Where No Man Has Dared Tread Before

[DarthBindo]

Akame's life was okay. No, wait, scratch that.
It sucked. It sucked to a degree henceforth unknown to any man, woman, child, half cat man, or weird alien species.
He was beaten. Regularly. Probably could have put a schedule on it. His mother whored it out every day in his parents bedroom while his dad was off getting drunk. Half his class at school, on the offchance he ever actually managed to go, were the children of Xenos. And flaming red hair, sharp eyes and a name like Akame ó Dubhuir didn't exactly endear you to Xeno children. Most hated him, and none of the others would dare to say anything to him besides, "I betcha your mommy's a dirty Kusari whore!", and that really hurt, mostly beacuse it was true.
Wasn't a day gone by he didn't have a mass of fresh bruises, or his back and hands slashed to hell by a belt or a rope.
So. His life sucked about as bad as it could possibly suck, worse than any other suck in the entire history of suckitude, which is pretty long, and encompasses whole wars full of pure suckitude.
It was so bad that it cannot be described completely. The only way to truly understand it would be to live it, and that would most likely end at the bottom of a tall cliff.
But Dubhuir didn't kill himself, mostly beacuse, having experienced nothing else, he couldn't understand just how bad a hand life had dealt him.
So, he went on, living in this horrific pit of sheer suckitude, and managed to learn some skills.
Useful skills they were. How to fight, how to run, how to jump and climb, and hide. Recognizing voices, the power of knowledge, how to successfully blackmail someone. Things you need, to survive where everyone hates you. And most important of all, he learned how not to feel, how to simply ignore the pain and suffering, the insults and sheer agony. He learned how to feel nothing.
So. It sucked, really badly. And then, the Xenos came.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|