《Infested》 Prologue: Tormented [Prologue] I kneel over as I feel another punch pummel into my chest, forcefully pushing all the air out of my lungs. I cough and splutter up a small puddle of blood and mucus. As I am on the floor, my attacker continues to bombard me with a hailstorm of kicks to my stomach. I groan, then a tear rolls down from my eye onto my cheek. ¡°Haha! Look at this little bitch crying on the floor!¡± The one kicking me shouts. He is Brad. And oh boy is he a cunt. Day in day out him and his squad of his fucking freak friends punish me for my mere existence each and every day of my terrible life. No matter if I try to hide or fight back or tell on them; they still pursue me to make my life misery. It also doesn¡¯t help how they¡¯re all super-humans. Yep, that¡¯s right: super-humans. In this day and age it¡¯s pretty normal to be born with a specific thread of genes that enable one to commit super-human abilities or to contain super-human powers. In fact thirty years since the start of the super-human phase, you were 96.4% sure to be born with a super-human gene. Of course most of this percentage had the lowest ranking powers: an F ranked Gene. But as you got higher, the percentage of those who have powers decrease. Only a few have the highest possible ranks A. Even less have the supreme S rank. Knowing my shitty luck, I was born with zero super genes. Nothing. Nada. So due to that, it was an excuse for every other person to direct their hatred to me. My thought process was broken as I was thrown backwards in the air by a telekinesis push. As my body impacted with the ground I grunted as pain as I felt something crack in my body. ¡®Sounds like another rib broken¡¯ I think. ¡°Nice push Alex!¡± Brad announces as he high fives the telekinesis user. Alex was Brad¡¯s right-hand man. They were both tall and broad and popular with the ladies and admired by the boys in our school. Brad had dark brown hair combed backwards, in a slick style; whilst Alex had dirty blond hair that was cut short on the sides but sticking up at the top. The three others were simply just brain-dead idiots who followed the two in hopes of getting to a high level of popularity. Me on the other hand? Well first off, Im Rex. Short, slightly hunch back and puny compared to others. I had dark circles under my eyes from sleep deprivation and my brown eyes had lost all colour from the constant abuse I received. If not for my disturbing body posture, unkempt black hair lifeless eyes I might have been moderately approachable. But no: nature itself had fucked me since birth. I was the lowest of the low at school. Almost all students just ignored me or bullied me. Even the teachers failed to notice me sometimes. To make it worse I was the only one in the school who had no powers. Each and every class, the teachers had placed me at the back corner. If I had raised my hand to answer a question a teacher would simply ignore me or say something like, ¡°Oh, don¡¯t worry answering honey, we know you¡¯re less able.¡± ¡®Im not fucking mentally disabled you piece of shit; Id viciously think. Since this decade was the highest level of super genes every single school had incorporated super-power orientated lectures or subjects. Of course in all those subjects I¡¯d automatically receive a fail despite me not being able to participate in it. Even in non-super power sports, I was always the last to be picked or I would have to sit out and watch. Seven minutes had passed and the bullies had gotten bored of beating me up and leaved. As Brad leaved he viciously said, ¡°Remember to bring us your lunch money Zero Gene¡± That was my nickname of course. I would go and tell a teacher of my constant harassment but, they wouldn¡¯t do anything. I¡¯d go to the police, but they wouldn¡¯t believe me; who¡¯d believe someone who had no proof? Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.I looked at my cracked watch and it was five o clock. Since it was winter time, it was already dark. I sighed and muttered to myself, ¡°Time to go home.¡± I climbed the stairs to my apartment and as I reached my door the landlord appeared from behind me. He held out his hand, ¡°Rent money. Now.¡± I felt like crying. ¡°Ummm sir? Im really sorry, but I won¡¯t be able to make the payment today.¡± The landlord grimaced. ¡°This is the fifth time Rex. Why the fuck don¡¯t you have it?¡± ¡®Look at me you idiot! You can see I was beaten up and mugged as I am every day!