
So Let Me Please Introduce Myself
Matt couldn’t remember the exact date he got his mark. But he could remember the day he found it. November 16th 1996. He couldn’t have had it for long before that. At least he doesn’t think so. Matt considers himself lucky as the mark wasn’t in black ink, but rather in braille. People would likely not notice it. The mark was located on his right left wrist.
The morning of the 16th started off as normal. Well as normal as mornings training with Stick could be. Then Stick found the mark.
Stick started attacking him and the fight was going normally (Stick beating the shit out of him) when suddenly Stick just stopped.
Matt was confused. Stick never stopped. He didn’t understand what was happening. When Matt yelled at Stick, asking what he was doing, he responded saying that he can’t deal with someone like me. Matt asked what he meant. Someone like him? What the hell does that mean? Stick told him that he was an idiot for not noticing. Matt screamed at him for an actual answer. Stick told him that he was weak and that the war was better off without someone like him. That was the last time he saw Stick.
Matt stood there for a while unsure of what happened. Maybe this was some sort of fucked up test. What was Stick doing right before he stopped? He was probably going to flip him over and bring him to the ground. Was it something to do with that? His wrist! That’s what he grabbed.
Matt felt his wrist and sunk.
Oh.
That’s why.
Matt started to cry, but stopped himself as soldiers shouldn’t cry.
Soldiers shouldn’t have soul mates either.
As if his life isn’t messed up enough already. Now he has to deal with a soulmate.
Stick was teaching him stuff. Stick was great and now his soulmate took Stick away from him.
Matt sat on his bed in the orphanage. Careful to not draw attentional his wrist and always on guard so no one could grab it. Always on guard for anyone trying to get too close. The Nuns wouldn’t like it. They would give him to the government.
If he didn’t have a soulmate, Stick would still be here. That was the only thought going through Matt’s head right now.
He lay in bed that night cursing Foggy.