"I should have killed you sooner," Mikhail muttered to himself as he stared down at the lifeless form of his 'father', lying motionless on the floor. His heart pounded furiously against his chest, sweat trickling down his brow as he tried to process everything that had just happened. He glanced around the room, taking in the chaotic scene that surrounded him; a shelf, a couple of wooden chairs broken down along with the shattered dining glass table, and the unmistakable scent of blood filling the air from the cut-open body of his 'father'—or, better said, the 'male donor', as he liked to refer to him.
It wasn't until his rage and the adrenaline started to pass after the imminent danger had subsided that he realized what he had done.
But deep down, beneath the shock and disbelief, Mikhail couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at having finally killed him. After years of enduring his father's cruelty and torment against him, his sister, and his mother during his childhood, he had thought he would never see him again in his life after they had taken him away. But who would have predicted that this rabid dog would suddenly reappear? Now, he had done what he had wished to do for all those years back then, and there was no turning back.
He tore his gaze away from the body and raised his head, seeing his mother and sisters huddled together in shock and fear. His mother's forehead was bleeding from the attack that animal had inflicted on her. He quickly stood and went to her side, taking her face into his hands, but her eyes were unfocused, still in shock.
"Mom!" he called out.
"Mom, do you hear me?"
Sasha was entranced, staring at the body of the man who had been her ex-husband and tormentor, staining the nice carpet of their living room with his blood, without moving. Her mind was a mess, not yet feeling the pain from what he had done to her.
He could see her state of mind and softened a little. Hell, even he was still processing everything, but someone needed to calm down and think clearly. It was then that he realized he needed to act—now, and quickly.
His pair of younger twin sisters, Natasha and Nadia, were huddled against their mother, trembling in fear.
"Natasha, bring me the first aid kit from the bedroom. We need to treat Mom," Mikhail said to his little sister Natasha. Then he looked at Nadia. "Nadia, bring me the phone."
Natasha and Nadia looked at him as if hearing him but not really processing his words.
"Go, girls," he spoke more loudly this time, snapping them out of their daze as their eyes went wide.
"I... I'm going, brother," Natasha stood up and scurried over to do what he had asked her, with Nadia following after her.
"Mom, we need to take care of that wound. You're still bleeding," Mikhail said distressedly as he cut open his shirt and started pressing it against her wound. "That bastard hurt you badly."
It was then that Sasha also snapped back into reality. "Mikhail... Son!! He... He...." she muttered with broken sobs as she finally looked at his face, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"I know, Mom. I know... but it's alright now. It's over," Mikhail sighed as he embraced her head caringly, continuing to press on her wound while she cried on him.
"Brother, I brought the phone," Nadia said, out of breath, as she stood beside him.
"Thanks," Mikhail said as he took the phone from his sister's hand. "We need to report this and not let time pass." He said to his mother as he continued pressing on her wound with one hand and dialing 911 with the other.
Mikhail picked up the phone and dialed the emergency number. As he waited for the operator to answer, he quickly devised a plan to ensure he wouldn't be prosecuted for killing his father in self-defense. He knew the police would arrive soon, and he needed to act fast.
When the operator answered, Mikhail calmly explained that there had been an accident at home and that his father—who had a restraining order against him—was unconscious on the floor. He emphasized that his father had broken into his home and attacked first, hurting his mother by stamping her face against the wall and the shelf, and then attacking him, forcing him to defend himself. The operator assured him that help was on the way, and Mikhail thanked her before hanging up.
Soon, Natasha appeared with the med kit, and he treated his mother as best as he could while they waited for the police to arrive. When they did, Mikhail answered their questions automatically, his mind wandering to the events leading up to this moment as he saw his father's body being carried out of the house. He remembered the countless times that beast had beaten his mother, but he had gotten the worst of that abomination, being left bleeding, cut, and burned with his cigarettes after discovering that Mikhail's body could abnormally heal, leaving no traces of his atrocities. He was a sadistic piece of shit without scruples who liked to terrorize his family. The constant feeling of dread and anxiety that had plagued him ever since he could remember for his loved ones.
And now, seeing that beast no longer existed because he had killed him, he felt that no matter what happened next, he didn't regret anything he had done to him. It was the right choice for his family to be free at last.
It felt as though he would finally be able to live his new life comfortably. Yes... his new life. Mikhail had actually been a man in his early 20s living in the year 2024 when he was suddenly reincarnated with all his memories intact into this new life. Mikhail was a person who had already lived a life before experiencing this new one. He was, and still is, a person who is not easily intimidated but is also prudent enough not to be stupid, and has the guts to defend himself and his beloved if needed.
