Mark's Backstory/POV

     The only word that I really ever knew was darkness. I've been in it my entire life. I rarely feel true emotions. I hate it. I hate it so much. I grew up not having parents. I didn't know what parents were. I wasn't born. I was created. 

     Before I could even, open my eyes fully and see the outside world. I was in a lab being tested on. It's like I was forever imprisoned. They did multiple experiments on me, to created the perfect 'being'. Day after day, was pure torture. They would go from injecting me with needles to practically giving me surgeries. They had hundreds of test subjects. Many of them had died though throughout testing. Not many had survived all the way through. I was very fortunate. Probably too fortunate. It was like this for years and years. Painful experiments and no freedom what so ever. 

     Around the age of Eight, they had finally let me out of the same, locked up and cold chamber I sat in. I wasn't allowed to go far though. I suspected at Eight, they let everyone have a little freedom to move. I didn't understand a lot of people that were around me. Whether it be what they were saying, or why they were. I've kept to myself my whole life practically, scared of interacting with others. Just the thought of it. After all I've been through, I didn't want to. The other kids might make up games and play them in their spare time, but not me. I just watched. Too scared to say anything. It was lonesome. My paranoia was way too high. The scientist and others at the lab needed to do something about it I guess, because they forced me to interact with someone. They said his name was Jackson. He was a year older than me, being Nine. It was one of the lab researchers sons. I felt nauseous at the thought that I had to talk with him. I was scared of him too, but he did something no one else ever did. 

He smiled.

He smiled at me.

As someone as disgusting as me, that goes through all of these test and is practically a monster.. 

He actually smiled. 

     I felt tears creep up in my eyes. Shortly after, they spilled out. I had no idea what this was. What was this liquid substance coming from my eyes? Why was this happening??! It was the scariest thing I've ever experienced. I felt more nauseous than before. Jackson did something else I've never heard of too. He had wrapped his arms around my body and had pulled me close too. I asked what he was doing. It was strange to me. He said it was called a hug. I asked if it was dangerous. He said no, so I took his word for it. I didn't want to trust him, but there was just something about him that felt calming. For the first time in my life I felt safe. 

Safe..?

What did this word really mean though?

     I didn't know. It's a word that never appeared in my life. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. It has occurred more and more though. The word came more present each day. It was like a new side to life that I had never seen. Kind of like when you always choose the same song to play on repeat. I was discovering a new song that was just as great. Just as comforting. I had loved it. Jackson and me met every day up until I was Fourteen, moving on into Fifteen. It was the best.

     But every song ends.

     It can't last forever.

 It was only a week left until I was Fifteen, Jackson was Sixteen. One day when Jackson wasn't at the lab, I felt really sad. I had missed him. All of the others ignored me. I didn't mind though. As long as I had Jackson it was okay. I had decided to wonder around the lab more often that day, being quite bored. I heard a very familiar voice from one of the test labs, and followed the voice. My power had became activated at Thirteen, so I disguised myself as one of the lab researchers. I stood outside of the door, eavesdropping on the conversation. I listen closely. 

     Jackson was talking to the lab workers. He was taking about me. 

'Mark Tuan, he isn't progressing. I've done everything I can, but the annoying brat isn't good enough to be a true supernatural. He's another failure.' 

     What I heard was horrifying. I hated it. I hated Jackson. I had to do something, but I could do nothing except run and cry. Cry my eyes out.

     Why did I trust him?!! Why did I think I finally wasn't alone?! It was all pointless. I had to do something. I got an idea. 

     Kill the ruler. 

     Kill him and frame Jackson.

     If he wants to kill me off, I'll have to do it first. 

     I can't die. 

     I want to find a purpose. 

     If it's the last thing I do.

     I had a plan. A plan to sneak out of this dungeon and kill the Leader of the Vampire Realm, My power will help me with that. I can change my appearance. I can act as if I'm a guard at the royal palace. Or even better. Disguise myself as Jackson. It'll be perfect. I thought I had to do some research on the Leader, so I did. I sneak into the research lab and steal the papers with the information about the Leader of the Vampire Realm. I bring the papers back to my cellar and read the papers. I read the paper. 

NAME

Im Jae-Bum

DATE OF BIRTH

1/6/1996

AGE

Nineteen

HEIGHT

179 cm

WEIGHT

63 kg

NATIONALITY

Korean

BLOOD TYPE

A

YEARS RULED

Four

     I didn't read the rest, as it wasn't important to me. I decided to set out tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day where Im Jae-Bum dies, and is killed by Jackson Wang. I went to rest early that morning, and was going to set out at midnight. I did so, and was able to easily sneak out out that pitiful lab. I rushed to the palace, disguising myself as Jackson. He was over in the Wolf Realm, so he won't see me. I made my way to the palace, and entered. They greeted me, and I asked to speak to Leader Im Jae-Bum. I simply said I needed to talk with him about the progress of the supernaturals. They nodded an lead me up to the room. I smirk to myself as I open the door. Jaebum was sitting at the desk, with stacks of papers. He smiled. 

     "Ah, hello Jackson. Glad to see you again. Please, come sit." He says, motioning me over. I nod and sit across from him. 

     "I'd like to discuss something with you." 'I' say. 

     "The supernaturals?" Jaebum questions. 

     "Yes.. and something else." I say in response. 

     "What else, Jackson?" He says. My eyes grew dark.

     "Your death." I say as I appear behind Jaebum. He immediately tries to call for help, but it's useless. I cover his mouth with my hand to muffle his cries. I grab the knife out from my back pocket, where it was hidden. He squirms around violently as I speak to him, a mix of both mine and Jackson's voice. 

     "It is quite a shame I have to do this, but I have no other option. I wish I could've got to know you more. Sadly, I can't. The clock is ticking, but it looks like your time is up." I say, silting Jaebum's throat. As blood pours out everywhere, I step back. I didn't want blood on me, it could actually me caught. Just as the guards burst through the doors, I quickly break the glass through the window. I made sure they saw my face though. To confirm it was 'Jackson'. I hurry and dash through the forest. Once they lost me, I made my way back to the lab. I transform into a lab worker once again. I quickly make it past everyone and change back into myself. 

     It was a success. About a week later, Jackson was captured and executed. I attended the execution that day. I'm not sure if Jackson knew I did it or not. It only matters that he's dead. I found out a couple days later that he was a supernatural too. I'm not sure of his power though. But I had an idea. 

Wait reader, you may be wondering..

"Mark, if you don't wanna trust anyone then why do you always flirt with Jisung or whatever?" 

Well, that's for me to know and you to find out. 

Think about Jackson for a moment, you might get an idea. 

That's my story for you. 

Goodbye for now.