¡¯ I wanted to say. ¡°Umm job was hard today and didn¡¯t get paid in full.¡± I lied. I put up a wry smile. The landlord had a smallest sign of sympathy as he gruffly responded, ¡°End of week. If not: you¡¯re out!¡± I nodded as I stuck my key into the door and entered my ¡®apartment¡¯. It was a tiny two room apartment with no bed. I had a dirty mattress on the floor opposite to a window facing out to watch the street where my door was. The walls were cardboard thin and were stained with smoke from a previous owner, there was no AC, neither a washing machine, so I had to go use one in a shop. In my kitchen there was a counter with a small gas oven and a single microwave on top of a one shelf fridge. In the kitchen was a small cupboard/ utility room where my bathtub was. It had no working hot water. I went over to my mattress avoiding the fridge knowing there was nothing in there. I let out a breath of air and threw myself on the couch, I reached for my TV remote and clicked to turn it on but then I realised I hadn¡¯t paid for the electricity bills. The year was 2031 yet I still had a TV from 2004. As I laid in my bed, I pondered about life until reaching the thought that made me slightly shocked. ¡°It was my 15th birthday today. Huh.¡± I whispered to myself. 7 years since my mum died of drug abuse and 5 years since my 2 year sister died of starvation or malnutrition. Since mum died I had to look after my younger born sister all by myself. During mum¡¯s pregnancy, she took a shit load of drugs due to my ¡®dad¡¯ abusing her constantly. Don¡¯t blame her to be honest. It seems her drug abuse is what caused me to have no super genes. Or just faulty family shared genes since none of my close family had superpowers. As soon as my dad found out I was born, he fucked off somewhere. Don¡¯t really care about him since I¡¯ve never met him. Since I was 8 I had to constantly work a part time job and live off a 2 year benefits system after that eventually worn off a few months before my sister died. Whilst I was taking a shower one day, I got out to find my sister on the floor, sickly pale. I should¡¯ve of took her to the doctors sooner when I saw her coughing a lot. When I found out she died from malnutrition from a lack of food, I didn¡¯t cry, nor laugh. I felt nothing. Just regret. For over a year, I self-harmed and was considering to save up for drugs. But I decided against, Ever since I¡¯ve been working my arse off at a fast-food joint that paid me half as much as any other ability user. Didn¡¯t matter any way since all my money got fucking stolen day after. As I slowly faded out of consciousness from lack of food and sleep, I repeatedly played the scenario of my cute little sister singing me my 10th birthday song. Chapter 1 [Chapter 1] 10 days later I was sitting in once another lecture, at the back of the class. I was slumped over, supporting my head with my right hand. For the first 10 minutes of the lesson, someone behind me kept kicking my chair but I just learnt to ignore these kind of things. The teacher who was giving the lecture today, was Mr Howards. He¡¯s a cunt. He hates me. Don¡¯t know why- well, probably my lack of powers that was required to participate in a fucking super power theory lesson. He was explaining some points that were not important to me, but due to boredom I tuned in. ¡°As you lot know, the existence of the super gene originated from 2012. It followed quickly after the appearance of the Symbiotes. Symbiotic parasytes origins are unknown to us but there¡¯s two primary types. The infected and the Genesis. The genesis are the original symbiotes, an unknown alien like species that seem to have evolved to strictly hunt and kill humans. Their mental capacity seems to range depending on the strains of the symbiote. But the ones most commonly found have the intelligence of an ape. Some may be even smarter than humans.¡± He stopped to regain his breath and carried on, ¡°After the attacks of the symbiotes, almost as if an evolutionary response had occurred, the super genes had been present in the new generation of children. The powers range widely but that will be discussed later. Anyways, symbiotes had a newly found enemy. So, with this, a pathogen was evolved that would infect victims and turn them into the infected. A highly dangerous, intelligent and adaptable being that would be able to respond and blend into a human environment. These infected seem to be in higher social hierarchy, normally symbiote commanders or leaders.