Epic OC Backstory

To say that you were exhausted that day was a massive understatement. Your team lost a game earlier that week, so you brought it upon yourself as the captain to train and train harder. That means going home even later from school.

That specific day had been the most tiring, if you weren't mistaken. You kept "slacking off", as your coach put it, and the entire game you felt like the whole team was watching and judging your every move. Real pressure on your back there.

And what had made it arguably worse was that as soon as you began walking home, it started to rain. Badly. So you had to walk home, drenched in rain and miserably overstimulated with thunder screaming at your ears and your shoes soggy and squelching at every step you took.

And as the cherry on top, by the time you got home you were greeted by the lovely sounds of your parents fighting. You kept your head low as you sneaked past them, but unfortunately your father had noticed you and decided that you were the perfect object to lash out to.

It was the last time he would think that.

You couldn't remember what exactly happened. Not clearly, at least. One moment you were on the floor, being kicked in the guts by the man you called your father, and the next he was on the floor. Blood on the carpet and the bat gripped in your hands. Brain matter splattered into your shirt and the floor and the wall. His head disfigured and bashed in from the force of your bat.

You couldn't think clearly. There was only this feeling bubbling in your stomach, like an excited kid on Christmas day. It brought a grin to your face, your hands shaking from the pure glee and ecstasy as you looked at the bloodied, disfigured, and horrid body that used to be your father.

A screech interrupted your moment and you looked to the side to see the woman you called your mother staring at you. The look of pure horror and dread on her face was something you'd forever carve into your mind. You remember chasing her down to the kitchen. You remember hitting her on the head with your bloodied bat.

You remember watching her crawl away from you, legs too weak and mind too deep in terror to even think about standing up and running. You remember swinging your bat to her leg, then the other. The sounds of the bones crunching and cracking beneath the force were like music to your ears. The sounds of her screams and wails overpowered by the thunder outside, making your neighbours unaware of the atrocity happening.


You remember bashing her head with the bat. Once. Twice. Thrice. Again and again until that sweet ecstasy returned, clouding your judgment of good and evil. Why would you care anyways? The feeling of taking someone's life in the most horrible ways was too empowering, giving you a new sense of superiority and power,

You went on and on until you were satisfied, and by the time you were, the pristine cabinets and counters of your kitchen were painted red. Chunks of flesh and brain matter clung to the material as well as your already bloodied shirt. Your face was bloodied, though it isn't yours.

You heaved heavily, wiping the blood on your face with the sleeve of your shirt. Looking at your shaky hands, you cringed at the bloodied and definitely ruined bat. It was your favorite bat, too. You sighed and looked back at the disfigured body, then around your house.

You didn't want to stay here. You hated it here. You wanted to go somewhere where you felt like home.

Jeffery.

That's right, you can find him. You can find him and go run off. Just like you both had dreamed about. You can steal some money from your parent's bags and all and take a bus or two to Mandeville. It shouldn't take long, right? Then after that, you could-

"-spect is confirmed to be one of the two sons, Jeffery Woods. Police suspect the boy had brutally murdered his parents and attacked his brother at around 1:29 AM, then fled his house after."

The sounds of the news from the playing TV caught your attention. You looked at the bright screen to see a picture of the Woods family next to the woman on the news. "What..?"

You went over to the couch, sitting down and dropping your bat on the floor as you watched the news intently.

"Miraculously, the youngest son, Liu Woods survived the attack and is now being treated at the hospital."

Your gaze became empty as the news woman continued to talk about the incident. Why? Well- you know why, but why now? Did he finally snap just like you did? But why would he attack Liu? They were both so close, weren't they? Or did something happen? Did-

You felt the hand on your shoulder first before you heard the familiar voice.

"Boo."