1 Chapter 1: Death of the Abandoned (Re-Edited)

Lightning struck the ground in the dead of the night illuminating all around it. It revealed a man sitting on a bench, while another was on the ground a few feet away unconscious. The man sat without a care in the world as the rain continued to soak him to the bone. There was nothing special about him, he wasn't handsome or ugly, his clothes weren't lavish or worn down, the only defining feature of the man was his lack of one. The man slowly reached into his jacket touching the area below his ribs. He pulled out his hand only to see it covered in a dark red substance that flowed down his arm and onto the ground as the rain slowly washed his hand clean. He could already feel his body going numb, with various body parts losing feeling.

'So, this is where it ends huh, at the hands of a piece of shit. After everything that has happened to me, I lose my life because this scum used a sharp piece of metal to me. If I had another chance, I would find a way to overturn the heavens and to live in peace. If only I had another chance.' The man thought as he drifted off into what many considered the eternal slumber.

His name was Aaron Zamora, and he was a man who was abandoned and betrayed.

Aaron was born to a middle-class family consisting of a mother, father, and a brother who was 7 years older than him. His father was a busy computer programmer, while his mother was a housewife who raised both him and his brother alone for the most part.

Aaron was a good student; he kept an A average for his entire school career but that was about it. He played sports but only recreationally, he did well in school but was not extraordinarily skilled in any subjects, and he had friends but none that were close. He lived life until he graduated high school by coasting by.

That changed when he finally found a career path that he honestly never considered before. He wanted to become an author, to create worlds that were special and provoked thought. Aaron was an avid reader; reading everything from world-renowned literary novels to brand new fanfictions. He was a closet otaku who always dreamed of going to various worlds and having enough personal power that one never had to care about societal concerns. He knew he could never reach those worlds, so he decided instead to create his own in the form of novels. He believed his first real decision would be life-changing and how true that was.

Aaron was promptly disowned by his parents who were shocked that their son declined going to university to pursue such a tumultuous path. Aaron's parents were both Egyptian immigrants, and like most immigrant parents they put their aspirations and desires on their children. They considered any job other than becoming a doctor, or an engineer the path of fools. Thus, when Aaron voiced his hopes and aspirations for his future, he was rewarded with a swift boot to the back and being left penniless on the street.

Luckily, he had a close relationship with his brother who had just gotten his medical license. With the help of his more successful brother, he was able to procure a small studio apartment and a job as a clerk at a high-end clothing store.

Slowly he built himself a comfortable life working a 9-5 job while pursuing his passion for writing novels at night. This lifestyle continued for one and a half decades before Aaron finally managed to hit it big. He wrote 3 different world-renowned bestselling books, that were later adapted to movies. He finally managed to achieve a great amount of success as a writer, netting him millions of dollars in cash, and a ridiculous amount of fame.

But while Aaron's professional life was soaring his personal life was destroyed. Even with his success, his parents still refused to talk or even acknowledge his existence. His relationship with his brother, on the other hand, had started off strong but as the years passed had withered to the level of strangers. Aaron had only realized the extent of his family's abandonment when he wasn't invited to his brother's wedding or the birth of his niece.

At this point, Aaron no longer believed his family would ever accept him back and decided to instead start his own. But when it rains it pours and thus, he never found a partner that he truly loved. He tried adopting, but as a single male, his chances of actually getting a daughter or son were nil (Author's note: this is actually very true because adopting as a single parent is very difficult if the person adopting is single. There are various legal processes, and many times even with money it's not possible to adopt as a single person)

Instead, he found comfort by volunteering at a local orphanage, babysitting and tending to various abandoned children who he felt he could relate to. Slowly Aaron's personal life was turning around, finding comfort in raising the children of the orphanage as his own. He even found two 'daughters' Alice and Beth at the orphanage who his raised from the tender age of 1. He took care of the orphanage's finances, while secretly donating large amounts of money anonymously as to not draw attention to himself.

Life was going well for Aaron when suddenly things started to crash and burn. The head matron had found large amounts of money missing from the orphanage's vault and the security camera's footage was erased. The key to the vault was in the hands of two people, the head matron, and Aaron so she made an assumption that Aaron had stolen the money. (Author's note: Yes, I know keeping money in a vault is unrealistic, it's a fanfic.)