He had no qualms in his previous life about killing two armed robbers who had once broken into his home late at night, even when he was still being charged with time in prison by the corrupted legal system that deemed his actions as excessive self-defense—as if self-defense only began when you were first shot through the heart before you could shoot your assailant.
All this new life had started for him when he was on vacation in state prison—because that's what that place is, a vacation spot. You have anything inside: free food, TV, internet, smartphones, whores, drugs, whatever you want, just like outside. Hell, the state even pays you monthly for being a criminal, and you can even vote. You just don't need to mind the company of the other inmates and be strong and cold enough to fuck others if needed.
With his long free time there, with nothing better to do, he started reading The Walking Dead comics to see the difference between the TV show universe and the comic.
He snickered at the non-existence of Daryl, the magic redneck who could do anything, on internet forums, amazed at the idea of old, decrepit Dale being able to fuck Andrea, a woman who could be his granddaughter by age, as if that were normal.
He noted the early death of Shane and the difference in character, not being as aggressive as in the show, and even more, the difference in Carl, who is the one who kills him off. The difference between Carol in the show and the comics: one is a very early young mother seduced by Ed, a mere car salesman with only his lips to offer, and the other is a mother in her late 20s. Both were abused physically and mentally, as were their daughters, but in the show, Carol, at her 40s, already looked like a grandmother. Worse was this Ed, who wasn't even a worker—how the hell did they even live? And the differences don't end there with Carol: one kills himself in the prison, and the other becomes someone who doesn't blink and puts a bullet between your eyebrows.
There was the big family that Hershel Greene had, and how the paths to the farm and even the prison changed completely from the comics to the TV show. Tyreese was completely different, enjoying Carol's company while discarding her easily for Michonne later on, and his daughter and boyfriend doing a mutual suicide. Andrea lived, becoming Rick's wife, as did Sophia and Carl, and being the longest-living woman from the Atlanta group until the end. Finally, the Governor is someone who takes his brother's name and kisses his zombified niece after pulling her teeth out.
Mikhail then clicked on an advertisement that popped up on his screen, where he could create an OC character and do a fan casting that he would like to appear in the TWD universe. In the process, he developed a fictitious OC with options from a list of choices available. For the background, he chose a mother mixing Carol's early history, who had him in her tween years as an early young, girly mother. It was something shocking to him, the age of some women's early pregnancies available on the list, being just kids to him for such an event at that early age, but being fiction, he selected one who seemed absurd while being a more realistic age that could have happened, such a degenerate who could do the deeds. But he knew it was a reality, with early mothers at such young ages even in the present day. Their access to all kinds of information, video games, and new era entertainment of all kinds made a difference in the way children grew up, from going outside to play as kids should, to being enclosed in their rooms going virtual all day on their computers and smartphones, brewing different generations with different mentalities, trends, and times, making a shocking generational difference between the then and now of society.
After he completed the character's appearance and background, he was prompted to select two powers from a short list. Given the apocalypse setting, Mikhail picked "Ultimate Wolverine Template" and, in the second slot, "Bonding Bite". This would allow him to heal only females by letting them drink his blood, but also as the effect of a potent aphrodisiac and ecstasy. If he were to fuck her, she would be bonded to him, becoming unkillable and ageless after maturing, unless he died—which was almost impossible given that he had Logan's powers.
Suddenly, after confirming the character, Mikhail experienced a blackout. After an unknown amount of time, he recovered, confused about the ordeal. After all, he had just finished making his character in the advertisement, only to suddenly appear bound, nearly impossible to move, and almost blind. The first thing he did was try to look around the place, a complicated feat because of his short-sightedness, which only made contours of people visible. After an initial fright, he started thinking that he was dreaming or hallucinating, but seeing no end to what was happening and being aware of his surroundings and his small size compared to the people holding him in their embrace, he started to accept the reality that he had been reincarnated. He was depressed a little because he hadn't had a sad life before. The appeal to the Supreme Court about his case had discovered the corruption of the state judge who had put him in prison with no reason, his self-defense justified the moment he broke into private property. He was about to be freed that week, but if the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.
Mikhail watched with rapt attention as his new tween-aged, very young mother leaned forward, her eyes alight with love and so much joy in such a young face.
For the past five years of his new life, Mikhail had seen the abuse his father inflicted on his mother, Sasha, and his pair of little twin sisters, Natasha and Nadia, at the hands of his new father, Boris. Whether physical or mental, he took the brunt of the force as he did every little thing he could to divert attention from his family to himself from early on, since the moment he could talk, taunting him every time he wanted to do something against them. But he was happy to redirect the attention from them to him.
