White Alchemist

Earl's mind, Tyger's body

Earl sat in the middle of his cell. His eyes almost dead, void of life, his hair scattered and messy... It hadn't been combed in days.

His teeth beginning to brown, his body reeking from weeks without a bath. But all that didn't matter to him, not right now, he didn't care at all.

He sat silently with a look of despair and hopelessness on his face. His mouth moved slightly, repeating a single line over and over.

"I killed my mother"

"I killed my mother"

"I killed my mother"

The reality he'd learnt still hadn't left him. The origins of his system, the way it was created, why it was created, he knew the bitter truth now.

He was the cause. He was the virus. He was the sickness. He was a murderer even before he was born.

Throughout he's life he'd grown up thinking that his mother died from a severe incurable illness and his father suffered a similar fate.

He'd realised that wasn't the truth halfway through his first year, when he realised that his father died giving him a system and prote