Silus leaned back in the pilots chair, as the small freighter moved through hyperspace. It was nothing special, just a later hyperdrive and two laser cannons on the front. The only thing he was left with once his 'family' were murdered.
He never knew who his real family was, and he made no efforts to try and find out. When he was found, barely out of the womb, left out to die. To be taken in, by those basterds. He was only fed because they were forced to, though fed was a word used a bit lightly. Fifteen years of anger, of being with them.
They believed themselves of noble blood, trying to live fit as royalty, though they were too lazy, or perhaps too stupid, to work for anything. No. Instead, they used Silus to...help make sure they got what they wanted. As soon as he had learned to walk, they sent him out to the streets. At first to beg. Then steal. And as he grew older, their jobs grew more complicated, their greed larger. Ironic, that everything that he had stolen for them, was stolen from them, and they were murdered in their sleep. He smiled at the thought.
He did not fit in. And he was guessing he never would. His hair was black, and his eyes a deep shade of blue. Though not unlike others. Except, he was different. And he was shunned for it. He could do things others couldn't, when he lost control of his emotions, he could...do things. Such as lift a rock in the air. Or a stick. Or a knife. With the fact that his ears were slightly pointed, this only helped fuel their belief that he was a demon. And so people avoided him. And that was how he liked it.
Though he hated the faces, their faces, whenever they saw him. Faces of terror, and of discust, whenever they saw him. And so he had learned to hide himself, use the shadows to his needs. But that never stopped those feelings, the loneliness. The anger at everyone for not accepting him.
"Will I always be alone?" He asked no one at all.
