Prologue
My name is Jack, and i first discovered what i could do when i was little. i was an only child that grew up in a deranged house. my father was a drunk, and my mother was a whore who abandoned me and my dad when i was only 3 months old. my dad was a borderline schizophrenic who drank to escape his reality. since i was an only child and dad had his doubts that i was even his, i was very much a loner. when i turned five, my father noticed me saying arkward words and blank stares towards nothing. my father thought it was the same schitzophrenic gene in him that has been passed down his bloodline. so naturally they took me to a shrink. the shrink was a tall, gray-haired woman who looked like she knew wat she was doing. after about 2 hours of questioning and tests. the shrink figured that i developed an "imaginary friend" and all boys around this age develops one. so naturally, dad dismisses it and lets me have my "friend".
At the age of ten, i seemed to still have my friend. dad was getting more worried over time about my "problem" he started asking questions to me about who my friend is. at first i didnt answer, so naturally he got frustrated and slapped me. a ten year old boy. i was used to his aggrivation so it didnt really affect me. "answer me!" dad screamed as another slap came my way. at this point the slap was much harder and i was getting scared. "boy! nobody will know if ur gone since u dont speak to anyone except for your fake little friend!" dad screamed. "he is not fake!" i mustered up the courage to scream back. "...and he hates you!" i said with the last of my breath. dad's face got blood red and anger fell through his eyes into a cold stare at me. "i told you boy, nobody will miss you" my father balled his hand up into a fist and went to take a swing at my face, but something caught it midswing, like an invisible force holding his balled up hand in the middle between my face and my fathers. "i told you he dont like you..." i muttered. my fathers eyes grew wide with fear, he asked softly not to disturb the boy, "jack, who is your nice friend?" my smirk turned into an evil smile, "his name is Rinn, and he is REAL, father! he says i can do great things, and you were just holding me back!" my fathers eyes grew wider with anger and rage. he blindly swung with his loose hand and knocked me unconsious. out of nowere bright green sparks flew out of every finger on my hands, flying and jumping everywere around the room. lighting up the whole house with a bright green light. the last thing i saw before i blacked out was my father screaming in pain.
my eyes were still closed when i awoke. slowly i started to remember what happened while sirens as well as red and blue lights shine through my eyelids. "where am i?" i muttered to myself. i tried to reach out my hand but i felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and immedately clutched my fist on the soft, cool muddy ground beneath me. an unfamiliar voice spoke to me, "your going to be okay son" at first i thought it was my father helping me up. but when i opened my eyes all i saw was an unfamiliar man in a yellow poncho and a police badge on his left side of his chest. i got up and stood there speechless till i saw what was behind the yellow-dressed cop. it was my complete house left in ashes and cinders. "wa-what happened?" i asked the yellow cop. "we are pretty sure it was an electrical fire. but we got here a little too late. luckily your dad dragged you out of the house before it burned down, but for some reason he went back in and got hit with a main beam. im afraid your father is dead son..." i tried to muster a tear for the officer and succeeded in fooling him that i felt bad. i knew for a fact that he was dead the moment i closed my eyes. i had a feeling it was Rinn but he would never admit it. " son, im sorry but we are gonna hafta bring you with us to the precinct for some questioning if its okay with you?" the officer mentioned. "okay i will." i said as if i had a choice. i knew i didnt, but he didnt think i realized that. we got into one of the many police cruisers and drove away.
on the way towards the precinct, i realized what a desolate place we lived in. i never really left the house much except for when dad and i went grocery shopping. which was rare since we grew most of our stuff on our own land. that all has changed now, because of me. it didnt take long to reach the precinct, it was a fairly large building considering such a small crime rate here down in Charms, Texas. it was a bit unnecessary. either way the precinct was actually the third largest building in the entire town and can easily be seen from any end. the police cruiser pulled in line with all the other cruisers lined in front of the building. since i was sitting in the back of a police cruiser, when we pulled up i had to wait for the officer in yellow to open the door from the outside. as i look up at him through the window, he gave me a smirky little grin. i giggled a little at his funny face, till i heard a large cracking noise to the left of me. suddenly as in slow motion i see a little red circle appear in the smirking officers forehead. within a split second, the entire cruiser window was covered in red paint. i closed my eyes tight with fear while hearing three distinct words before it all went black. "wake up Jack!"
