This is the story of Ender, his back story before he meet team yin yang. Fair warning, it’s sad.
My life, ruined by the hands of them. People I once trusted since I was young in the world. They treated me like I was an outcast, now I am an outcast. Nowhere to go in the world that I was left to die in. There has to be a reason why the gods let me live in a world that I suffer in. My life ruined when I was 10 years of age, I always used to help people and never ask a thing in return. Thinking the world was already heaven, before I was dammed by the leaders, all three leaders from the Ravens of D., the scar on my right hand burned from the fire had formed a symbol that the clan says that I was a creature with no soul. A creature with no soul was something that was to be dammed by the clan for they are the psychopaths that are dangerous to keep alive. It’s better to torture them for the things they will do in the future now, just for the fun of it.
They treated me like I was a toy to beat up, bleeding in pain, I would cry in pain every night, waiting to die. “Why wouldn’t the gods let me die? Am I really a creature? I just want my pain to stop.” I would say to myself. Then the night came, I was 12, I finally snapped. “They want a creature they tell stories about, they’ll have one then.” The next day was execution day since it was 2 years I was held captive and the age of 13 is too risky to keep alive, better to kill me now then latter. The guards came to the cellar, I was hiding under the bed with a pile of dirt making it look as if I escaped, “search in there” The guards came in, the sound I can her...it was there heart beats, its rising up higher as they were searching me, there scared. I came out under, I jumped on the first guard, with my teeth on his neck.
I bit so hard blood started gushing out of him, no longer a problem I look at the second guard. He took out a knife, “To hell with you” he tried to stab me but he missed, I jumped on his head and pulled it down to the cell door, smashing the door on him until he too stop screaming.
From then I learned something, “kill or be killed.” This is what they taught me when I was little, I ran as fast as I could towards the forest. I tripped on a cliff and fell towards the ground, I landed on a bush, and “AAAHHH!” my left leg…it snapped, bleeding in the bush. “I can’t move,” I just laid hopelessly there, people with rifles were hunting for me,
“Kill the creature,”
“Pull its teeth for killing the guards,”
“I’m going to make it suffer.” They never found me, I’m still stuck under a bush. Hours would go buy in the next day, it hurts so much from last night I can’t even cry anymore, “Is this how I die? Left here to rot in a ground to be never found, would the gods let me die? I should of chose death...why did I run, I don’t want to live anymore, would someone please find me and kill me?” I slowly start losing my senses, my body I only feel pain, it’s dead quiet to me, blood in my mouth, I start losing my vision of colors. And the Next thing that happened, I wish ‘he’ didn’t save me.
His name I will curse for days, a psychopathic scientist that used people as an experiments, his name…Lament. I wake in room, strapped down to the bed. I still can see anything, all I can do is wonder who saved me.
“Good morning test subject number 54. Your name will be Ender, for you will help me ‘end’ the lives of my enemies. You’re here because I found you in the forest, I learned what the town’s people have said about you and what you did. Murdered two guard in the most violent way possible, and I like that. I’ve been experimenting with animal behavior the last month or two, there is a way a human can have animal characteristics like smelling their prey, swimming like a shark, jumping from tree to tree like monkeys, and so on…”
“Why can’t I see,” said Ender.
“You lost so much blood, that you have gone blind, you will recover in a month. Speaking of blood, you recovers blood faster than a human can. That’s quite Interesting, I’ll have fun dissecting you and testing what you are. That’s enough talk, time to have fun testing your limits.”
“Wait, I don’t….stop it…AAAHHH!”
For that day on, lament has been testing my limits physically, mentally, and my spirit of escape broke down. I hate this, I hate pain, why do I suffer still in the world? Can’t I just die, can I even die? Is my life full of suffering in the world? Will someone please help me?
A month has passed by, I can finally see, and his face I will never forget who he is.
“Ah, you can see now. Good, the recreation of the new you is almost done. I have trained you mentally to use that rage side when I command you to. All I need is a field test on some targets of mine then you’re completed. The blood mix of hybrid animals in you should give stronger sense of smell, sight, and animal senses.”
“Die in hell you sick bastard…AAAHHH!” a sudden shock surged through me in my ears.
“Good, the dog whistle works wonderful on you. Now to erase your memory to make you the killer of some…friends.” I can only sit in still in this cage hoping there was a chance to live, is this what I was meant for? As a killer for people who are innocent? I don’t want this life…
”please…let me go, I don’t want to kill anybody…”
”but this is the fun part, the animal inside of you will lust in for killing and violence. You can’t change who you are, you are here to kill and your target is the name ‘Wolf’. You will…”
“Somebody say my name bitches?” said somebody.
“You, Ender…Kill her!”
A sudden surge of pain rushed through me. As I yell in pain my vision blurs and blood comes out of me, I now see, nothing.
As my eyes open in the open grounds of nature, I find myself free. “What? How?” I lean forward and a note fell on me. “Remember the name Wolf, for I am your goddess that freed you. I know when a fellow breed of wolf is injured from torture of the hands of evil lament. The wolf blood runs through you and you have a reason to live, stay alive to find your reason to live. From Wolf goddess of canines,” from then on I lived where I felt safe, not in human bastard’s territory, in forest area where it’s natural for me to live. I will find my purpose to live, until then…”it’s the person on the wanted poster, worth $15,000”…I live to fight another day. (And his eyes turn from green to yellow)