[Ｐｒｏｌｏｇｕｅ]
'This world is a wonderful place, but it can be full of terrible things and terrible people. From the age of sixteen, I've witnessed things no other teenager would want to experience. It's been six years since I last saw the Kings, six years since I've last visited Cam at the hospital, six years since I last saw her. Who am I you may ask the names, Kyle West or Alfonsi, I really don't mind.
Chapter 1
Kyle
Another question you may ask, what the fuck have I been doing over these past five years if my whole life is so screwed up, well let's start from a week after the Kings left back to Spain, well to be fair I was depressed. The love of my life had just been attempted to be killed in my arms, my best friend got shot and was in a coma for two weeks, my two stepsisters were killed and all for the price Family Always. My family had lived by this code for generations and generations back to even before I was born. So with all that my whole life had been screwed up by the person I'm supposed to call my twin.
So like I said before a week after the Kings left to Spain, I 'attempted' suicide but as you can tell that didn't end well. I got sent to a central hospital and I was put in bed rest for about two to three weeks, from then on I got sent to a medium-security prison in New Jersey. The prison there was a unisex prison. I stayed there for about two years and that's when, I went nuts, I felt mentally ill, I went on a killing rampage killing nearly 25 people, from there I got sent to a psychiatric centre for three more years when I finally escaped at the two month mark and moved to Russia.
I won't lie moving here was probably one of the best decisions I've ever made in my whole life. I got a job as a CEO, I bribed a judge to get my criminal record expunged, but the only problem was adapting to the kinds of people who live here. Adapting has always been one of my most difficult issues. I like to stand my ground, so when I'm constantly being told what and what not to do got frustrating.
For the past two and a half years I've been here I've posed as two different people. If I ever desired to go back to catch up with friends family and others I needed to get back into the country with the ID, Damon Ryan, mysterious billionaire play boy only ever seen by employees who vow never to reveal his identity. Cliche I know but the names kept me going for the past 2 years and with this I've also been able to manage West Star resorts under even McCains nose. I get payed so I'm happy. Here in Russia I go by my personal name Kyle West Alfonsí. With this name I would typically have got to arrested sent to prison and never seen the light of day but like said no one even knows me here, so that was my advantage.
I started picking up on the language, and like I said moving here, best choice I've ever made. I ended up joining an organization called: The Movement, it's been hell. The Movement stands up for gender inequality, run by Anderson McCain. In these times men are superior to women, men are now the ones who get jobs, who get paid and who get educations, so that leaves all the women to clean the houses, wash the dishes, iron the clothes, and cook the dinners so me being me I couldn't let that happen so thats why I joined the Movement. I started off as a learner and ended up kicking everyone's asses, so then I moved up as a sniper/close combat fighter/decoy. After a few months, my skills improved and I ended up becoming the head manager for the Movement in Russia, but things like this come at a heavy price. I had loose everything to get where I am now.
The movement isnt the kind of place that you just join to stand up for women's rights I've gotten to learn the true intentions of this place and their true beliefs and let's just say it's not so great for us people of color.
The first big mission I set my team up to was to kill me, not literally though, just from the world, that way I could lead my team without any threats, and today was supposed to be the day that mission was to be completed.
"Vse slushayut, pozdravlyayu s missiyey. YA ochen' gorzhus', i ya pozvolyayu vam vsem otdokhnut' i khorosho provesti vremya s vashimi sem'yami. (Everyone listen up, congratulations on the mission. I am very proud and I am allowing you all to relax and have a good time with your families.)" I exclaim to the men and women who participated in today's mission.
"Ser, ya dumayu, vy dolzhny posmotret' eto (Sir, I think you should see this) " said one of my men.
"Chto ya smotryu" (What am I watching) I demanded
"Novosti" (The news)
"Vy vklyuchayete televizor. k novostyam"(You turn on the TV. to the news) I demanded from one of the men ' Once the TV went on you could see that a lot of my men were getting annoyed, the news reporter was loud and bubbly and truth be told, it almost sounded as if she was screaming the words. I could tell that this reporter was no older than 25 as she looked like an immature high school dropout. As for the fact that we're in Russia this was what looked like to be an American news reporter the video had Russian subtitles and a Russian sign language reporter.