¡± A couple of students were whispering in awe of this. ¡°Knowing this, do not expect all symbiotes to act as one big group. Some work solo, or fight against each other. They¡¯re truly barbaric.¡± ¡®That¡¯s what we humans do as well though?¡¯ I think to myself. ¡°The superhuman genes were now at the brink of molecular structure and enabled unworldly abilities. Those who were rank C and above were employed by the Hero Association or H.A for short. The H.A is a brave and valiant group of heroes who strive to keep the population safe and combat against the symbiotes.¡± ¡®That¡¯s strange. Im pretty sure this ¡°valiant and brave¡¯ group monopolise the hero market, whilst forcefully extracting large tax money from the population. As well as that in the news, I¡¯ve seen dozens of reports of heroes destroying whole city blocks whilst drunk or raping people and getting away with it. How the fuck do we fight against a hero who turns bad?¡¯ I pondered. Mr Howards carried on, ¡°Well of course, not every ability user decides to join the H.A. Some go rogue or do villainous work. And you know the kind of stuff villains do. I will not further explain this.¡± I shuddered as I remember reading yesterday¡¯s headline ¡®Electrical villain wipes out 10 000 in Africa.¡¯ ¡°However, here comes the point where it involves you lot! You may not know about this, but recently the H.A has worked with the government to produce a new hero education after the age of 16! After you finish the 6 remaining months of this education, you shall complete a test that can lead you to go into hero training! If you successfully complete 4 years of hero training, you will be released into public as a Class C hero. From then on up, you can get even higher and become famous if so desired¡± Mr Howards excitedly explains. Everyone else, gets happy and excited except me. ¡®Looks like I¡¯ll have to be a builder or something like that¡¯ I dread. ¡°So unless you have any questions, the lecture is over.¡± Mr Howards skims over the class, completely ignoring my hand up. I even shout out sir a few times but he completely blanks me. ¡°Go fuck yourself,¡± I whisper. ¡°SIR! SIR! REX JUST VERBALLY ASSAULTED YOU!¡± Some kid shouts behind me. I smirk as I slowly turn around to address him, ¡°Hah! Nice try, but sir doesn¡¯t care about me, he always igno-¡° I get cut off by Mr Howards responding, ¡°After this lesson is over Rex, get your ass out of my class. You are permanently disallowed from turning up to my lectures¡± The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. My eyes open up in shock, and get smaller as I feel multiple, prison-sentence worth emotions swirl around in my mind, I slowly detract my hand and lower my head. A couple people giggle but are stopped when one of the two class goddesses raises her delicate hand. Her name is Amber. And it suits her. Her long flowing hair is crimson red, the edges outlined with a darker shade of amber that perfectly balances with her eyes. Her pupils are a dark and mysterious orange colour; however they are not threatening but are enticing to the opposite sex. She is greatly admired from the girls and drooled upon from the males. She is quite short and petite and therefore lacks the maturity factory but makes up with that from her rather cute qualities. Her eyelashes are long and perfectly trimmed, whilst her lips are elegant and a soft shade of pink. ¡®Beautiful. Shame she¡¯s fucking bitch¡¯ I almost retract the thought as she begins to speak, but due to years of countless bullying I¡¯ve learned everyone¡¯s discrimination against me is relentless. She has always been the one that has ordered attacks on me or has always hated me for no apparent reason. I don¡¯t know what her fucking problem is but that fake smile she puts on pisses me off. She says, ¡°Sir, is there any pictures of these ¡®symbiotes¡¯. Surely they are nothing compared to my fire manipulation abilities.¡± Sir chuckles despite of her arrogance. ¡°Here¡¯s a clip for you sweaty¡± He smiles at her. ¡®What a fucking pedo¡¯ I think. Sir swipes a holographic screen on his desk and cranes his head behind him to the widescreen. Upon it is a scene of a block of buildings, home to suburban housing shops, alight on fire as to the right of the recording a 2 story building collapses in on itself. ¡°This is programme Hexagon News: We are reporting a live symbiote attack on the northern City A district!