Bruised,scarred,and most of all..weak.Things like this shouldn't happen to a kid.Yet,they happen to me everyday.This is my life.This is me...Orphic.

After I was born,my parents practically hated me.No birthdays,no holidays,no family.Just the cold hard ground I sleep on.

On my fifth birthday,my parents sold me to a man to be a slave.People called him the Shredder and he was worse than mom and dad.I worked countless hours and slept in a prison cell.

One day,I did something horribly wrong and he threw me out,onto the streets.I wandered around for months,feeding off things I could find and getting more bruises from street gangs.

Then,a weird man tied me up and threw me in the back of a white van.Then,I was tested on for unknown purposes.I started to change.My green eyes turned yellow and my arms and legs were stronger.I gained more knowledge as well.

I still sit in the cell today,using my newfound powers to hide.One day I'm gonna escape.Then,maybe someone will care.Cause they don't know who I am.