Thus, Aaron's life started to crash and burn around him. The children at the orphanage excluding a now 5-year-old Alice and Beth, giving him dirty looks of hatred and sadness. The head matron cursed his name, screaming profanities so loud that the people down the street could hear it. The police arrested him and slammed him into a holding cell. He was publicly disowned by his family and his name smeared by the various media organizations. He was forced into a farce of a trial by a fame-hungry judge and sentenced to a decade in prison with heavy fines.

In prison he was constantly beaten by prisoners who hated his guts, almost killing him a dozen times (Author's note: Yes, he committed a white-collar crime. But it was a crime against orphaned kids. Prison isn't the safest place to be). He practically had to live in solitary confinement so that he could survive the brutality prison. He was beaten so much in prison; he developed a permeant limp due to the misalignment of his right leg's bone after being broken. He suffered continuously for 5 years before he was brought back to the same court that had sentenced him.

Apparently, the head matron's son had taken his mother's key and stolen money to feed his growing drug addiction. The culprit had done the same crime again, but under the influence of various narcotics running through his veins, he had forgotten to remove the security footage. Putting the situation together, his 'daughters' had taken the footage before it could be erased and ran to the police station in hopes of clearing their 'father's' name. With new evidence and a confession from the real culprit, his name was cleared but the damage had already been done. Days of sleepless nights, and years of abuse had broken the man that was Aaron Zamora. So, as he stood at the stand looking at the world with dead eyes while his name was cleared by the same judge that had cruelly sentenced him without proper evidence. He was refunded all his fines, given a pitiful amount of money for his time spent unjustly in prison, and sent on his way.

As he got out of the courthouse, he couldn't help but revel in the feeling of freedom, while also spitting on the ground in hatred. When he was sent to prison there were crowds of people just waiting to spit on him and curse his existence, but now that he was free the outside of the building was empty. As Aaron sat down on the steps of the courthouse, he couldn't help but stare at the sky and contemplate his life and future. He sat still for a few minutes before getting up and heading to his bank to finish the one thing that he wasn't able to before he was sentenced. He went to the bank to write his will, giving everything that he owned to his two daughters. It was already night when he finished signing all the necessary forms and going through the necessary formalities.

It wasn't until he was outside the bank that he realized that his apartment would've been rented out to another, as he stood in the storm that had just started. Aaron's gripped his fist in anger before heading to a nearby park so that he could sleep the night off, unwilling to rely on those that betrayed him.

After half an hour of walking, he finally arrived at the park. He was about to go to the closest bench to sleep when he heard the muffled screams of women around 20ft before him behind some bushes.

Now in this situation, he had a couple of options, calling the police and hoping they arrived in time, leaving and just finding another park, or going to help the women and potentially ending up in a life-threatening situation.

Most sane people would choose the first option, while the heartless or cowardly would choose the second. Only those without a thought about self-preservation would choose the last, and at this point in he made that exact choice. He rushed to the area only to see a woman struggling on the ground while a man was on top of her removing her clothes while covering her mouth. Acting quickly Aaron rushed the man, grabbing him by the neck and throwing him off with all the power his muster with his one limp leg.

He grabbed the woman and pushed her away while screaming to get the police. At this point, he should have grabbed the woman and run, but Aaron stood his ground clearly having a Deathwish. After a few stunned moments, the would-be rapist got up off the ground only to see his target running away while his attack standing in front of him. Clearly pissed at the situation he grabbed a butterfly knife his back pocket and stood in front of Aaron clearly ready for a fight.

Aaron dashed at the rapist throwing a punch at the scum's face only for it to be dodged. The rapist seeing a clear opening stabbed his knife directly at Aaron's abdomen. In a flash of silver, the 5-inch blade was driving into Aaron's unprotected body. The knife easily pierced his kidney causing Aaron to feel an excruciating amount of pain. Using all his willpower Aaron garbed the hand of the thug that was holding the knife and with all his power kicked the thief in his groin with his limp leg. It must have been a powerful hit because he felt something pop and the would-be rapist kneeled on the ground.

Aaron pulled the knife out of his abdomen contemplated killing the stunned man before deciding against it. He used his remaining power to strike the temple of the kneeling rapist's head with the butt of the knife knocking him out.

Knowing he did not have much time left he pulled himself onto a nearby bench as lightning and thunder riddled the sky.

Right before Aaron died, he saw a flash of light pulling him away to the next great journey. Aaron passed away that night, with his body and the rapist found an hour later by the police that the woman had called. He would never see the reaction of those that had wronged him, as well as be able to see his two daughters again.

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This had just Minor Changes and some Grammar Corrections.