"Good Evening America, It's your favourite gossip girl Dani Wilbert, back at it again with you daily gossip," she said "Turns out our all-time favourite criminal Kyle West is actually reported as dead. As most of us would want to keep him in our prayers some of us cant help to say it's his karma."
"Ya khochu, chtoby vse eto interv'yu bylo zapisano i otpravleno mne na zhestkom diske i v pechatnom vide," (I want all this interview to be recorded and sent to me on both hard drive and in print.) I commanded
"Da, nachal'nik," (Yes, boss) one of the men responded
"As you guys can most probably see we are here joined my one of his only known relatives Carter Alfonsí who chose to give a few statements regarding the tragic death of his brother," the reporter air quoted the word tragic which I could even see though my screen pissed Carter off,
' For fuck's sake why can't people stay in their place' "Ty zapisyvayesh' eto, " (Are you recording this?) I demanded
"Da, nachal'nik," (Yes, boss) Another guy responded
"Good evening Mr Alfonsi" said the reporter
"Good evening to you too" Carter responded
"Before we start how are you feeling, with your brothers' death and all?" questioned the reporter
"I still can't believe the whole of America fell for that," Carter chuckled
" Can I ask, what do you mean by that?" exclaimed the reporter
"He's not dead," Carter said eagerly
"But the police said they found his body in an alley, on 27'th street, this morning" the reporter explained
"It was one of my friends that he got killed and used as a doner, I must say I'm impressed brother if this is your way of revenge" he said smiling
" Well folks as you can see we all have different ways of grieving and Mr Alfonsí's here is to imagine fakes but who are we to judge."
" Darling your judging off of your scripted lies," he responds
" To reponds to your vile accusation on scripted lies,I'll have you know that this is a live interview which means nothing here is scripted darling. Honestly if your here to criticize our show why even bother trying to be aired"
" Well, if we're being honest I never agreed to doing this my manager forced me and secondly I personally only accepted to do this shit to hopefully get a message to my dear old twin,"
"What exactly might that message be?"
"I need you back in New York twiny, 'dead' or alive"
"Vyklyuchi et" (Turn this off) I said completely annoyed. I start walking to my office and then I remembered I still had Carter's number I quickly ran through my contact list and spotted his number, I called it hoping he would still have the same number.
"Well isn't this a lovely surprise, I was just talking about you" Carter exclaimed
"You know it took my team a year to fake my death, and it took you and your big ass mouth less than 2 minutes to screw that up" I mentioned
"Ain't I a dear," he said sarcastically
"Don't flatter yourself, what do you want?" I said annoyed
"Absolutely nothing, well except your forgiveness," he said
"What is it that you really want, cause if you want me dead you could have saved us all the trouble and just fly over to Russia," I said seriously
"You seriously can't believe the fact that I'm still trying to kill your loved ones again after I helped you numerous times after," he said sounding a little bit upset
"Carter, just tell me what you want," I said sounding a little bit annoyed
"I'd rather talk face to face, so, if you could fly back to NY tonight that would be very much appreciated," he said calmly
"Why so, so you can throw a knife through my chest," I said sarcastically
"So I can do the same thing you did to me, I'm not that horrible" he laughed
" Haha very funny your wasting my time" I exclaimed
"You called me remember" he says
"You wanted my attention and I'm giving it to you so I might have been the one who called but it was under your request,"
"Asswipe, but honestly, Kyle, I wanna talk," he said seriously
"I'm not coming back there, all it brings is bad memories and death," I said
" Please, Kyle, I just really need my big brother here," he said sadly
" I'll think about it, just give me some time," I said truthfully " Carter how about I call you when I'm free," I sit on the edge of my dark oak desk and place my phone on top of my laptop
"No problem, I've got some shit to do anyways" he explained Now, for some me-time, I take my time to walk to my car, slowly observing all the different men and women gathered together smiling and enjoying themselves while they're free, enjoying all the little happy moments that they've made with different friends and families, I also enjoyed the sight of seeing the smiles the people have when doing their work, like, the love and commitment they have for their jobs, and the effort they put in just for that extra mile, honestly puts a smile to my face"Vsem spokoynoy nochi" (Goodnight everybody) I said almost shouting
