Another chance

A Deafening silence, one that was so loud he almost didn't think he died. 

Death is eternal slumber is it not? The protagonist simply couldn't fathom why he was still conscious, and able to think. He even began to think he somehow survived that ordeal with his father. But then, can someone really survive getting their chest and heart turned into mincemeat? Short answer, no.

Then what was going on? 

Why was he unable to move?

And what was this numbing sensation?

This simply couldn't be the sweet release he expected, this was plain boring! 

Aah

Pain… 

For the first time since this weird phenomenon happened, he felt pain. 

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Within an alley lay the limp body of a child, the child appeared malnourished and skinny. Said child's clothes looked tattered and filthy, with slight blood stains. With black hair and fair skin, the boy's physical appearance would have been called handsome, if fed and groomed properly.

Without warning, the child's eyelid twitched, then suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, his expression containing visible shock. He thought he had died, he wanted to die, yet… the world wouldn't even let him have that, or so he thought.

"Where… Am I?"

Gah

Clutching his head after being assaulted with pain, foreign memories started surfacing within his mind, memories that didn't belong to him.

"My soul seems to have taken over this child's deceased body."

"I feel bad, this kid had it even worse than me…"

Normally this would be a weird occurrence for many, but such standards shouldn't be applied to one such as himself. He was broken, he was callous. If life taught him one thing, it was to not give a damn.

So, he easily came to accept his situation, yet he wasn't really unfamiliar with such a setting. Before his death, he never was allowed in the living room and he never once watched television, but he compensated for his lack of tv with reading and manga. 

His father never gave him an allowance or fed him, so he had to get by on scraps, but when he grew older, he sought out a job with a mangaka stationed within his city. He begged him for a job and seeing his plea, the man accepted him and took him in as an apprentice mangaka.

Being an apprentice mangaka came with a lot of benefits for our protagonist. It allowed him to not only earn money, but he also read manga and fanfics to quench his boredom.

Digesting all the memories he was bombarded with, the first thing that came to his mind was this bodies mother. That woman, was one hell of a parent. Graduated from high school and immediately got married to his bodies father, that woman believed she had found love, but that man was nothing but a wolf in sheep's skin.

He was a drug addict and an abusive man, but that all came to light after he trapped her in a marriage. Why marry his mother though? Easy, she was beautiful, and he needed someone to push his debt onto, and his mother was the perfect scapegoat. 

After his father abandoned them and went the god knows where, the loan sharks came knocking on their door demanding his mother take on his father debt. She accepted of course, what choice did she have? She had a child to protect and raise and she wasn't about to let that man ruin anymore of her life.

His mother took on extra jobs to pay off the debt that her husband had accumulated, but it was simply to much and she happened to miss one of her deadlines, so…. They demanded something else of her.

Looking back on it now, he understands what went down that day, and why his mother asked him to stay with the granny in the next-door apartment.

  Because that day, she was defiled…

Those men took her against her will and sullied her. That day was approximately 3 years ago, and by the memories he has, it's been going on ever since that day. With her body on the line, she was able to reduce her dept by half whilst still working to pay off the rest, all for his well-being.

Even the most cold-hearted person would be moved by such a thing. He was uncaring, but he wasn't a monster, he may be young, but if there's anything he can do, he'll at the very least take care of this woman that gave birth to the body that he now inhabits, she at the very least deserved that much.

"But just how can I do that?" he questioned. He was a weak nine (9) year old child now. Not only that, but he was starved to the point where he felt that his bones can break from simply touching it, he felt fragile.

"What's with this blood stain?" 

Looking down to his ragged t-shirt, he noticed some blood stains. Recollecting his memories of why he was in this alley, he was suddenly filled with panic and dashed out of the alley with his meager strength.

He wasn't far from his apartment, frankly, he was quite close. If the memories swerving around his mind right now is anything to go by, this body he's dwelling in was stabbed in the heart…

It seems the loan sharks got tired of him and his mother and decided to eliminate them. The one that killed his bodies previous host blabbered on about how they don't care about the money and just wanted to fuck his mom, saying how they'll bang her brains out one last time before killing her.

Those were the last words he heard before his lights went night night.

Reaching his apartment a block down the street, he used all his remaining strength to bolt up the stairs to his front door, which was open, giving him an ominous feeling that gnawed at his heart strings.

Approaching and entering his apartment, he heard 3 gruff voices. "Well, the bitch was fun while she lasted." Said thug 1.

"You guys sure filled her with your disgusting seeds over the past few years, I wonder how much abortions we forced her to have." Stated thug 2.

"Bahahaha, Well, I couldn't just have the bitch running around with my precious sperm now, can I?" Commented thug 3, causing them all to enter a laughing fit.

"Boss, don't you think it's about time we melt the sluts' body down and find another family to destroy?" Said thug 2.

"No, we still have this bitch's husband to find. We have to make him suffer for running away and not paying what he's due."

"True, I'm sure he thinks we're a joke since we can't find him, little does he know we've always known his whereabouts but just didn't care." Said thug 2 causing his little trio to laugh once more.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see the look on his face though. Especially when I tell him how good a fuck his wife was, bro fumbled hard on this bitch not gonna lie."

"Bahahaha." x3

Hearing the conversation taking place, only one emotion filled our protagonist at this moment. This was a feeling he'd always shoved to the bottom of his heart, fearing what would happen if he acted on it, that feeling was…

…Pure unbridled rage.

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Afterword:

Hello everyone, its author-San here, just here to say don't worry about his Cursed technique as it will be revealed next chapter. I saw some of you asking about it last chapter so ill simply give you a hint, its similar to either Obito's kamui or Mirio from MHA ability.