Fresh blood swarmed my nose, blocking the entrances of smells that would smell great.

This was caused by the student Autumn badly beaten up, tying him in a dark alley between two tall school buildings, hiding from any nearby students.

Autumn slapped the attacker across the face, watching him cough up in pain.

I and the members of Autumn stayed quiet, I noticed these students were uncomfortable and distraught from what they saw first hand.

"This is too much—" Faith whispered in disgust, looking away from the messed-up scene.

"So what? Killers and Bullies are the worst kinds of people, might as well bully them while we are at it" Autumn snapped.

In these types of moments, I always asked myself what I would feel like if I didn't have a robotic personality and had emotions behind every word I spoke out or thought, that's when I look at the other viewers and copy their exact emotions to understand the situation at best.

My empty, dark, cracked apart consciousness reflected in the back of my mind, whispering that what Autumn was doing is extremely wrong.

"Autumn, this isn't a great idea-" I went to say but was interrupted by a nasty presence.

"Like you have any consciousness, Caden" Autumn snarled at me, glaring at me, taking her attention off the tied up student.

"I may have no consciousness, I may have no soul left inside, I may be a robotic human but even I know this isn't the correct way of becoming a full-fledged human. This is called a monster and from my experiences, I know you're not that kind of girl" I responded, seeing her nudge a little bit as she thought twice about her decisions.

Autumn glimpsed at the student, then followed up by clenching her hands into a tight fist meanwhile she started grinding her teeth hard, she then looked back at me with a depressed look.

"Y-You don't understand my past!" Autumn stammered.

"I know I don't, but I'm very certain my past is worse than yours, Autumn. Maybe worst since I've been there from the very beginning" I coldly replied, feeling my hair flow with the wind as Autumn stepped back away from me in a scared tempting reaction.

Liana quickly untied the student, letting him go while Autumn was distracted on me the entire time, Liana followed in Autumn's direction, staring right at me like a reading book, a book where pages were ripped, leaving no trade but tiny evidence of who I was in the past.

The members from the student also looked at me, wondering who I really was, concerned about what I came from.

"If your past is so horrible, tell us about it then" Zane demanded.

"Yeah, tell us!" Taylor shouted, being joined in by Rose.

"My past Isn't a history book, nor is it the best thing" I answered, escaping from the stare, walking out from the gloomy shadows into the bright light.

Remembering my past is the worst thing that could happen to me, so many things ripped me apart into broken pieces, so many things were dropped on me, making me who I am now.

If the past is wanted, then I will give that past.

April 4th, 2098.

"Please, honey! Please leave him alone!" A broken female voice cried in agony.

My darkened vision awakens to a man looking directly at me, wearing a scientist outfit, having grey, receiving hair alongside his dark brown eyes, wearing round shaped glasses.

This figure handled 2ml syringe, occupied with white liquid inside the tube, it gave off a weird medicine smell, being overlapped by an offensive smell when a hand with a latex glove on, placed itself on my baby forehead as I whined loudly.

"Be quiet! You wanted our baby to be strong, right?!" The father snapped back.

"Yes, but not by injecting him with dangerous liquid" The Mother cried.

"Get lost then!" The father yelled, slapping the broken down female across her face, sending her collapsing onto the ground.

Continuing on his projects, he proceeded to dig that needle inside my veins, filling me up with weird feelings, it tingles through my veins to all around my body, making me twitch everywhere like bubbles escaping the bathwater.

Years went by and he still did it to me in a rough situation, reeking of alcohol and blood that scattered across the entire wall.

September 28th, 2113. Fifteen Years Later…

Kids my age stood in a line, wearing white clothing under a rooftop where everywhere was white, the ceiling was unclear to recognise how tall it was and guards in future tech armour stood in front of us, holding weapons against their chest.

At this point in time, my emotions completely vanished from existence, I was forced into a Government School where kids were tortured and beaten if they didn't listen to certain types of rules.

"I'm very proud of you all" My father chuckled, entering through the sliding doors.

He clapped his hands repeatedly, showing honest graduation towards us all, strolling his eyes through all fifty kids that froze in nervousness, he then looked at me with a massive grin across his face.

"My wonderful son has completed his Powers Task again" He chirped, approaching me with a smile that turned sinister when he grabbed onto my head, slamming me into the ground like a doll.

A picture of my mum stressing in her destroyed, depressing room was shown to me on his smashed screen phone, waving it around like a prize.

"Ain't she a beautiful mother?" My father asked me.

"Yes-" I went to say before a heavy hand slapped across my face, making me feel the stinging as my face swelled up to the shade red.

"DID I FUCKING SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?!" My hypocritical father screamed at me, kicking me into the ground, immediately abusing my undeveloped body with his nonstop stomps and kicking "YOU NOD WHEN THE ANSWER IS YES!" He added.

Some coughing and groaning later, I was dragged limbless into my prisoned bedroom where the only thing that wasn't white was the disgusting smell of an unclean toilet and a sink.

Bed bugs crawled around my bed since the matches weren't cleaned at all, mould appeared in corners of the small, cramped room I lived in monthly.

When this business of abusing powerful children went on breaks, the abusive relationships with my father never ended there, he was injecting and abusing me at home as well, adding to his collection when he could get his hands on my mother from any kind of useless excuse just to harm her already ruined life more.

The house stinks like sweat, alcohol drowned the floors, making it possible for anyone to move around in the old, rusty house, neighbours knew what was happening but couldn't help because my father was a part of the Government himself so he got away with everything.

Mum comes into my room at night times, she hugs me tight and cries into my empty soul, she knows this but knows that my innocence was still there, still waiting to be broken free from this harmful lifestyle.

"Don't worry, baby...I'm always here. We will make it out alive" She cried into my ears, sounding soothing under a whispered breath.

To Be Continued...