¡± The cameraman moves the camera to quickly scan across the carnage that is occurring. ¡®Huh City A huh? If I remember correctly, there¡¯s City A to Z now in the northern part of America. We decided upon that after removing country names and borders and replacing them with massive cities. Each one focusing on different parts of the economy. City Z is where H.A headquarters is.¡¯ The camera man reports to the reporter who is a mid-twenties blonde chick wearing a hexagon cap and a grey overcoat, She has a microphone by her mouth and his shaking in fear. As the cameraman and the reporter both start moving forward she says, ¡°This poorer district within City A has been under recent small magnitude attacks that were repelled by the local D-Police force but one of this force could not be repelled.¡± ¡®The D-police consisted of locals who were category D heroes who could handle small time attacks. They¡¯re power included things such as higher intelligence, heightened senses, or low-range elemental abilities. Fuckin useless if you ask me.¡¯ The cameraman pans the camera to a park, where the grass has burnt to a crisp, but the camera nearly falls out of the man¡¯s hands as a massive creature turns the corner. It is at least 7 meters tall and is a darkish green colour. It sprouts multiple squid like tentacles and its face is one of a shark like creature. It propels itself forward, using its tentacles to push of building walls, smashing and destroying the walls. It roars, as one of its tentacles picks up a car with ease and chucks it across the street, the vehicle smashing into a house. The camera woman screams and runs away whilst looking at the camera next to her, behind held by the running cameraman. ¡°This is a class 1 Heavy attack. Class 1 yet this power!¡± Once more the camera man looks behind him to a scene which makes him drop the camera. As it lays on the floor, filming the lower half of the scene, you can see a flying symbiote creature land. Its legs are humongous at least 3 metres wide and covered with scales. Just before you hear the camera shut off, you hear someone shout, ¡°Shit is a class 2!¡± The recording ends and everyone gasps. Even Amber is shocked. ¡°Class 1 and 2 are the weakest out of the total of 9 categories. That is why you must undergo training to combat against those who are symbiotic.¡± I chuckle and say, ¡°Haha, looks like you lot have to deal with that shit!¡± I already know Im getting beaten up after this class so I decide to say that anyway. Everyone looks at me, as they see me laughing whilst sprinting out the lecture. Chapter 2 [Chapter 2] As I reach my locker, panting I upon it up and feel something. It¡¯s a letter! Huh! My eyes open up in shock. I¡¯ve never once received a letter in school before. I look around: everyone else is still in class, so I don¡¯t have to worry about being assaulted yet. However, still pessimistic, I grab hold of the letter and tear it open. My eyes open up in shock. ¡°It¡¯s, it¡¯s a love letter?!¡± Im so shocked right now I can¡¯t even find the words to describe my emotions. I¡¯ve never had a declaration of love said towards me so I have no idea to react. However despite all this, I am not happy. Surely it must be a trick! No way would someone declare love to me. As I grimace and turn towards the bin, I notice something its handwriting is very similar to one of my only friend in this school. Anna. The other goddess to oppose Amber. She is on the peak of appearance and intelligence and therefore a role model for all of those. Despite all her love confessions, she¡¯s denied all of them. She is a few inches taller than me, but is almost the opposite of Amber. She is more mature, physically, especially around the chest area. Her face is well defined; that of a young woman. Her eyes are sharp and vigilant, yet have a humble blue. Her mouth is petite and strangely attractive. She is quite pale, probably from a British Heritage. She has long black flowing hair that curl towards the end. And she is the only one that is nice to me at this school. She would always greet me, or help me with my homework despite me saying no. She addresses me kindly and has even repelled bullies before. For the first time in what has seemed eternity, a small flicker of light appears in my mind and a small widens across my face. Oh and she is gifted with a rank B ability at birth! She can see through walls. Whether she wants to see people, or objects she can do it. As I slowly turn to put it into my bag, I feel a hand quickly grab mine and snatch the letter out of it. I gasp as I try to grab it back, but I am thrown roughly into a wall of lockers at the end of the room. As I open my eyes I am shocked to see it is. ¡°Anna?!