lot of energy to even move a needle off the table and yet the powers intrigued me, as reports of more people like me were out there along with unxplained phenomenons. If I had the chance to research then I could of had the chance to change the very physics of the world we lived in but before I even had the chance it was taken away from me. I wanted to know the reasons why espers were different? What caused the differences in their level of powers? Why their power varied so greatly? So many unansered questions left unanswered and the possibility of them ever being answered all taken away. 'Such a pity' I thought. It was the curiosity of the unknown,the need for exploration, free from the limit of my caged lifestyle that had inspired me want to live longer.

Though that would never happen.....as being stabbed seventeen times in your vital organs could do that............
The last thing I saw was my brother's smiling face before the room slowly faded away and darkness over took as I felt my body ease into a more comfortable state.