"Spokoynoy nochi, boss" (Goodnight boss) they all replied
I walk out of the building with a big ass smile plastered across my face, after a few years for once I actually felt okay. I felt that maybe I could make amends with my brother that just maybe we would go back to our old foolish habits
"Boss, podozhdi" (Boss, wait) a young girl shouted "Izvinite, moya komanda zabyla dat' vam eto ran'she, eto zapis' interv'yu" (Sorry, my team forgot to give you this before, this is the interview recording) she said while rushing to me
"Akh da spasibo" (Oh yes thanks) I replied,she quickly rushed back into the building so she wouldn't get wet from the rain, this was the typical weather here, but at least it's not snowing, I quickly stuff the piece of paper and flash drive inside of my big dark black coat and slowly walk to my car, I know it's stupid to walk in the rain, but it somewhat calms me down, once I started my car I'm welcomed by a loud blast of music coming from my radio. I personally have never liked any modern day music as I'm more of a classical type of guy, in a way I feel it describes my teenage self, not that I was always sad or anything just the song genre just described my always changing moods.
As I'm driving up ahead of me I see a kid walking across the street, immediately I start breaking my car because this kid doesn't look like he's slowing down. My car only decides to stop right in front of him. I lift the hand break for my car and immediate step out of the car. I walk towards the boy and turn him around to face me. "Ty ne smotrish', kuda idesh',(do you not look where you are going)" I exclaim. He doesn't respond but simply just looks at me in my eyes with a curious yet confused face. "Do you not understand what I'm saying," I state in english. The boy tilts his head to the left and I read once when kids do this their most probably unsure of something, I start thinking of the many languages I know but the only one that comes to mind when I look at the kid was going back to my roots, Spanish. "De donde eres, (Where are you from)?" I finally ask
"la América," he responds. I was genuinely surprised to hear the boy respond fluently, I went down on my two knee's so I could level with him. The boy was barley clothed for this weather better yet even a day here in Russia. The boy wore a light blue t-shirt, which had a few rips on the sleeve, black sweatpants which barley covered down to his legs and sopping wet khaki boots. The rain still poured heavily on both of us, I took of my coat and placed it around the kid,
" ahora puedes estar más caliente. (Now you can be warmer)" I add "Dónde están tus padres? (Where are your parents)" I ask. The boy simply nods a no. "Ven conmigo. (Come with me)" I say walking towards the pass. I walk towards the passenger seat, open the door for him and indicate for him to go in. Once again he gives me one of those 'I dont understand looks' "Está lloviendo mucho y ningún niño debe estar solo afuera, especialmente con este clima.(It is raining heavily and no child should be alone outside, especially in this weather.)" Slowly he then walks towards my car and once again I indicate for him to jump into my car until he finally jumps in. I put the car door on child lock and proceed to close the door. I walk towards my side of the car and step back into the car. I start the car again and continue to drive down the street. "Donde te quedas? (Where do you stay?)"
"I can speak English," he says softly
"Okay then what's your name?"
"Matthew." he responds whilst twiddling with his thumbs
"Okay Matthew where do you stay?"
"I'm not from here," he responds
"How long have you been here?"
"Two years,"
" Where have you been staying for these past two years," Conveniently we drive past three ginormous cylinders left from past constructions, he points to the bottom left one. "When was the last time you ate something?" He shrugs lightly and continues to stare at his fingers. "Do you wanna get food," he nods lightly still focusing on his thumbs.I start driving to the nearest McDonald's until eventually I find one with a drive through as I'm ordering food for the kid softly he says,
"I'm diabetic," I nod and change up the order completely I continue to tell the staff of the restaurant that whenever Matthew enters their store for food they must keep it on his tab. I collect the food and park in the parking lot. I pass Matthew his meal, I guessed he hadn't eaten in a while so I bought alot. He slowly takes the packet yet also attempts to open the door.