¡± I am surprised. What the hell? How was I so easily thrown by a girl who must be half of my weight? Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. She smiles wickedly and speaks with a harsh voice, ¡°What the fuck do you think you were doing with my letter?¡± ¡°W-what? I don¡¯t understand? You- you put it in my locker, Anna?¡± I respond. ¡°Don¡¯t speak of my name so casually you weirdo! I meant to put it into Richard¡¯s locker.¡± ¡°Richard¡¯s?¡± Then I realise, his is right next to mine. I slowly stand up and my eyes droop. Of course it was fucking Richard, not me. The year above us, he¡¯s one of the most attractive and appealing boys. Tall and popular, with blonde hair that fringes over his forehead. Deep blue eyes just like Anna¡¯s. I knew it was too good to be true. Depression, slowly taking over me, I respond, ¡°But Anna why are you being so harsh. I-Im sorry for making a mistake¡± As I am talking I realise that my legs are shivering. Im scared?! Of a girl? God Im fucking pathetic. ¡°Why am I harsh? God you have got to be kidding me!¡± Her eyes are no longer the radiant blue but now darkening, her sneer spreading across her frowning face. She continues, ¡°Do you honestly think, I¡¯d talk to some hunch back like you?! Haha! Think about it. When was the only place I¡¯d talk to you?¡± I think about it now. ¡°The lo-¡° ¡°Shut up!¡± She shouts and reflexively, I cower. ¡°I always talk to you when you¡¯re at your locker when you¡¯re near Richard! You serve as a perfect excuse to get closer to him!¡± I shudder. ¡°So, so? Our friendship? It meant nothing? It-¡° She interrupts me, ¡°Pfff! Our friendship! It-¡°She stops and she turns around. Suddenly she threw herself on the floor whilst ripping up the letter. I look at her in surprise. ¡°What are you-¡°I begin to say but I stop as I see Richard turn the corner facing me above Anna looking angry whilst she is on the floor cowering. She screams. ¡®It looks like I¡¯ve attacked her, doesn¡¯t it?¡¯ I almost laugh at the irony of the situation. Chapter 3 [Chapter 3] ¡°What the hell is going on here?¡± Richard shouts. I start to explain but I¡¯m cut off by Anna. ¡°Help me Richard! I just wanted to give you a letter, but Rex just suddenly assaulted me and ripped it up.¡± She starts fake crying. ¡°What the hell?!¡± I continue, ¡°You attacked me! I-¡° I am pushed down, as I feel the air around me condense and my legs buckle. I try to stay standing but no avail. I grunt under the pain, of my legs forcibly collapsing. My eyes wander over to Richard who has extended his hand and is forcing me down. Gravity Control. Richard hurries to Anna who is still pretending to cry. He helps her up and she acts like she is hurt. Finally he stops the gravity assault and I slowly stand up. ¡°You freak! Anna is always so nice to you, yet you treat her like this?¡± He shouts at me. I feel tears coming down my cheeks. As Richard shouts I see multiple students come out of lessons and head down the stairs to the locker rooms. The first among the arriving students notice that I¡¯ve attacked Anna and start whispering amongst themselves. They circle us chanting and hissing at me. ¡°I swear! I didn¡¯t¡­ I didn¡¯t do anything! She attacked me!¡± But of course no one believes me. Why would they? But then suddenly an idea pops into my head as I see the Janitor approaching. ¡°Janitor! Show me the recording of the locker rooms to prove im innocent¡± I weakly shout out. I feel my nose clogging up. He grunts and takes out a small device which then projects an image of the locker rooms. But as he does that, I notice one of Anna¡¯s friends, Patrice, flicks her hand outwards, sending small rays towards the projection. It seems Im the only one who sees this. Before I can shout that Patrice has electrically modified the recording using her powers, everyone is silent as they see a fake recording of me pushing Anna and ripping up the letter. Everyone gasps, even the Janitor looks at me in disgust. ¡°No! NO! That¡¯s fake! She changed it!¡± I try to go towards Patrice, but she puts up the same damsel in distress act. ¡°Ge-get away from me!