A/N: Hey, guys! This is my submission for the Superhero Origin Contest and also the first chapter of a story I've been working on. It's named after the protagonist, Marina Martins. Have fun! WARNING!!: Assault and detailed murder scene.
Marina's POV: "Why would you dye your hair grey?" A girl in my history class asks me. I just shrug. And once again, I'm reminded of the worst day of my life.
4 years prior...
"Marina, mummy wants you to come downstairs." My little sister Mable is tapping my shoulder. I don't like it when someone annoys me while I'm doing my homework.
"Okay," I write down my last word and head downstairs with her.
"There you are. I'm sorry, you were doing your homework, right?" My mum says to me and runs her hand through my unruly curls.
"It's okay, I'm almost done. Where are you going?" I'm curious because she is wearing her coat.
"I forgot something important at work that I have to get now. Aunty Ernestine will be here in five minutes. Play with your sister until she gets here, okay?" She begs in a rushed voice.
It seems to me like something else is going on, but maybe she is just in a hurry because she has to catch the bus or something. I shake off the awkward feeling.
"Okay. I will. But tell her that she has to behave until aunty arrives."
"Mable, you heard your sister." She demands, turning her head to my younger sister and then back to face the two of us.
"I love you so much. You're everything to me." Her eyes are glossy but she is smiling. I'm confused.
She gives Mable a hug and kisses her forehead before she leans down to whisper something in my ear. "Take care."
"I always do, mum," I tell her and smile, wondering why she is saying that. Nothing bad has ever happened when she left me alone with Mable.
She gives me a swift kiss on the cheek and hugs me. When she releases me from the hug she smiles at me, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
“Aunt Ernestine will be here in a few minutes. Only open the door for her.” She frantically says over her shoulder.
The loud thud of the door is the last thing I register before everything turns black.
I feel weird. My heart is beating out of my chest and I'm cold. Really cold. Why has it suddenly turned so cold in here?
What is happening?
What is happening? I'm scared.
There's nothing but the cold, the dark, and pure silence. Mum. Where is my mum? And Mable. Oh God. Mum told me to look after her. Where is she now? Where am I now?
Suddenly, the colour slowly fades back in. It looks like multiple fireworks are surrounding me. A few splashes of colour touch my skin, but they don't hurt.
Though it doesn't change the fact that it looks intimidating. They drip to the floor and reveal another detail about where I am right now.
When the explosions finally come to an end, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. It is not as dark as it used to be anymore, but my vision has gained a slightly dark tint. I don't feel like myself.
Please, please don't hurt my kids.
What? Why am I hearing my mother's voice inside my head? And who is trying to hurt Mable and me? Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?
I finally recognize my surroundings. I'm only a few blocks away from home and I have absolutely no clue how I got there.
I feel much taller and I'm moving really fast. It's almost as if I am running and my lungs are about to burst at any moment.
Ernestine told me that something was off about him from the very start. But of course, I was too dumb to see it. I can't believe it.
Maybe I should try and talk to her. "Mum, what's going o-" I'm gone. Her mind has completely taken over all my senses.
Justine's (Marina's Mother's) POV: I was so stupid, so so stupid. Way too stupid and too much in love to realize that Morton is dangerous. And now he's going to hurt my daughters. They're just kids. Oh, God...
I can't control the stream of tears running down my face as I break down. After a few moments of hysterical crying, I hastily stand back up. I can't be weak in a moment like this, not now.
I have to stay strong and deal with my fate. It is solely my fault. Everything that is currently happening is.
The least I can do now is to own my problems and deal with the consequences that come with them.
I run faster, the harbour isn't that far away anymore. The moment a few ships appear in my eyesight, I stop in my tracks to look up at the sky.
Although I was never religious, I pray to the universe, the stars, the moon, to God, to whatever higher powers are out there, to please keep my kids safe and to get me out of this alive so I can take care of them. And make up for the trouble I've put them through.
I can't bear the thought of a maniac with cruel intentions touching even a single hair on their head. I swallow the panic that is threatening to spill over.
