When I was very small, my parents became drunks, and I suffered quite a tragic childhood. I ended up growing a very explosive temper due to my sorrow, and dedicated my horrid life to growing stronger, no matter what. After becoming a master swordsman at the young age of seven, I seeked ways to increase my strength, but I had already mastered the average weapons sold in town.
One day, however, I came upon a stand selling black spheres. I asked the salesman what they were, and he told me that they were called Dark Spheres, and that they would make the Cyberu who uses it thousands of times more powerful than before. Powerthirsty as ever, I quickly bought one, and, so anxious to test out my new weapon, I didn't wait until I was in an isolated area, and used it in public.
That was a mistake. Pain shot through my body, and the darkness enveloped me in a blanket of pure malevolence. I screamed in pain as the thirst for blood began to swim around in my mind. As soon as the agony ended, I stood up, drunken with the urge to kill... anything... as long as there was death, it didn't matter.
In short, I did. I killed anything that I came across, ruthlessly slaughtering it with my new power. It felt so good--like a cold drink after a mile-run. At the end of a long day of murder, I stumbled into my home. My parents, intoxicated as usual, didn't even noticed the bloodstained blade.
As I grew older, my hatred and anger grew worse. By the time I matured, my old friends could barely even recognize me... How could they? I had become a monster. Since I had grown so destructive, I decided against going to college; it would be just as torturous as school had been through all those endless years.
So, as soon as I got out of school, I ran away from home. I just couldn't stand being confined in that prison any longer. However, after a few days without food, I couldn't even stand up anymore. I collapsed, and waited to simply die, and finally end this torturous hell that I once considered to be a life.
Though I did faint, someone had found me lying there, and had brought me to their home, for I awoke in a fresh bed. Oh, how wondrous it felt to be in a clean bed again... I hadn't felt something so lovely in fifteen years.
I soon found out that a teenager named MegaMan was responsible for rescuing me, and after knowing that a person on this earth genuinely cared about me, I was able to overcome the true darkness in my heart, though some scars of evil remained.
Grateful to MegaMan, I agreed to be his brother, but soon found out that his powers were anything but adequate. Though I often make fun of him, and sometimes even injur him due to his pitiful strength, deep inside of my heart, there is a true respect for him... the boy that rescued me when I was weak... the boy who rescued me from myself.
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