¡± She weakly says. But I see her smirk. I feel the gravity around me increase again as I am pushed to my knees. I feel my trousers moistening as my pee flows down my legs. I see Brad and Alex in the Crowd. They snicker and point at me. ¡®Fucking pathetic¡¯ I think. I see two teachers walk past. One of them suddenly stops, but one of them reminds the other that it¡¯s only me. As all this happens around me, I just kneel there, my skin and bones burning from the gravity. I want to defend myself but I cannot. I have always been like this. Powerless. Couldn¡¯t protect my sister and now myself. ¡®Why Me?¡¯ I think. Suddenly I see principle Sanders approach. He declares silence by creating subtle shockwave produced by the click of his fingers. Everyone silences. ¡®Yes! Principle surely realises that this is all just BS!¡¯ I think. ¡°REX! Is it true that you assaulted Miss Reigns here?¡± He points to Anne. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.I open my mouth to respond, but feel a flow of powerful mind manipulation attack my brain. I try to resist but it¡¯s too powerful. It causes my nerve impulses to keep my mouth shut. Someone in the crowd has silenced me! I desperately try to respond but nothing comes out. ¡°If you do not respond, Rex, then I am charging you of attack Anne and therefore expulsion will be imminent.¡± My forehead is sweating profusely and I am grinding my teeth desperately trying to respond. But I give up. There¡¯s no point is there? My mind becomes empty, as I become devoid of emotion. Until the Principle says this, ¡°Rex. Im really ashamed of you. Im sure your parents would be as well.¡± As he says that an inextinguishable flame burnt up inside me. Raw undying fury, second to none, something that would not give mercy. Vengeful thoughts flew through my brain as I clenched my fists despite the effects I had undertaken. Everyone, everyone I had ever cared for has disappeared. Everyone, has betrayed me. Those most loyal to me have ceased to exist. No emotions could compare to the one emotion I felt now. Some say Love is the most powerful and thought provoking thought one could feel. But people who say that are goddamn liars. Every single fucking one of them. Hatred, one fuelled by experiences that could be enough for a lifetime repeatedly played through me. The bickering, whispering and giggling carried on around me. Constantly. Non-stop. ¡®This guy¡¯s such a weirdo¡¯ ¡®What a perv; attack Anna like that¡¯ ¡®Fuckin hunchback¡¯ ¡®Hah! Deserves it¡¯ I heard all of them. They didn¡¯t care? But then again. Why should they. Despite the constant force that buckled my knees, I slowly stood up to the surprise of Richard. ¡°SHUT UP!¡± I screamed as loud as I could. It broke the seal that was on my mouth. People gasped and stood silent. Even the principle was surprised. My voice was trembling. ¡°All of you!¡± I begin, directing my eyes to everyone. ¡°All of you! Made me feel pain and torture that no one should ever feel in a single lifetime.¡± I am breathing heavily. ¡°But I swear¡­ I swear on whatever fucking god there is out there. All of you who have made me subject to your hatred.¡± In a contradiction, to my previous tone, I was calm when I said this, ¡°Those who have opposed me. Will. Pay. The pain you will experience. Will shock you.¡± I stop and stare at Anna. She shudders despite her confidence. ¡°And after I¡¯m done with you.¡± I barley whisper the next part, ¡°You will wish, that you were dead.¡± Everyone is silenced. As I pass everyone, I turn to Richard. Nearly crying I say, ¡°Oh and Anna¡¯s favourite food is cupcakes.¡± ¡®Unless she fucking lied about that as well¡¯ I thought. *uploaded for tomorrow due to me have RL things to sort out! Tomorrow night I might decide to upload the next 2 chapters for christmas eve and christmas day in advance.* *Sorry for the constant text size difference in each chapter. I cant bloody figure out how to keep it the exact same each chapter because I write the initial chapters in Microsoft Word, the copy them over.* Chapter 4 [Chapter 4] I stumble away from school after this. I look around me. Everything is darker than usual. There is no light in this world. I begin chuckling crazily to myself- tears begin to well up in my eyes. I decide not to go home tonight and instead head up to the country fields in the west. It¡¯s about a 10 minute walk. As I walk past a shop window, I fail to notice the news headlines that read, ¡°Stay indoors tonight! D-Force, following by B ranked heroes will be deployed to City J tonight to prevent the attack of an unclassified attack!