My name is Jack, and i first discovered what i could do when i was little. i was an only child that grew up in a deranged house. my father was a drunk, and my mother was a whore who abandoned me and my dad when i was only 3 months old. my dad was a borderline schizophrenic who drank to escape his reality. since i was an only child and dad had his doubts that i was even his, i was very much a loner. when i turned five, my father noticed me saying arkward words and blank stares towards nothing. my father thought it was the same schitzophrenic gene in him that has been passed down his bloodline. so naturally they took me to a shrink. the shrink was a tall, gray-haired woman who looked like she knew wat she was doing. after about 2 hours of questioning and tests. the shrink figured that i developed an "imaginary friend" and all boys around this age develops one. so naturally, dad dismisses it and lets me have my "friend".
At the age of ten, i seemed to still have my friend. dad was getting more worried over time about my "problem" he started asking questions to me about who my friend is. at first i didnt answer, so naturally he got frustrated and slapped me. a ten year old boy. i was used to his aggrivation so it didnt really affect me. "answer me!" dad screamed as another slap came my way. at this point the slap was much harder and i was getting scared. "boy! nobody will know if ur gone since u dont speak to anyone except for your fake little friend!" dad screamed. "he is not fake!" i mustered up the courage to scream back. "...and he hates you!" i said with the last of my breath. dad's face got blood red and anger fell through his eyes into a cold stare at me. "i told you boy, nobody will miss you" my father balled his hand up into a fist and went to take a swing at my face, but something caught it midswing, like an invisible force holding his balled up hand in the middle between my face and my fathers. "i told you he dont like you..." i muttered. my fathers eyes grew wide with fear, he asked softly not to disturb the boy, "jack, who is your nice friend?" my smirk turned into an evil smile, "his name is Rinn, and he is REAL, father! he says i can do great things, and you were just holding me back!" my fathers eyes grew wider with anger and rage. he blindly swung with his loose hand and knocked me unconsious. out of nowere bright green sparks flew out of every finger on my hands, flying and jumping everywere around the room. lighting up the whole house with a bright green light. the last thing i saw before i blacked out was my father screaming in pain.
my eyes were still closed when i awoke. slowly i started to remember what happened while sirens as well as red and blue lights shine through my eyelids. "where am i?" i muttered to myself. i tried to reach out my hand but i felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and immedately clutched my fist on the soft, cool muddy ground beneath me. an unfamiliar voice spoke to me, "your going to be okay son" at first i thought it was my father helping me up. but when i opened my eyes all i saw was an unfamiliar man in a yellow poncho and a police badge on his left side of his chest. i got up and stood there speechless till i saw what was behind the yellow-dressed cop. it was my complete house left in ashes and cinders. "wa-what happened?" i asked the yellow cop. "we are pretty sure it was an electrical fire. but we got here a little too late. luckily your dad dragged you out of the house before it burned down, but for some reason he went back in and got hit with a main beam. im afraid your father is dead son..." i tried to muster a tear for the officer and succeeded in fooling him that i felt bad. i knew for a fact that he was dead the moment i closed my eyes. i had a feeling it was Rinn but he would never admit it. " son, im sorry but we are gonna hafta bring you with us to the precinct for some questioning if its okay with you?" the officer mentioned. "okay i will." i said as if i had a choice. i knew i didnt, but he didnt think i realized that. we got into one of the many police cruisers and drove away.
on the way towards the precinct, i realized what a desolate place we lived in. i never really left the house much except for when dad and i went grocery shopping. which was rare since we grew most of our stuff on our own land. that all has changed now, because of me. it didnt take long to reach the precinct, it was a fairly large building considering such a small crime rate here down in Charms, Texas. it was a bit unnecessary. either way the precinct was actually the third largest building in the entire town and can easily be seen from any end. the police cruiser pulled in line with all the other cruisers lined in front of the building. since i was sitting in the back of a police cruiser, when we pulled up i had to wait for the officer in yellow to open the door from the outside. as i look up at him through the window, he gave me a smirky little grin. i giggled a little at his funny face, till i heard a large cracking noise to the left of me. suddenly as in slow motion i see a little red circle appear in the smirking officers forehead. within a split second, the entire cruiser window was covered in red paint. i closed my eyes tight with fear while hearing three distinct words before it all went black. "wake up Jack!"
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