When I reach the almost deserted harbor, I spot an obscure, intimidating looking figure looming out from the line of trees. It's him.
I can feel the shift in the air, the way even the wind seems to want to keep its distance from Morton, avoiding him at all costs and preparing for an epic storm.
I slowly approach him with mushy feet, taking cautious steps.
My attempt to calm myself down goes to waste when the crunching of my stepping on a dry leaf causes him to take huge steps and meet my gaze.
Those eyes. Eyes colored like poison ivy that perfectly reflects his outrageous demeanor. Eyes that tried to take over me completely.
Eyes that made me drown inside my own mind when I closed mine. Eyes that haunted me in my sleep, a permanent reminder of my biggest sin.
My heart is beating so fast against my rib cage that I'm afraid it might break out of it. My uncontrolled breathing only accelerates.
"Long time no see," Melton states calmly.
A shiver runs down my spine. He wears his signature smile that I once thought was genuine, beautiful, warm. Now the positive memory is masked by the contempt I feel for him.
Cold, heartless, cruel.
"What do you want?" I get straight to the point. I intend to sound confident but my voice gives away that I'm exhausted by his energy draining games.
"You. I've always wanted you. And only you." He steps closer and puts his hands on both sides of my face. "I'm ready to forget the past and start over, Justine. I will forgive you for all the things you've done to me. I still love you."
I release myself from his grip, I can't handle being this close to him. Although a little piece inside of me misses the old him, I can't forget the hell he put me through. He turned my whole life upside down and got me constantly frightened and paranoid. I can't hear any more of his bullshit.
"Forgive me? Forgive me?" I emphasize to make my point clear.
"For what? For being stupid enough to let you to fall in love with me, move in with me and invade my personal space? You ruined my life, for god's sake!" I scream at the top of my lungs, tears streaking down my cheeks.
"You ungrateful bitch!" He grabs ahold of my shoulders and tackles me to the floor. The move surprised me so much that I don't have the time to process what is next.
He straddles me, wraps his hands around my neck and hits my head on the hard concrete.
"If I can't have you all by myself, then nobody else will!" He yells in my face and shakes my head, it doesn't touch the floor this time.
"Why are you doing this to me? I've done nothing but love and cherish you!" I am suffocating. My head is pounding and I am tired. Tired of him and this back and forth.
"You hear me?" He exaggerates. The deranged man who is still straddling me releases me from the firm grip and sets his fuming gaze on me, not leaving my eyes for a single second.
My throat hurts but I still grasp for air as if I've never breathed before. The air is laced with a metallic scent.
Before I can protest I feel a painful sensation in my stomach. The pain seems to spread in no time when the knife is being drawn out of my belly and slammed right into it again.
“I love you. And I can't live knowing that you could be with somebody else.” He sniffs while continuing his lethal assault.
“No one will ever love you like I do. And you made it all go to waste.”
I don't know how it's possible to still hear his voice while being in so much pain. He stops for a moment to wipe the tears from his face, knife still in hand.
The blood is dripping down from it like tiny drops from a leaf after rain. I try to concentrate on that image despite the pain.
I welcome any thought that distracts me from thinking about how my children will live without me.
“You deserve this. This is entirely your fault.”
Over and over again, I feel the sharp metallic object being pushed into my belly with great force, then being drawn out. My inaudible cries for help eventually stop.
This seems to be repeating on a permanent loop until I don't feel anything at all.
Marina's POV: Once again, my vision turns into a blur. People and trees transmute into shadows. Noises sound like I'm underwater. My head is going to explode at any moment, I know it.
And then there's nothing. Nothing, but the darkness and an indescribable pain in my soul.
I've lost my mother.
No no no no no no no.
MUMMYYY!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, but in this nothingness, no one hears me.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do, stuck in this dark place. I don't feel my body, I even doubt that I still have one at this time, yet my consciousness is as present as ever.
I suddenly wish that the fireworks came back, so I can be with my family again. Maybe this was just a dream. A very bad, bad dream.
A/N: That's it, thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. This story is also available on my Wattpad account (same username as here).