Chapter 15:The Exposure

"Avoid exposure and disclosure of

your possessions and secrets to

such a person, who is a liar,

shameless or dishonest, cheater,

ugly character and wicked

promise, whether anyone, is

among your friends or family;

otherwise, you will disgrace

yourself. It is the immense

damage to your life."

--------Ehsan Sehgal.

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E.H.

What had been my real name?God's know.

I was dumped outside an orphanage in classical manner,guess what...an infant in a basket.

And not to mention the the life at orphanage had been a turning point.Me growing with a bunch of crabby kids,no less than hooligans and an atrocious superintendent.

A real madhouse it was.A shabby warehouse transformed to an orphanage with paints and plasters peeling off the walls,creaking doors with hand-me-down furnitures.

And well do you want to know how did the orphanage work?The kids here were all boys,who were taught to fight,kill and well how to kick-start clubs and rackets of drugs and whoring.

Few of us attended the school while the rest were a lost cause.In between all these ruckus though,I would even try to do some random jobs as well.Sometimes at a garage,a diner or at a gallery. And amongst them,gallery had been my favorite. The artist guy was great teacher who showed me how to express one's emotions through paintings.It had been my first passion which slowly turned into an obsession but it's a topic of another time.....

During the holidays it was a custom that we would make tours to these clubs,why?....because we have to learn the trade.Learning to torture was bad but to take away someone's innocence forcefully that to in the vicinity of a camera was skin crawling. I was no stranger to these sins but each time these leave me a scar.A scar of what I did and what I endured.Weird nauseating feelings could gnaw me but what could I do...I was merely helpless.

Believe me many times had I tried to escape yet each time they would catch me and punish me severely.

The big guys would chortle and spit at me,hissing,"Fool,the boss won't let you go with that ease.You are the best amongst us,in all aspects to be frank.You are our jackpot,so stop escaping.You will rot here with us while we will enjoy your fortune....."

Hence,I remained trapped there for 11 years and then the Evil adopted(felt more like abduction to me)me under his treacherous wing.He planned on transforming me to be the upcoming leader similar to him,alongside by being his pet....

Tsk,tsk....pathetically though he forgot that I bested him long back.In experience he was a pro but in strength and wit I was the legend.Thus,I waited for my opportunity.....collecting all resources and acquaintances in the time being.A loophole was what I was hoping for....

But amidst of all these circumstances, I named myself.I couldn't always remain nameless.So a boy who was damaged and hurt,but who always tried to move forward no matter what....became the Edward Hart of today. The emperor.....

And this Edward Hart would tomorrow expose and demolish the devil's den (in the disguise of orphanage)for ever.I would burn the system to its very root.