¡± City J is my city. By the times I head to the fields it is nearing night. The sky turns a spectrum of different beautiful colours. I lay down on the grass underneath a tree, staring up at the developing stars. But as it get darker, my thoughts return to become darker as well. Looped images of my sister, my mother that I never met, people mocking me, nursery children laughing at me. Everything. I tried to cry. I wanted to. But I couldn¡¯t. I tried to be happy. But I couldn¡¯t do that either. I curl up in a ball and the evil thoughts are at their climax. Out of nowhere, sharp pains attack me. I don¡¯t know what from. But I can feel it; like ice cold picks slamming into my head. I grab my neck and start screaming as hard as I can. It hurts so much. I try thinking peaceful thoughts, but they are replaced by thoughts of evil. The pains are non-stopping attacking me from all my sides. It feels as if my hair is being pulled out and replaced individually. I try fumbling for my phone in my pocket but my hands are paralysed. I lay there on the ground groaning in pain until I see a light in the air so bright that it blinds me. Suddenly, as I lay on the floor paralysed, I see something dark and the size of a small rat approach me. I try to follow it as it scuttles to the right of me but I cannot train my head in that angle. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Without warning, the rat disappears in a puff of black smoke and is replaced with a long snake like creature. It is at least 10 meters long, and its head is the size of a football. It slithers on top of me, the texture of its skin like sandpaper. As it goes onto my chest, I try screaming but no sound escapes. Its bright purple eyes stare into mine, I stare into its. ¡°Youuuu feeeeelllll haaaatreeeeeddd¡± It hisses. I am nearly at the brink for passing out from the sharp pains that are still persistently stabbing me. ¡°Itt huuuuuuurrrrrtssssss, yesssss?¡± I have just enough energy to nod. It laughs, a cackling like sound and continues. ¡°I ammmmm aa symbiooottteeeeeee.¡± I gasp. But I still can¡¯t speak. ¡°Youuuuu areeee devoiiiiiid of emmoooottttiioooons exceppptttt hatreeedddd. You possseessssss potentiallllllll.¡± I do not feel like agreeing with it, but it is true. ¡°Youuuuuu areeee worrthhhhy of innnhhhhheeerriting my powerrrrrr. Do with itttttt, As youuuuu waaaaant. Buttt be waryyyy.¡± The snake¡¯s mouth moves right next to my ear, ¡°Ittt requiiiiireeeessss a sacriiiiifffiiiice¡± I try to scream out ¡°NO!¡± but I cannot speak. Everything is in black and white, and I no longer feel the pain but just a tingling feeling across my body. The snake¡¯s mouth latches onto my right bicep. I feel the sharp teeth dig into my flesh, cracking my bones. I try to scream, but instead a small whimper comes out. I feel it pull back, ripping out my right arm; my bone is forcefully torn out of its socket. The sudden climax of pain sends me into unconsciousness. *For christmas eve* Chapter 5 [Chapter 5] 5 days later My eyes flutter open. The first thing I see is a fly right next to my face. I shout in surprise and swipe my left hand in front of my face. But then I realise, as my eyes go out of focus, the fly is in fact a few hundred meters above me in the sky. ¡°What the hell?¡± My eyes open as I listen to my voice. ¡°I sound a lot¡­ deeper?¡± I say to myself. I train my mind back and remember when the snake bit off my¡­ arm! Almost instantly, I bring my right arm in front of my eyes. ¡®What. The. Fuck¡¯ My right arm is black? Like pitch Black. It¡¯s roughly the same size as my old arm but slightly bigger. Upon my forearm, there is layers upon layers of entwining scales, each one serrated with a slight red outline. As I rotate my hand I see my fingers have sharp and pointed edges; my nails are like those of a lion or a wolf. On my knuckles, are small horns that point upwards? They are about 2 inches tall. On my elbow is a bone like spike that is at least a foot long that protrudes outwards. My shoulder, is covered by a shoulder-pad with the same structure as the elbow spike. I¡¯m panting right now. What the hell is up with my arm? To my shock, something speaks in my head. ¡®Your Body is weak, but has potential. Train yourself! Train to join the Hero Academy next year! With strength comes the ability to dictate who lives and who receives your rage. This power is yours and yours to control. With this I leave you with one last message: If you succumb yourself to hatred: then be prepared to face the consequences.