A Deadly Feast

Why Cant I Remember?

My whole life is filled with unpleasantness. I've been beaten and insulted all my life. My dreams have been crushed more times than I could count, but I still hold onto my dream of being a hero. Through all the hardships, I stay strong in my dream. On top of that, my own body betrays me. Unexplainable pains and crippling headaches. My body has never been in good shape. Sometimes the pain is unbearable and other times it's just uncomfortable. A couple times, I've even blacked out. Every time I've blacked out, I've woken up back at home and in bed, as if nothing ever happened. Even though my body is in constant pain, I've experienced moments of enhanced strength, speed, or healing. It's seemed miraculous. My body is amazing and terrifying at the same time.

Ever since I was young, my parents have worried about me. I had heard stories from my Dad about how his family was persecuted. They were hunted down and killed by other people. My family began to take a weird turn when I turned 4. They always seemed to be on edge. Rightfully so, because that same year a classmate of mine was found brutally murdered. The news said that it was so gruesome they couldn't even describe the carnage. My young brain couldn't understand at the time, that my family was beginning to change. We had always been a happy family, maybe a bit paranoid but happy. That was until my Dad was caught up in a villain attack when I was 7. He worked as a business man in Tokyo. During that time, he had been around villain attacks or seen them in passing. All that lead to him, being caught in a battle involving a group of top heroes. The heroes were tracking down a notorious villain. They had cornered him on my Dads office floor. During that fight All Might and Endeavor had apprehended the villain but couldn't save my Dad. I understand that heroes make sacrifices, but why did it have to be my Dad. Why couldn't the greatest hero ever, the symbol of Peace, protect my father.

At my Dad's funeral, some heroes showed up to give me their condolences. Even All Might told me he was sorry about my father's death. As predicted, Endeavor didn't show. Endeavors track record proved to be correct and solidified his place as my most hated hero. That man had the gall to let my father die and not show up to say sorry or even glance my way. Just the thought of other heroes being like him made me sick. Things stayed melancholic for 2 more years. I kept being bullied, by my former best friend to boot, and watched as my mother hit a downward spiral. She began stress eating and having breakdowns. She tried to keep me form seeing her breakdown, but it only made it worse when I saw them. On top of that, another classmate of mine was found mauled. At age eight, I had seen a picture of a half mauled classmate of mine. That image was burned into my brain. The boy looked like he had been torn apart and mauled by a rabid animal. After, my mom began to stress even more and began taking precautions to make sure I was safe from whatever maniac was killing my classmates. The school began to receive hat and funding was cut significantly. Because of that, security increased but the staff began to lean towards terrible cheap teachers. Now, on top of kids bullying me, my teachers began to torment me as well.

After enduring the hell that was my middle school, I began to change. My body began to build and my height increased. I packed on muscles and began to define them. Also, my personality changed drastically. I went from the shy, worried kid to a cold loner who avoided social interaction. I learned that friendships and people are useless. Trust is a fickle thing and is mostly taken lightly. There is no point in putting trust in someone you know will screw you over. I found lunch as my only refuge from peoples scrutiny. The most secluded spot was by the mural for the 3 murdered students. The other students avoided the area like the plague. I think the idea of death unnerved them. I found the eerie silence comforting and refreshing. The calming breeze and rustling leaves contrast the bustling sound of heroes and villains clashing. Eating lunch everyday at a memorial doesn't exactly scream normal, so rumors began to arise. Some said I was necromancer, others said I was a pedophilic necrophiliac. That last one was completely stupid and irrational but people liked to gossip about the stupidest things. Everyday was an onslaught of verbal and physical assault. Then I'd go home and train while studying fighting styles and weapons.

Eventually, I did it. I reached the end of my torment and looked forward to the journey ahead. The could finally put my past behind me and focus on getting into UA. Well, forget about most of it, except Bakugo because I know I'll meet him at UA. Week in and week out was filled with training and studying. I pushed my body and mind to its limit in preparation for the practical exam.

Suddenly, everything changed. My world came crashing to floor, revealing the ugly truth behind everything. I had stopped my training halfway after suffering excruciating stomach pain. It felt like my stomach was eating itself inside my body. I trudged home and stumbled through the door clutching my stomach. My Mom rushed to my side and helped into the living room. She set me down on the couch and took a seat next to me. She handed me the remote to the Tv and left the room to make me some dinner. In the time she was away, my body convulsed and pulsed with unimaginable pain. The pain was so bad, I blacked out. For the fourth time in my life, my body was racked with pain and shut down. When I awoke, the sound of static caught my attention. The Tv played static and colored the room. With a click, I turned off the Tv. Silence usually was a welcome thing for me, but this kind of silence unnerved me. I decided to check on my Mom in the kitchen. I could smell something delicious. Whatever Mom is cooking smells really good. What I hadn't expected to find was my mother's bloodied corpse on the floor. Her blood had pooled around her mangled body and highlighted the missing chunks of flesh from her body. I couldn't hear my own scream. My ears were ringing and my body felt numb. What happened while I was out. I turned to the side and caught a glimpse of my reflection on the oven door. I didn't look the same. I deciding even look human. Staring back at me was a black and red eye with bloody lips and teeth. In a state of panic, I washed my hands and mouth and sprinted out of the house. I ran as fast as I could and as far as I could. Without warning, my legs gave out and I crashed to the floor. The sand cushioned my fall and the waves reflected my scared face. I kept staring at my devilish face smiling back at me. I can't be a hero like this. This animal can't be a hero. What hero ever has eaten his own Mom. The reflection seemed to respond to my query 'It wasn't just your mom remember.' Suddenly the memories came back of me eating my classmates. I remember tearing off their flesh and shoveling it into my face. The sound of their wretched screams ingrained into my memory. What kind of monster am I? 'You're no monster. You're just trying to survive.' How am I not a monster? I ate fellow human beings. 'You're not human. You're a Ghoul. You prey on humans. Consuming their flesh to survive.' How can I be a hero now? I've become a murderer, a villain. 'It was your mom's dream for you to be a hero. You can still be one. Be a hero to atone for your past sins and repent. Fix your life by saving people.' I don't have the right to call myself a hero after brutally eating people. 'It's completely normal for an animal to do what it needs to do to survive. Your body acted on instinct to survive. Sadly, that included eating people. Don't blame yourself for natures faults. Be better and make it right by saving many more lives than you've taken.' I'll try but it won't stop the guilt and pain. I'll have to live forever knowing I ate people. I even ate my mother. Form that day on, my life would take a scary turn. I would experience things a monster never should. I'd experience too many good things that I don't deserve. But first I'd have to experience hell itself.