Post #3, background to a malevolent character

I hate my family. Raised by an alcoholic father who was abusive. And a spineless mother who took her beatings and watched us take ours. I hated her for her cowardice, and him, for his brutality. But that's the way the world goes. If there's one thing I have to thank them for, it's for giving me a thick exterior. As soon as I threw my first punch, I was baptized by fire into a world of conflict. Both mental and physical. I had to steel myself for the analysis of my mother, picking my mind apart with her abrasive and sharp words. Drove into me like a spear, straight to the heart. And the fear, when I saw my father coming around the corner. The flinch..only for a moment, when he raised his hand. It was after I consciously chose to be my OWN father, that I trained myself to not flinch. To not cry.

As soon as I could, I moved out on my own. And started off by working at a grocery store. I was lucky they hired me, I'm still not sure why they did it. I had to work in the back, where no one could see me. When I was 14, I started going to the gym, and at 18, finished highschool and joined the military. I did it, simply because I knew nothing else better for me. I did well. Already strong and cold as ice, I was relentless. They tried to break me, but there was nothing to break. Only emptiness, and bleakness within my soul. I had already given up, and fully accepted that my remaining husk, the shell of once was an innocent child, was now a fireball of anger. Resentment.

My desire to prove myself fueled my charge up the ranks. I was strong, and quick on my feet. My duality of my personality allowed me to smile at those above, and let me slide on by. Eventually it was they who smiled up at me. After the collapse of the economy, I was hired into a new military, and unlike any other employer, they know me for who I am. Hah! It's why they hired me. I do my job like no other, and they pay me to make the decisions only an empty husk can make. Sometimes I'll get a little twinge in my neck when I have to make the really tough ones, but innocents are there for a reason. Food. For the strong. And in this world, only the strong survive. That's me, and this military.

We now own or have taken direct control over the most high tech things you can see on this planet. Things that have been put under a cloak, for the world shall never know they even exist. That is unless...someone was to cry havoc! Then we may let loose, our dogs of war. And believe me, ours are ferocious. Heh.