Back Story
Akuma was born, as any other child at the time, on Earth. There was nothing that made him any different than the other infants: he was completely normal. One day, when he was about four, he collapsed on the ground, put his hands on his head, and started screaming “It hurts…I can’t…”. His parents, horrified, brought him to the hospital. As they rushed through the double doors with Akuma in their arms, he screamed again, this time, differently. His voice had become higher, and it sounded like it was forced by something inside him, longing to escape. His parents ran even faster to the desk. “Please, help our son…we don’t know what’s happening to him, and I don’t know how much more he can take…” they begged, and eventually, the receptionist gave in, all while Akuma was screaming. The doctor set him up with the equipment and ran a few tests on him. Even one of the most skilled doctors couldn’t find out why Akuma was screaming. While the doctor was talking to Akuma’s parents, he glanced over at Akuma. The doctor stopped talking and turned toward the bed with a horrified face. Akuma had grown shini9g black horns, and was no longer screaming.In fact, Akuma was sleeping contently, but as soon as the doctor had looked at him, his eyes had opened. Akuma had stood up and gotten out of the hospital bed.The doctor noticed that Akuma’s eyes were different. They were completely white, except for one black slit in the middle. Akuma walked toward the doctor. The doctor slowly backed away, while Akuma stared at him. The doctor had reached over to a table and grabbed a surgical knife. Akuma did not seem to notice the doctor’s newfound weapon. But Akuma’s mother said “Why do… you have a knife? What are you going to do to him?!?”
The doctor turned toward Akuma’s mother. “Oh, this isn’t for HIM. It’s for you two.”Akuma’s parents were, according to the news, murdered by a suspect that was not yet caught, or even determined. It had been the doctor.
Ongoing Story
Since then, Akuma had become separate from society. No one could know of his existence, he could not be associated with or discovered, and, worst of all, he could not do anything of his choice. He had stayed in the hospital ever since that week, and had stayed in the bed, without moving. He would simply stare at the ceiling and mutter to himself. kuma felt nothing. No pain, no sorrow, no emotion. His life went on like that, until he was finally discharged at the age of 17.
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