I'll never forget the day my life changed forever. It was the day I discovered the true meaning of betrayal. Loneliness had long been my companion, a constant ache in my heart. Growing up, I never had a role model to look up to, no beacon of hope to guide me. My father was too busy wasting his life away at The Drunken Beer Bar, drowning his sorrows in a sea of booze.
I was forced to fend for myself, scrounging for food and shelter. My existence was a mere struggle to survive, devoid of dreams or inspiration. But amidst the darkness, a spark within me refused to die. I had a vision - a glimmer of hope that I could rise above my circumstances, that I could become something more.
Through sheer determination and hard work, that vision began to take shape. I found solace in my friendships with Chiyo and Hiroko, and even my teachers took notice of my efforts. For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged.
But it all came crashing down when a mysterious flame erupted from my hand. I was in an art classroom with my friends when it happened. Chiyo's screams still echo in my mind as he rushed to get help. Hiroko was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak.
The flames raged on, defying all logic. Buckets of water only seemed to fuel the inferno, and soon the room was engulfed. That's when the teachers arrived, followed by the FBI. My father stumbled onto the scene, reeking of booze and confusion.
As the chaos subsided, I was left standing, unscathed but shaken. The FBI agents took me into custody, tossing me into a caged metal box in the back of a swat truck. Their questions were laced with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
But it wasn't until they discovered my unique DNA sequence that the government's interest in me became an obsession. They offered my father a hefty sum of money - 600 million - in exchange for my "cooperation." The bastard didn't hesitate, selling me out like a commodity.
As I listened to the voices on the other side of the speakers, I realized that everyone I trusted had betrayed me. My friends, my teachers - all of them had been bought off by the government. The pain and anger simmering within me began to boil over.
But there was one person who refused to be swayed - my grandfather. His defiance was short-lived, however, as the government silenced him permanently. The news of his death crushed me, leaving me with a deep-seated resentment that would become my driving force.
As I sat in that underground prison, surrounded by the cold, dark waters of the ocean, I vowed to escape and make those who betrayed me pay. My resentment had become my reason to live, fueling a burning desire for revenge that would one day consume me whole.
The torture was relentless, a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. They threw everything at me: mental attacks, physical torment, and emotional manipulation. I was trapped in a living nightmare, subjected to unspeakable experiments and confined to tubes and pipes like a lab rat.
Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford. My captors ensured that I was always on edge, my senses shattered by the constant barrage of agony. But with each passing day, my rage grew. The flames that had first erupted from my hand now raged within me, a burning fury that threatened to consume me whole.
Despite my best efforts, I couldn't escape the hellhole. The flames that had become my trademark seemed to be the only thing that kept me sane, a reminder that I still had a spark of life within me. And so, I began to plan my revenge, nurturing the embers of hatred that burned within my heart.
Years passed, an eternity of suffering and torment. But I never gave up hope. I waited, patiently biding my time, until finally, I saw my chance. A glimmer of opportunity presented itself, and I seized it, my heart burning with anticipation.
The day of my escape had finally arrived. I would soon be free to unleash my wrath upon those who had betrayed me. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and my flames danced with excitement. The betrayers would soon know my true power, and they would burn for their treachery.