¡¯ ¡°Wait! What? What do you mean be prepared for the consequences? And how am I supposed to train?¡± I shouted out. But no response. To be honest, I didn¡¯t expect one. I slowly stood up; whilst my eyes peered down at the state of my detonated clothes. ¡®How long have I been here?¡¯ I thought to myself. I brought my right arm to look at my watch but I realised it had disappeared along with the whole of my right hand. I looked around on the floor for it. Then I realised how retarded that idea was and decided the first place to go back to was my apartment. I concealed my right arm as best I could, but it was difficult. After 30 minutes of walking, I reached the front door of my apartment. I reached out to turn the handle, but as soon as I grabbed the handle, my land lord turned the corner. As soon as he saw me I knew I was fucked so I burst in and slammed the door behind me. ¡®Best not to use my right arm until I realize what the fuck¡¯s up with it.¡¯ I thought. As I walked to my mattress I passed the window, and had to do a double take. I was still the same height and such but I was no longer hunched. The circles had also disappeared from under my eyes. Eyes! As I stared into the mirror I saw that two eyes that stared back to me were pure red. Redder than the bitch¡¯s Amber! And her fucking name meant red! This was Rosso corsa red! And my hair! It¡¯s showing signs of unkemptness but its pure white! Why? My heart began to beat faster and faster and I gained a cold sweat- In order to calm myself down, I threw myself on the bed. Alright, let me try googling it. First I searched for red eyes. The only thing that came up was vampires and eye rash. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ¡®Well recently I haven¡¯t felt a fucking lust for blood and I ain¡¯t crying out blood. So it can¡¯t be either!¡¯ The only thing that came up was that the legendary rank 10, otherwise known as unranked, symbiote had red eyes. I googled pictures of this ¡°unranked¡± but the only thing that came up was badly photoshopped pictures. I kissed my teeth, and then searched up my white hair. After 30 minutes of researching I came to a plausible reason to my hair colouration. Marie Antoinette syndrome Was the headline of the website. I scrolled down on my phone and I saw the reasons. ¡°Due to extreme amounts of stress, pain, anguish, depression or fear, the discolouration of hair shall occur. The whitening of the hair also results in the discolouration of¡­ ¡°PUBIC HAIR!¡± I accidently screamed out too loud. I looked into my pants. ¡®Oh my fucking God. My hair¡­¡¯ I fell back onto my mattress and looked at my arm. Then it hit me. I begin to speak out loud, ¡°So if that snake thing, was an extremely powerful symbiote. Doesn¡¯t that mean he spread his ¡®legacy¡¯ onto me? I mean he did say I was applicable for his powers? Doesn¡¯t that mean¡­¡± I stopped to gasp, ¡°I¡¯m part symbiote?!¡± 1 Day Later¡­ Through hours of extensive research, I¡¯d figured out the several abilities of Symbiotes. I searched up cases of half-human half-symbiotes but nothing came up. The closest to that was infected, however they had their minds taken over by the symbiote. From my encounter with the fly and research I¡¯ve realised I have heightened senses as well as invulnerability on my right hand, which I later tested by ramming a knife into it. The knife shattered. ¡°I still have no ideas on why my eyes are red, and the strength of my arm.¡± I thought aloud. Upon thinking about the word ¡°strength¡± I remember the voice stating that I have to train. From my calendar I have 8 months till the Test to figure out whether I can go to the Academy. Why I want to go to the Academy? I have no idea. But with my status as a half symbiote, I can¡¯t find an ordinary job; however If this arm grants me powers I could possibly find a livable job from the HA. Or even better became a mercenary and hunt down those so called ¡°heroes¡±. The heroes of today were the ones who bullied and picked on ordinary people or people with low powers. As I was thinking of this I came to a conclusion. ¡°After these 8 months: I¡¯m gonna see those punks again.¡± I was tightly holding onto my kitchen desk. Out of anger, I clenched tighter, and the solid stone, snapped. Authors Note: Since most of the population is rank F, they do not have enough power to defend against high class villains, therefore relying on higher power heroes to defend them. *For Christmas day* *Merry Christmas!*