"Let me open it for you."I say. I step outside the car as the rain here isnt as heavy and I open the door for Matthew and he jumps out with his bag of McDonald's and my coat. "Hey kid you be safe out there okay whenever you get hungry come here and they'll make you whatever you want okay," he nods and starts walking towards the gate. It hurt me that I couldn't keep him. Matthew looks like the type of child with a big heart just grew up in a toxic world. I know boys like him, he reminds me of myself as a child he wants to be independent live on his own but also just wants to be loved I knew I couldn't make that wish come true but I could help him in the process. I was proud of myself in my many years of selfishness I have finally thought about someone other than myself. I wanted to run after this kid and maybe at least keep him for the night but with a blink of an eye he had already vanished into the cloudy world.
I walk back into my car and start driving to my penthouse. Once I got home I went straight to my bedroom, changed and went straight to my gym, I walked to my punching bag and started practising different techniques of punching that's when all my memories from New York came in but not the good ones, I felt like strangling someone just to ease the pain, so I started punching and punching until my fists started bleeding through my gloves but unfortunately that didn't stop me I continued to punch this bag as if it was a real person that I wanted to kill, but not as in everyday I need to kill someone like that person has mentally hurt me, hurt someone that I truly love, it was as if now I was in a continues loop of memories one after the other and it just wouldn't stop, I eventually broke, I crawled up against the wall and just let it out, I was in pain, mental pains , physical pains, images of her , Im to afraid to say her name. Red locks. The laugh. Her voice. Her touch. I held my head in agony, cried and screamed. That's when I needed to see someone and the only person who I could think of was my idiotic brother so, I went up to my room packed my things and left without saying a word to anyone. I got into a private jet and slept through the whole journey. I sent Carter a text to warn him I was coming, and from then on I started thinking. If I was born into a different life would I truly be going through all this torment all this pain, I guess only fate can tell
"Welcome back would you like a tour of the infamous New York," said Carter after I had landed
"Fuck, Carter I missed you so much," I say while pulling him in for a hug, I held him so tight as if it was the last time I was ever going to see him, this is definitely what I needed after almost six years of hell, "Thanks for coming, Carter, I really needed you today," I say softly
"Honestly, for all the hell I put you through six years ago, this is the least I could do," he says smiling
"It's not your fault,Family always remember" I say sadly
"Family always," he replies "I see you bleached your hair, why," he asked while holding me, tightly
"Felt like I needed a change, the charcoal just wasn't suiting my new aesthetic," I say almost laughing
"Well now since your back we have got some shit to deal with that you so happened to miss," he says slowly pulling away from the hug
"What's the plan?" I said
"I'll tell you in the car follow me," he says as he starts walking to a car
" It must be big isn't it, " I say sarcastically
"Can you just come, already you're starting to annoy me and we haven't even been in the same space for less than an hour," he says opening the car door
"If I don't annoy you then who will," I say almost laughing, He lifts the middle finger up at me while he steps into the car and I let out a big ass laugh and walk to the car, " So now what's the plan," I say eagerly
"Axel White ever heard of him," he replies
"Of course, he was my left hand. I told him to manage the Ravens in my leave " I say stunned
"Well your little lefty threatened me a few days ago, apparently he wants to go on a public rant to expose me,"
I chuckle "He's a boy,Cee, most probably just wants to meet you,"
"Mmh, I'm sure but i want to meet him the information he carries is quite important to me,"
"What is it that he wants to expose?" I ask
"Well what's the point in all of this if you're just going to find out,"
"So it involves me?"
"No, it's just confidential," he replies
"Then why the fuck did I come back here just for you not to tell me,"
"We both know you came for just more thsn finding out what I need." I knew Carter was right. I just need one reason to come back not as a fake but me. I needed to see her again but this time maybe not to hurt her.
Once we stepped out of the car we were welcomed by four guards who were holding guns. The guards holding the guns slowly lowered them and plastered wide smiles on their faces
"Boss." On of the guards say in disbelief
"Missed me...
That's when I knew, The Black Raven was back and stronger than ever before...