Hades Dalton D5 {FIN}

A grease monkey.

That is the name given to him by the other accomplices and his peers and even though the name might sound as if it was an insult, it was the accurate word to address him as. So, of course, there are not days where the ordinary white palms of his hands would not be smeared with grease. As time passed, they had entered into his nails, rooting in there for great amounts of time till he gets the chance to get a proper shower. But, there is a peculiarity about the male. He lives with the sensation of dirt upon his skin, the germs and other harmful organisms inside there marching on his pale, white skin and he is comfortable with it. There were even hours that involved him and his mind not being able to relax, because his skin did not smell of grease and he sees no stains on his clothing.

Everywhere his palms land, plants a stain of grease. And the victim of this act is usually his innate dark brown hair that is frequently gelled with the substance. It is the result of him raking through his locks frequently. He supposed that would make him more alluring but again, he wasn’t in the mysteriously attractive category. If he reveries about it, he was in quite the opposite side of the mentioned category, judging from the openness that he radiates. If his figure of speech cannot tell you about it, his smile surely will. His lips are generally seen curling upwards or releasing adorable chuckles. He likes to think of them as windows to his soul and he is willing to give permission to people to gaze at it. Perhaps it was a sign of weakness or can be considered as a flaw but he could never prevent himself from smiling whenever a person walks pass him.

That was the description of the old self of Hades Dalton.

Now, I plead you to imagine the opposite version of the contents. The once bright smiles turned into nothing and curled up lips shifting into sealed prisons. The warm aura similar to something that is related to a pleasant spring month changed into icy cold winter that has no signs of completion. The greasy skin tamed into a smooth, non-abused surface. Even the smell of grease disappearing without leaving a trace. And, the bright ocean of light inside his skull had altered into a freezing wasteland, reflecting upon his physical appearance. He no longer gives snickers nor chuckles, only blank glares at people. Even though a cloud of cologne blankets his skin now, he is not the previous person anymore.

It all began—

“It’s a boy!”

Hades Dalton was the only child to two of the most talented inventors in district 5, Mr. Dalton and Mrs. Dalton. They were two individuals admired by other inventors and known quite well for their delicate work on music chips and electronic devices. The child was the result of their desire to invent a living organism and so, they took good care of him. Since the moment he was born, only gentle digits of his mother held him and the rough digits of his father fed him. Everyone knows the unconditional love parents have for, especially, a single child. They did not keep their eyes off him.

But, being the prisoners of the Capitol, they do have to work for their living. Being talented inventors, they had a comfortable work station. Ever since he got out of the hospital as an infant, he spent his days in the workshop of his parents, wailing in a small bed while Mr. Dalton inspected machines and Mrs. Dalton sang lullabies to him. Everyone knew clearly that this child would grow up in the workshop and his hands would be as skill as his parents.

And he grew to be more skillful than the robotic hands of his mother and father.

Everyone was fond of Hades Dalton, except for one lady. He doesn’t recall the exact thing he did to give her permission to make his life a living hell but he had his guesses. He doesn’t even know the name of this woman, just the face of her that is drained of youth.

It became verbally. Hades was an explorer. In his leisure times, he would take a stroll around the cage that he lives in. He would strike conversations with other people and aid them if they required his hands, usually in repairing things and machines. She comes during these times as a visitor to the workshop where his parents spend about all of their time in. Then, she would speak, her voices spiteful but manipulative. She would say the lies that she weaves at the scene, depressing his parents with bad news about him that weren’t real. Days passed by and his parents did not even bother to shoo the woman away. They groped for more, a sort of guilty pleasure that they began to have.

He first noticed the faces of his parents that had blue devils dancing all over.

One day, he remained home after giving a fake implication to his parents that he had left for his usual stroll. He hid in a place that was enough to make her words audible to his ears. She spoke about fake rumors, how he was using his smiles to get the attention of other girls, how he bullies others and forces them to give them food, how sinister he was and even sinking low enough to steal a beggar’s food. She managed to transform the perception of his parents completely. From their point of views, his innocent grins were cruel smirks, his chuckles were simply packed with mockery and detest.

He kept listening until tears were flooding down from his cheeks and he was desperately attempting to fight back sobs.
Starting from that day, the change began. He quitted his usual strolls and locked himself in his room, making audible noises of tinkering to notify his parents that he was working with machines and devices.

And this act crystallized him.