~Trying my hand out at making my own story :3
Naerick laid sprawling on the ground, staring at the ants that crawled on the tree root pillow that he had the fortune to plant his face on. Feeling heat gradually flowing out of his body from the big gash across his stomach, Naerick thought about just the suddenness of it all.
He was a very smart kid back then, and because of his intelligence, he managed to outlive the rest of his peers. Naerick was an orphan, and he didn’t even know who his parents were. The orphanage that took him in had him in its clutches before he was even able to walk properly.
He grew up in the suburbs of a very violent city, and it didn’t help that he lived in a place where he, along with the other orphans, were forced to haul massive vats of chemicals twice their weight to the huge machinery that fabricated profit for the ‘orphanage’ owners. Oftentimes, Naerick would be ordered to dispose of ‘broken tools’ into the garbage grinder because he was the most obedient one. …show more content…
The factory and its chemical fumes were his home for a very long time, and his life there consisted of nothing but waking up, eating slop, working, and sleeping. It was an endless cycle that continued unabated until the orphanage sold him to a sadistic creature unfit to be called a human.
All he remembered of that time period was pain and rage, lots and lots of torment. Different from his time at the ‘orphanage’, the sadistic fat pig of a man took to torturing him and the rest of the kids that he bought as a