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The History of 8: Starts Before 0. [Solo Flashbacks.]

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Fever was roasting the young child thoroughly, the internal heat was causing him to perspire profusely through his pores. Eight was stretched out across the floor, and what seemed to be an Imuchakk woman was hovering overhead, supporting the slave boys head upon her lap. Reality began to distance itself from Eight with each passing shutter of his eyes, alternating between memories of long ago and his attendant looking down at him with a mask over her face.

Gulping a final time in this dank, dimly lit storage place for slaves, which temporarily housed the injured and ill. Now he was in the back area of the Colosseum. Eight had a few aches, especially along his eyes and eyelids. But as his curiosity took over, his pain dissipated. The mind consumed with a longing... something he missed was hiding in these halls.

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TLDR A sick slave, 8, is being taken care of by an Imuchakk. During his care, he falls into a delusional flashback to his childhood in Reim.

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Under some blankets, uncovering himself in a single swipe. 'Home,' the permeating thought entered his mind. Rushing to his feet in perfect condition, he felt the coolness and the shade of the corridors beneath the stands of the arena. Some sunshine lit up the area through the entrances and exits as well as some cracks in the ceiling. 'Must still be light out.' There was rumbling, flecks of the stages structure began to rain down. The guttural chants of the attendants echoed into the halls. 'A battle,' followed by a gasp as he slowly began to recall the most important thing about this place; mom.

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TLDR 8 finds himself below the Colosseum. There is a fight going outside, and he remembers his mother.

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8's mind focused only on his actions, the young Fanalis sprinted down the hall. His mind tuned out the celebration of the crowds and could only hear his footsteps echoing in his mind, the cheers only being a background buzz. He made a sharp turn towards the fighting pit, and the world seemed to start over again for him. The volume of the spectators had reached him, startling him for a moment, but he looked out past the crossbars that prevented him from storming the field himself. There was his Fanalis mother on the stage versus a Silver-back gorilla. It seemed to have a tamer who was issuing the orders, and he was safe behind a gate. Not exactly a fair fight in terms of risk, but his mom was out there with a war axe holding her own. She and the beast were now wrestling for control of the weapons handle.

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TLDR 8 looks to the fighting stage, and sees his mother fighting a gorrilla.


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Knee into the air against the silverback's chest, creating a moment of breathing room for Octavia's follow up. Relaxing her arms, while maintaining a grip on the battleaxes handle, she lifted her leg and extended her arm, followed by a twist of the hips and a sidekick to the beasts groin. Doubling up her strike while the primate was incapcitated, by drawing back her leg and copying the maneuver aiming it at the simians face.

The techniques were flawless and now she had regained her axe in one hand. Her Fanalis strength was enough to stun the creature, but her second strike wasn't quick enough. The gorilla had Octavia's foot in his arm. He let out a roar, which swept the redhead's follicles back. The primate, larger than her, lifted her by her feet, beginning to crush it in it's grasps. Not ending the fight immediately due to it's tamer's mercy, but anyone with an imagination could hear the bones in her foot and ankle being crushed. 8 slammed his fists against the cage wall where he could peak from. "MOTHER!" Tears began streaming from his face.

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TLDR 8's mom fights the gorilla, and get the upperhand. The gorrilla catches her last kick and has her in mid-air at it's mercy.


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Octavia's was red in the face from the pain, refusing to scream out in pain like a bitch in heat. Once the immediate shock of the pain subsided, she put forth her plan into motion. She began to coil up like a top on the verge of contortionism. Her axe and her leg wrapped around her somewhat, then she unleashed her power, and utilizing the centrifugal force to knock the gorillas grasp away. The free leg struck at the beasts elbow, forcing it to buckle, and as it buckled, it unlocked more movement, therefore momentum.

Octavia's swinging axe came across the gorrilla's neck, and that was the end of the fight. 8's tears dried up faster than an oil well on american soil. Everything was fine now. The tamer came out and with some help to take the silverback's corpse out. The tamer bowed his head as Octavia received all the glory. She was the victor this day and people were a mixture of happiness and anger, probably from their gambling payouts or payups.