But everything changed a few years later on a special night when his mother sought the comfort of his touch and body heat to keep going after the hard beating Ed had given her. That night, she cried as she got into his bed, embracing him while weeping heartbrokenly about the kind of hell she was living and the destiny she had not chosen after the true face of that demon called Ed showed itself after making her pregnant so early. She had no family... no one, and he was the only one who showed her tenderness—but all that changed when the psychopath showed his fangs. So, in her unstable state of mind, being just sixteen, while tending to her son's hurt face, she licked a little of his blood from his bleeding lips, finally ending up using her son for comfort. Because of the bonding bite's effects, she fell into depravity, surrendering without much resistance to her desires as she ended up bonded to him. From that moment on, she did not let Ed touch her again in any way, but what was more surprising than that was that she got pregnant at that moment. Seeing his mother not let Ed touch her again after being bonded, she always ended up beaten.
Seeing this situation and him being a kid in body but not in mind, he guided her on what to do to remove Ed from their lives now that she looked at him differently after experiencing the powers of the bond, recovering her body quickly after being hurt, and the crotch and breast tattoo she got after having relations with her son, confirming to her that her child was no normal child.
Weirdly enough, the minor protection department didn't take them away from their mother and send them to some orphanage or random family to take care of them, or even her being just sixteen. He attributed it all to the character's background being forced to be completed by the world's will or the being that sent him here.
So, for the last 9 years, they lived in peace. His mother was an uneducated woman who didn't know how to do anything. It was Ed who brought money to the house, and there was little she could do to maintain her family, but Mikhail guided her on what to do with the pension and subsidies that she got. Living in a precarious situation, they strived using the amateurish but sufficient knowledge Mikhail had of world trends and the economy from his past life, and given that they were in the past when juicy things in the economy world still hadn't exploded but still followed the same events in the timeline, he already knew what would happen and how to use the financial system to snowball the little money they could get into more and more.
His mother never cut off what she started that night. She even sought more of it as she relied more and more on him, and her body craved his touch and tenderness. That relationship continued to burn and flourish as Mikhail didn't deny her, becoming his mother's man while their daughter was seen as his little sister by the outside world and even on her identification. But inside their home and family presence of five, she was raised knowing that he, Mikhail, was her true father, calling him "daddy" at every chance, making him always have a big smile.
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Back to the present time.
Over the next few hours, the police questioned Mikhail extensively about the incident, trying to determine whether or not he had acted in self-defense. Mikhail recounted the events normally and unhurriedly, explaining what had happened since the moment Ed appeared at their door. He showed them the bruises and cuts that covered his body, evidence of the brutality he had faced at his father's hands, and his mother's face, hurt and bloody from her ex-husband. It covered most of the facts that transpired with the chairs and the table.
In the end, the police determined that Ed had broken into their home while having a restraining order to stay away from the family, and Mikhail had indeed acted in self-defense. They closed the case without pressing charges. Relieved and exhausted, Mikhail returned home with his mother from the police station. Natasha and Nadia were taking care of Alisha as they waited anxiously for them to come back.
When Mikhail and Sasha entered the house, he almost broke down seeing his beloved sisters and baby girl. Without saying a word, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around each of them in turn, holding them close and whispering words of comfort and reassurance.
"Hon, now we are free of that man. Just our family," Sasha whispered in his ear, with an almost absurd attachment to her son after years of their relationship. She was an orphan from infancy and didn't know the warm love of a family other than what she had now.
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6 Years Later
2010 - with the outbreak almost being near them
"Hey, Mom," Mikhail greeted as he walked through the door, tossing his backpack onto the couch. "How was work today?"
Sasha smiled warmly at her son. "It was good, thank you. How about you? Did you learn anything interesting in school today?"
"Not really," Mikhail replied with a shrug. "Just more math stuff."
"Well, maybe we can find something fun to do together later," Sasha suggested. "What do you think, girls?" She turned towards Natasha, Nadia and Alisha who were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework.
"Daddy, your back!" Alisha got up and ran into Mikhail's embrace while wetting his face in kisses.
"Yeah, sure!" Natasha chimed in excitedly. "We can go to the park to enjoy the evening or watch a movie or something."
Nadia nodded in agreement. "That sounds like fun."
Mikhail grinned. "Alright then, let's make plans later. But first, I need to take a shower because I stink from gym class."
As Mikhail headed upstairs to the bathroom, Sasha couldn't help but feel happy of her children and what she has now. They had grown up so quickly, especially Mikhail, who seemed to be maturing right before her eyes. And despite everything they had gone through with their father and life, they still managed to remain strong and loving towards each other. It filled her heart with warmth knowing that they were there for one another no matter what happened.