My Daimon System

Knock! Knock! Knock!

While he was still sprawled on the floor, Hero turned his head and stared at where the knocking was sounding from. He didn't even have the energy to stand up and head towards the door so that he could open and see who was the guy that was disturbing his train of thought.

He took in a deep breath and punched the floor untill his knuckles begun to bleed and then he forced his groggy body to stand up before he forced his way towards the living room.

"Open the fucking door punk. I know you are in there. You don't want me to break in forcefully, right? I don't think your sorry ass is enough to pay for this door. So, move your ass right here and open this door. You hear me?" When Hero reached the leaving room, he could hear the angry shouts of a man and the weak smell of tobacco which was penetrating into the house through the fissures that run on the door of the house.

'So, it is the janitor that has been disturbing me... What does he want now? Didn't father pay all the rent for this month?' Before even reaching the door, Hero could clearly tell that it was the janitor of their rental house who was making a fuss outside the door. Hero didn't knew what the janitor wanted and he was too tired to think about it right now, all he wanted was to find a nice bed where he could sleep as he thought of how his life was gonna be from now on.

Kreek!

With a yawn, Hero opened the door and what greeted him was several rings of smoke that were blown his way. The smoke covered his vision and he could not see the face of the janitor.

"Bastard! How dare you make me stand here forever while waiting for you! Son of a bitch! Get out!" The caretaker didn't waste time to speak with Hero, he pulled him out of the house and threw him outside before he locked the door with a new locker.

The ground was wet as it had rained heavily on the day before. Right now, Hero was wholly drenched by the dirty water at where he had fallen. The small puddles of rain water had yet to dry up and Hero had fell into one of them and to make the matter worse, he didn't even have another cloth to change into as the janitor had locked the door of the house where his clothes were.

"Errrm! What is going on? Please..." Hero sat up and tried to talk to the janitor who had started walking away.

But before Hero could finish what he was talking about, the janitor interjected,

"Boy, let me tell you this clearly... I don't want to see your damned face when I come back. Do you hear me?" The janitor walked towards Hero and pulled him by the collar before looking into his eyes. Hero didn't falter or bat an eyelid as he looked into the janitor's eyes.

"Hump!" After he released his collars, the janitor took a long drag before he breathed out a ring of smoke onto Hero's face and walked away.

From afar, the voice of the janitor could be heard,

"I don't want to see your face again punk, because if I do so, you won't like it!"

Hero didn't stand up to walk away as he remained sprawled on the ground, he didn't knew what to do, where to go or whom to call. He didn't have any relatives that he knew except his father who left him and his unreliable bad company.

Hero didn't cry. His father told him to be a man and men did't cry in the face of hardships. Men would always try hard to search for solutions, so that their women didn't start to look down upon them.

Coldly, Hero took a peek at his neighbours and he could see that no one was looking at him. His neighbours continued to do their own things as if the situation that Hero was in didn't concern them.

From the corner of his left eye, Hero could see a five year old girl who was holding a cup of milk peeking at him from the slightly opened door of their house. Hero turned his head to glance at the girl but she quickly hid her face behind the door.

"Father... From today onwards, I am a man. I am no longer a kid." Hero forced himself to stand up and weakly, he trodded haggardly out of the compound of the apartment where he had been staying for sixteen years. His mother left his dad while they were still staying in this apartment, he was born in this apartment and he learned how to crawl, walk and talk while in this apartment. The West apartment held too many memories of his and he didn't want to leave as he still held the notion that his father might come back to fetch him, but deep down, Hero knew that his father was gone.

The West apartment was huge and close to five thousand peasants lived in the apartment, as Hero walked away, the apartment was left behind him and so was the place that held his memories.

He passed by the spot where he would usually hang around with his company and he could see them smoking, playing poker, arguing and fighting while others were cheering.

Even though, his friends had a screw loose in their minds, Hero still liked them as he recalled the good memories with them. There were countless times that his friends had forced him to fuck the whores of the slums in a gang and threesomes but Hero would still reject their "kind" gestures which made his friends to think that he had a problem with his dick... Yes, Hero couldn't get it up!

However, on this day, Hero didn't want anything to do with his friends. He was now a different person as he was now a man.

He didn't even turn back to look at his friends. He left them shouting his name but he didn't turn back, he quickly disappeared from their view.

Hero stepped on pieces of shit and urine as he struggled to find his way to the city center. As usual, the environment of the slums were unhygienic but Hero was used to it because this was the place where he was born. One could find people having sex in broad daylight in the open, but no one would see that as a strange thing because it was a normality here in the slums.

As Hero strode through the aisles, he passed by many people buy he didn't say a word to any of them. He was thinking deeply and he didn't want to be disturbed.

He was undergoing a mixture of emotions, he didn't knew why some people were leading a happy and better life while he suffered. For fucks sake! He didn't kill anybody, then why was he suffering?

Hero felt remorseful, anger, regret and rejection. He felt left out and he wanted nothing but to kill the person who made him this way.

Why?