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TLDR FATALITY, Octavia wins.


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Octavia was walking to the exit, while the ceremony was finishing up. She saw her son and she had a smile. 8 was much smaller than he remembered.... Then he only now began to realize this was a memory or a dream. He seemed to be experiencing deja vu and he was simply following in the footsteps he had already taken. Only remembering things right before they happened.

The door opened and his mom walked past him, semi-ignoring him. Treating him more like an afterthought, but 8 still happily followed behind her, happy to have her just stroke his hair for a second in recognition of his life, even if deep down, his heart was cracking from the neglect.

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TLDR 8 realizes this is a dream, and remembers mommy's love isn't really all that great by this point in his past.


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8 begins to wonder where his father is something he has concerned himself with many times in his life, but.... there wasn't much time to spend on that. His mother had been living in the Colosseum at this point, and he was there with her. But there was something about her now, her eyes were glassy and she didn't care too much about herself... she would spend a lot of times alone and then relax, completely forgetting about him now.

She was addicted to drugs. He didn't understand it as a youngin' but now that he had experienced the world a little bit, he knew better. Silent tears started slipping past his eyes, but he couldn't cry. Feeling sorry for himself for a moment, but then he saw a man he had come to know for a while now. He came to visit some people in the Colosseum, he just seemed be someone loved, but really he was a dealer who was sucking the money from these people.

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TLDR 8 doesn't know where his father is. Mom is having drug issues, neglecting 8. Scene: THE DEALER ARRIVES.


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8 recognized this man... his name was Ramses, but now he only knows him as Master. The next series of events were how 8 became a slave and lost his name. "Alexander, come here." Alexander... swallowed, he just heard his name for the first time in years. He walked slowly... this is where he was grabbed by the neck.

"How much will he get me?" Ramses looked over the boy, running through his hair. "Depends if he ends up with human traits or Fanalis traits. He still seems a little young." "You think I fucked a human? Ha, boy's half magician." Ramses covered his mouth momentarily, but his pupils widened with desire, a subtle hint of his desire. "Well, if that's the case I can definitely get you a months supply." Those words weren't what hurt, but what had destroyed him was knowing what the answer was.

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TLDR 8 hears his own name; Alexander. He hears his father was a magician. He remembers this is where he becomes a slave.


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Ramses walks out of sight for a moment and he brings someone else in, he's dressed as if he was nobility and he has a staff. He recognizes this person too, this person is Ramses right hand man, but he's a slave... but not really? It's hard to tell what's actually going on there. 0 whispers into Ramses ear for a moment and then hands off a block of the product, which exchanges hands until it gets into Octavia's hands and Alexander gets into Ramses hands. "He's perfect," then 0 nodded and took him out into the darkness outside to relieve him of his home.

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TLDR He's sold to Ramses, meets 0, is taken away.


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They leave and his mom is completely enthralled in her new stash of fantasy. In this memory, he was a lot stronger, the initial shock was over and he was resigned to his fate. Ramses came up behind him and 0 fell back as they exchanged roles. There was a conversation but for some reason, the memory was foggy and he even tried looking up at the Heliohaptian master, but the words only came out as static to his ears.

However the body language was unmistakable, Ramses's olive hands ran from down his scalp down to his back, following the shape of his body to his waist and eventually to his ass... This was the first night of many being introduced to a new line of work, sating the lust of people, typically men. This was part of how they had decided to break down the boy who 0 had identified as black rukh at this point in time.

They were walking to a brightly lit camp, but all he could see was the light. He was like a moth to a flame... The light became more and more intense and hot... Hot... burning...

He snapped awake, a flame before his eyes. It was what was so hot but he wasn't actually on fire... the imuchakk, 5, had him pinned now and just grunted... "Sorry." His last words before he drifted off into sleep once more, his body fighting off the parasite still.

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TLDR Implication of Ramses raping Alexander, and before they get to the camp, he wakes up where 5 is holding down 8 and he falls back asleep.


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