The Other Side

Chapter 1: Where it all began

 

   Looking back at everything that happened I now know that I should have just gotten help from the start. If I did then I wouldn't be in this situation right now. The name is Gemini my mom gave me this name because she thought I was a message from the gods, that I was there to save her. If only she could see me know would she be happy? Proud? Disappointed? Scared?

   It all started in the summer when I was nine years old my parents and I had just gotten home after going bowling. Mabey we were to tired to pay attention or mabey it was my fault for distracting them by my stupid questions. I should have just kept my mouth shut and none of this would have ever happened. By the time my father had walked inside and noticed it was already to late.

   They say it was a robbery gone wrong, even so that didn't give them the right to take away my parents life. From my experience today I can tell they had no idea what they where doing. They had been so shaken up that they hit my father twice and my mother once but had some how emptied up three fully loaded guns in the process. By that time they decided that they weren't going to leave behind any witnesses even if I was just a kid. So they beat me until I couldn't even make a sound because of this I guess they thought I was dead. Either that or the sirens scared them off.
  
   Even without my parents my life carried on, so I ended up staying about two weeks in the hospital. Since my parents were my only known family the government through me into the first orphanage that would take me in. It wasnt until I was 13 years old my father's parents found out that I existed. Apparently my father left so that he could be with my mother behind his parents back and while they were at it I was born. Considering the fact that I had already been in the orphanage for so long it took them about two years to finalize the adoption.

   It wasn't until I was 15 and started to live with my grandparents for a couple of months that I had started getting blackouts. I had no idea what I was doing during the blackouts, nobody knew about my blackouts except for me it wasn't until I reach 17 years old they did. The story that they told me was that I was walking down  the street when  some guy cat called me and in responds I stomped his face into the ground. After that my grandparents forced me to start seeing a therapist. Right after high school I signed up for the Marines I needed a way out, I needed a release, so I got one, one that nobody would judge me for. One that  everyone would consider me a hero for.

   After I have to serve my 4 years I was put on inactive reserve. It wasn't until I turned 23 years old that I felt like I wasn't living my life anymore not only that but I was constantly tired. It not like I was even sleepy I was just tired of life in general. To distract myself I decided to go to the career of law enforcement. I trained in a police academy for two years until I finally graduated by the time that it was completed I had finished my inactive reserve I was officially a veteran.

   My second year I was assigned to a cold case on a serial killer by the name of Atë. He was extremely good at cleaning up the mess and with his weapons. But it was like he wanted to be found always leaving behind these weird riddles that took us days to figure out. Some were about his next victim, in which by the time we figured it out it was already to late. Some  were just about  all the bad in the world and how he was just doing his part in cleaning it up, after this we considered him as a mission serial killer. But even with all of his clues we were still never close to catching him it was like a never ending game of cat and mouse. I was given the case when almost everyone in the Los Angeles police department had considered him a ghost. But I had felt this magnetic pull to him without even nowing anything about him I still felt like we were connected. After a couple weeks I was obsessed, but soon began to think if I was at a dead end and really was chasing a ghost.

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Mission killer: feels the need to or the duty to kill a certain type of person/class of people (they arn't considered psychotic)

I know it's short but this is just some background information, later on it will all make sense. This all started as a essay for school it was actually one of the first things that I wrote that I actually liked. So I decided to add more detail and make it a stry. I hope you enjoy it!