Blood, that was the first thing the boy saw as his eyes lit up with consciousness, not a mother nor a father, but blood.
This 13 year old boy the size of an average human male, had just finished tearing the intestines out of a man that had tried to rob him, though he never knew this as it was the first time he had every seen, heard, felt, nor understood anything, but, his memories from the previous 13 years finally came rushing into his head, he screamed in guttural pain as he stumbled and crashed unto the wet murky ground of the alley way.
He struggled to open his eyes as pain racked his brain, but he vaguely made out a pitch black figure whose form absorbed all the light around it.
The it began to speak.
"This is the last time," it began, "You've drained me of my everything. After today, I won't be able to give you anything more than the basic knowledge needed to survive, as...." The dark figure paused, resting its head in the palm of its hands,
"as I won't be as sentient as I am now. Please understand, My Lord. You've taken too much from me; I won't be the same as I am now. I will be like a rock, an object."
As the figure finished that thought, a crack of light began tearing at it's body, then another and another.
"It has begun," the figure said in a somber tone. " I only hope that I will prove useful to you in whatever new form I take. Goodbye, My Lord."
A light that threatened to blind the boy consumed the figure's body and filled the alleyway, leaving a silver mirror at the spot the figure once stood.
Then the boy, still astonished by what had just occurred, gathered his thoughts and rose to his feet as the pain subsided. In that instance, the silver mirror flew into the boy's hands,
"What the--!" The boy exclaimed as he swung his hands in shock, only to realize that the mirror was stuck to his right hand as if someone welded it to his hand.
"What the hell!?" The boy exclaimed, his tone now calmer than expected for his situation. "Why won't this damn thing get off?"'
It was then that the memories came back, although they were more natural and less chaotic this time.
He remembered running away with a bag of valuables in his hand. He was running from a man with a knife, clearly the man was aiming to kill him and take away his valuables. They ran for sometime until the boy begam to lose his breath and stumbled on a dead rat and collapsed on his face.
The man pounced on him and stabbed him in the back. The boy screamed and began flaring about like a rampaging animal, the man repeatedly stabbed him in the back,the knife sinking deeper and deeper, but the boy only became more and more monstrous.
He managed to escape the man's grasp with an elbow to the man's chin and by tearing away at his thigh. The second the boy got onto his feet, he went on all fours and pounced on the man, ripping and tearing at him, only stopping when the boy began to regain consciousness.
The boy turned to look at the corpse of the man. It was a gruelling sight, his intestines were spewing out of his body, and the majority of his face was completely deprived of any skin or muscle and his skull was brutally tore open; you could even see that apart of his brain was torn off, the majority of his body below the knee was gone. The boy only stared blankly at this sight as he felt nothing for a thief who was willing to kill someone for pocket change and some spoiled food.
He then turned to the mirror and stared at it, remembering the words of that figure.
"I won't be able to give you anything more than the basic knowledge needed to survive."
"Who was that?" The boy questioned.
"I won't be as sentient as I am now. Please understand, my lord,"
"What was he talking about?, My Lord?"
"I won't be the same as I am now. I will be like a rock, an object."
"An object?" The boy pondered at the mirror in his hand. He gave the mirror a quick rundown, as his agitation grew. He then quickly swung his right hand forward, intending to throw the mirror away but the mirror remained attached to his hand.
"He obviously has some sort of attachment to me." Th boy thought his agitation now at its peak.
"Damn it!" The boy shouted, shaking the mirror violently in his hand, "It's obvious that you know what the hell is going on, so why the hell were you so vague!"