The Game : A New Beginning

I wake up to a tall figure standing over me, yelling to wake me up. I have no clue what's going on, no memories of anything, no identity, not even an image of myself in my head. He picks me up and throws me threw a wall that breaks down, then suddenly I'm in another room full of weapons.

"Get the fuck up I said!" I hear him screaming at me as he picks me back up but to stand on my feet this time.

It's so bright I can barely hold open my eyes, but all I know is that he is about two feet taller than me, broad shoulders, long black hair, pure muscle and veins, also very angry at my well being for some reason.

"If are going to be a son of mine, you will live up to my name and no less! Otherwise, if you don't, I will PERMANENTLY destroy you myself!" He says with flares of spit flying at my face as he's holding me two feet off the ground to his height.

"Deal..." is all I could manage to say. He then drops me back down on my feet and leaves me in the room full of weapons. I get my senses back and look around vigorously as if I was born yesterday. It feels like I was born yesterday now that I think about it. No memory of anything. No thoughts of anything else besides what I could see.

There are swords, shields, body armor, leggings, helmets, and gauntlets everywhere. As I was about to grab a sword off the wall, someone walks in and stops me. "Better off asking your father before touching anything in here, son." Such a sweet voice, yet still powerful sounding. I turn and see a woman at my height wearing a tight blue suit, long blonde haired, and pretty blue eyes.

"Are you my mother?" I ask wearily hoping not to be tossed through another wall. "Yes, yes I am. But we'll talk more after you eat. You need to gain some strength after the aging process you went through."

Aging process? What the fuck does that mean? Was I really born yesterday?! I'm full of questions and want to ask her everything and I know she knows I want to. But I feel like I need to eat so badly. I just noticed how much pain I truly am in and eating sounds amazing right now.

She guides me through what seems like a huge maze until we get to a large area with a large, elongated diner table full of food of all sorts. "Sit down and dig in, son. I'll answer your questions after, because simply only your father can get away with talking with his mouth full." I still have no clue of what's going on, but I don't care! This food is mine to eat, and I'm not complaining. Haha.

I sit down and start eating plate after plate full of chicken, turkey, potatoes, veggies, more meat, weird looking stuff but still tasting great, and even more meat! It feels amazing to finally have the hunger pains diminish from this morning. I feel energized and full. And I almost forgot about my curiosity about everything else.

"Umm... Mother, who am I?..." I was almost scared to ask. But she smiles and rubs my head with her hand. Feeling so comfortable as she does it, i smiled up at her.

"You are Leon Maker. The Son of the Great Trouble Maker the Second. And Grandson of The Legend himself, Trouble Maker. I am your mother, Jill Valentine. You were put into an aging tank that your father's scientist, DJ, built to age you 500,000 times faster than a normal time length of aging. You are now 17 and you were born two days ago."

I really was born like yesterday. Well actually like two days ago, but still close enough! How can such shit happen? Went from two days old, to this. Talking, walking, thinking, eating, all the knowledge of a normal 17 year old... "how is any of this possible? How is it that I can be this 17 year old like I already lived up to it but still only being born two days ago? Are you just messing with me? Did I just wake from a coma with all my memory lost and your taking advantage from it?! It's not right!"

Right after I finished my sentence, my so called father ran up to me and slapped me across the room. Before I hit the floor, he grabbed me by my hair out of mid air and slammed me through the table face first. I felt the blood come rushing through my broken nose from the impact of my face going through my stack of empty food plates, somewhere around 8 plates.

"Hey little fuck, be more respectful to your mother. And accept this reality or you won't have a reality to live for! You start training tomorrow. I expected more from you then this. If you fuck up again, you will be punished beyond what you can think of!"

Beyond what I can think of? And he calls himself my father, a father wouldn't do...

"Shut The Fuck Up! I can read your miserable thoughts, punk! So straighten up or I'll straighten you up PERSONALLY! I AM your father, and be grateful I'm being this resilient to you. Your mother told me to hold back a lot for your own sake of not knowing better after a few days of waking up from the aging process. Now get your ass up! You better learn fast, too. Because I'm only going to say this once: Disobedience will not be tolerated, your life is worthless until you can prove to me that it's not, otherwise my SHIT is worth more to me then you are. Also, anything in this mansion, including what you saw earlier, is yours ONLY if you complete your training. Also... If you wanna leave anytime and not come back, I will gladly show you the door. But I'm warning you that the universe out there is no place for new borns. You will die over and over again and possibly become someone's bitch kid."

After he said that speech, he then disappeared out of thin air in front of my eyes with a crack smile on his face. I noticed he had big scar that ran down from his forehead, over his blackened eye, and down his cheek. His eyes were something else. His pupil went from being regularly black with a white pupil, to a star-like structure with a red trim before he vanished. It was amazing.

"Your father's powers overall is almost unmatchable by mortals, he needs you to keep the Maker family name strong. For he cannot ascend to being a god without making sure his son is worth holding the family trait. But I strongly suggest you don't test his patience with your ignorance. He meant every word he said." my mother said as I got up holding my broken nose, pouring with blood. She then handed me a glowing blue drink in a flask bottle and told me to drink it.

"what is this? And I now know to take him seriously. He just kicked my ass all over this place. Surprisingly I'm not dead yet." I said eagerly staring at the bottle.

She shoots another graceful smile at me. "It's a potion that'll heal your wounds back to normal. You're not dead yet because you are the offspring of a powerful person. You have the body to withstand damage others have to train hard for."

I lifted the bottle up to my lips and felt the liquid slide down smoother than water. A second later I felt my nose painlessly crack back into place and I felt better than ever.

"That was amazing! I feel like I can take another ass whooping again and still feel good!"

Right after I said that, I felt his presence behind me appear and he put his hand on my shoulder. My mother just put her hand over her face and chuckled at my stupidity.

"Good, then you start your training right NOW!"