A Life Unknown

Life of Love?

Authors Note: This will be a triggering story. This contains violence, Child Abuse, Descriptive Gore, Explicit Language, and mentions of SA. I am not responsible if you chooses to read this past my warning. That aside, let's continue.

"Mama.....Mama..MamaMamaMama.Mama!!" The hyper kid was jumping by her desk, repeatedly trying to get her attention.
"What? Can't you see I'm fucking busy?" She snapped back, too stressed out with work to care, not even looking at her son. The kid paused for a minute, before looking back and saying. "I'm sorry Mama, I just wanted to show you a letter from my teacher." There was sorrow in his voice, regret for being excited and bugging his mother. He turned walking out of her office, with his head down.
      He went down the hallway a while, before being stopped.
"Hey kid, what's wrong?" A young lady in the dark uniform, the black and gold striped tight dress, showing her to be a medic's assistant, a good one at that. She leaned down, sitting on her knees in front of him. "I upset Mama wanting to show her something." He continued looking down, upset with himself about what was considered his mistake. The young lady paused for a moment, thinking about something, but also showing annoyance. "That's always terrible. What'd you want to show her? May I see?"
      The kids excitement immediately grew, showing the letter like he was given a prize." She started to read the letter keeping a smile as she finished reading. She gave the letter back to him, reaching out where he could come for a hug. "Top of your class already? Good job kiddo! You are doing so well, I'm so proud," He entered the hug, being held tight in her arms. "We should get you a reward. Come with me." She grabbed his hand, as he eagerly walked with her, walking down the rest of the hallway, to her small office.
      She had him sit at her desk, while she went to a filing cabinet grabbing a prize box, and the candy box. "Pick two from each, you deserve it." She kept a sweet motherly smile, he dug through the boxes, finding a necklace with a serpent shaped pendent, and a simple red jewel, he turned down the offer for candy, just interested in those two things. They ended up talking for a bit, before she was called back to work.
      He exited the office, knowing he needed to go find where his father was, to be assigned chores, and if he needed to do some of the occupational training. He started to walk down the long slate gray hallway, looking through the few doors to see if that was where he needed to go, he was pushed around a few times by the teenagers walking down the opposite ways, probably in a rush to get to the next assignments.
      He finally made it to the gym, a dark pavement floor, with occasional padding. Punching pags and other equipment on the far wall, an observers area by the door, and a fighting ring near the middle. That was where he found him. He stayed quiet, waiting by the door for his father to notice him. He was eventually called over, told to go where a few employees were training, work on a few fighting skills, and then finish up on whatever schoolwork he might have.
      He wasn't allowed to leave the gym area until he beat one of them in a quick fight. Everyone knew how wrong it was, having a kid fight an adult, and be expected to win, and there was no holding back, only rule was no guns. They had to fight with the knives. He wasn't allowed to touch the weapons though. That was always the rule. Just as everyone knew how much the kid hated this training, just did it for the slight chance of one of his parents to be proud. He always would rather work on something else. He preferred the knowledge factor of things, not head on violence.
      It was midnight by the time he was able to walk to his room. He should of stopped by the med bay. Just decided he'd rather finish school, he watched what the medics considered deadly or dangerous, that wasn't any of his wounds, so, all they'd do is bandage, maybe add something to numb it a bit. He spent the time looking at his bloodied hands. Knowing that for once, the blood wasn't all his.
      It was hours later, before he finally looked up, starting on his homework, and then going to bed. And the cycle repeats. Wake up, do the best in school, return 'home', get entirely ignored by his family, get comforted and talk to Lily, and then train, and finish homework. It continued like that for three years, and as it did, he got used to the violence, he was smart, deadly, and cold.