The thunder boomed as loud as I could possibly imagined, I tried to listen to the outside world for some comfort as the screams downstairs echoed up through the hallways and into my bedroom. I heard another yell before something heavy forced its way into the fleshy being I called my mother. 

I felt few tears streak down my face, in fear & sadness. I heard feet thumping up the stairs and prepared myself for the worst.

My older brother slammed his way into my room, his eyes wide and his breath hitching. I guess he witnessed the murder… 

He lunged for me and scooped me up, he raced back down stairs and flew to the front door. As he unlocked it, I stared behind his shoulder, the scene that took place before my eyes wasn't even close to describe horrific. 

A dead body lied before the monster of a father, a heavily blood-stained axe in his grip, his prey screaming out for help. But we're stuck out here, in the middle of nowhere, who's going to hear us? 

Just before my brother turned to pick me up, I watched in motion as the axe made its way through my sister's body, I saw her sink to the ground with blood coming out of every cut & hole in her. 

I heard my brother's breath stop as our father turned to face us, anger and a bit of surprise were present in his eyes. Then all of it was extinguished in the rain. 

My brother had me in his grip and ran for our lives, I watched the house disappear, the monster wasn't following. 

I had lost my father long before my brother was even born, now I had lost my mother, my sister, my prison and my home. 

I didn't know whether to feel free or to feel dread. 

My brother came to a stop in one of the nearby farms. As he settled me under a bush, he left my sight. But before I could say anything he had returned. 

I saw blood smeared on his hands and dripping down his leg. Had he been in a fight with our father? Even so, how'd he survive? 

My sunk to the ground and fell asleep, I didn't know what to do, so I curled up next to him and prayed he wouldn't die on me. 

I heard a rumble of vehicles and panicked, was it our father? Had he found us so quickly? 

I tried waking up my brother but it was no use, the men in suits strolled over to me and ripped me from my brother. 

"Take the boy to Nurse." 

Said a man in a well looked after suit, a man carried me all the ride in the strange cars, making sure I was okay. I was terrified for my brother and what happen to us, but the man said everything will be fine & that he wouldn't hurt us. 

I tried to relax, be thankful he wasn't taking us back to the prison. 

"How old are you?"

I swallowed my raw throat and answered best as I could. 

"I'm eight years old." 

My voice sounded weak, rasped & cracked, hollow & sharp. 

"How olds your brother?" 

"Twelve." 

I coughed to better prounce myself. 

"What's your names?" 

"I'm Marcy Howard, my brother is Dennis Howard."

He looked at me like my mother would whenever I got a question right. 

"Well Marcy, don't worry, we'll take you to a new place & this new place will be so perfect for you, you'll never know where you came from!" 

But it's not going to happen, I will always remember those first 8 years of torture & nightmares. Of panicking & crying myself to sleep. 

We arrive at a heavily guarded underground house. It's got people everywhere, but these people wear the same outfits, say the same thing. 

After I'm showered & dressed into some warm comfy clothes, a kind woman leads me to another large room. It's got food everywhere. On a nice big table too, but there are only 2 seats and a TV. 

As I'm seated, my brother stumbles in, bandages on both his hands and on his right leg. He clutched a crutch in pain, but as soon as he sees me he forgets it. 

He rushes over to me as fast as he can and hugs me, I hug him back. We're served the most beautiful food I've ever seen and weird shape looking tools. I can't remember the last time I've eaten. But the knives and forks that they hand to us, utterly scares me, and they have it removed. 

We eat with our hands and spoons but we have napkins. I'm halfway done through my meal when Dennis refers to the TV buzzing to life. 

"This just in, a man has been arrested over reports of child abuse and sexual assault over his wife & children. Two women were found dead inside the home, described as 34 year-old Miranda Howard & her 16 year-old daughter Becky Howard. Miranda was carrying unborn baby boy when she and her eldest daughter were murdered by 36 year-old Caplyn Howard. The father of soon to be four has been taken to the nearest jail for questioning and trails. Howard's other two kids, Dennis and Marcy have been taken to American military base for further care."

So that's where we are, and that's what happened. I finish eating first, as my brother finishes off, I watch the rest of the news before its turned off. 

We're in the same bedroom, but it's better than being alone like every night. I cuddled up to my brother, but we have seperate beds. 

I fall asleep, it's not long before he does too. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I can hear the TV and same reporter giving more news on our story. 

"Mr Howard has some history with family experimentation, his father injected an unknown formula into him as if to cure his hatred. But it's been informed that Howard's two remaining children also have this unique power as well." 

Power? As in superpower? If I had a superpower, I wouldn't be cursed by my father's doings. I'd be out there helping people alongside my brother.