As I answered the phone my mother's sharp parental tone carressed my ears. "Boy where are you?" I didn't answer right away so she curtly responded with "that requires an answer" I deliberated my answer and thought it through before speaking and went with the most curt none of your business answer I could muster "you know exactly where I am mother" I let my tone drip with some acid to it. she bit back with "Don't get smart with me boy or call me mother if you ever speak to me that way again I'll make sure your ass knows not to next time I raised you better than that now if your ass is going after your father I told you that won't make it right." I ignored her as she continued to rant and rant it was annoying and I new everything she could or would say by heart. life only holds so much that we could do in it once we've done it all everything after is just a repetition of what we have done but differently the second third and fourth time around. As I progressed through my plans mentally whilst only half listening to her she finally said something that caught my attention. " I need you to get home your brother is dying. he was shot by someone looking for you someone knows your shadow." my world turned upside down cause there was only one person who knew that. She was my first love and a mistaken love who only yearned for power and control over others. I was treated like a slave she even nicknamed me her mutt slave. it didn't indicate anything more than I was a bad breeding only worth being a slave. I still couldn't fathom this I still couldn't perceive that she didn't love me even with the way she blatantly treated me because like many my first love came with rose colored glasses that I failed to see through. what opened my eyes to her disdain of me was the fact that in the essence of all of it when she was finally through with me she slit my throat and left me for dead. she was my awakening to my powers because if not for her hatred of me that went unnoticed by me I would've never known what was truly wrong with me. I may have been called a freak alot Because she told everyone I was dead but those who did never spoke of it again because no one could. Ever since my awakening and my chosen destiny I embarked upon she had followed me seeking out my weaknesses and still couldn't find them. I even parted ways with my family on horrid notes knowing she was watching and made myself a monster to many in an effort to protect them. thinking back upon my time with that woman she was vindictive she cunning and very calculated. I needed to avoid going back because that would show her the weakness she needed and she would not stop till she destroyed me by bringing me to my knees and breaking my spirit and then killing me after she has tasted my suffering. I proceeded to listen calmly to my mother while I logged into my laptop a device I custom built and programmed to be untraceable by any and went to a dark site used by various nefarious people and posted an anonymous post with limited contact info. the post was in the title whilst the body of the post had limited contact Info it read as such:
IN NEED OF CONTRACTOR FOR INFESTATION PROBLEM
MOSLO MOTEL ROOM 54 SERBIA RUSSIA
DETAILS TOBE DISCUSSED AT 12:30AM MAY 26
once the post was written I posted it and calculated for the meeting to be around my contract completion date and planned it to where the person who ordered my contract to be an exampled threat of what would happen if they tried to juke me. once that was taken care of I figured I would take a shower and get ready for what was to come. As I showered I thought back to my past and the shit I went through growing up and the lingering sense of fear my father instilled in me. His actions made him a monster to me. He was what others would call abusive but to those of us dealing with him he was a nightmare that was never ending. I recalled one time when I was little it took all I had to keep him from killing us. I swore that day I'd never be weak but how could I ever know I was gifted. they call those like me reapers for two reasons we survive death as long as we have a corporeal form to survive in and two we steal all that we touch including life itself. I realized it's been almost 13 years but another promise I swore was to kill my father and I now would be able too. I made it back to the room I was staying in and moved towards the shower I turned on the hot water and climbed in. I was in the shower under the hot water no more than 30minutes when my head reeled a vision flashed fast across my eyes and before I could truly grasp and watch it my door was being blown in. the two guys that followed me came bursting. they looked angry in a gnomish way with their perspective ears missing. they Immediately opened fire on me. realizing this was no longer a wait and see mission that their orders were changed I let the bullets hit me. as death rolled like darkness over my mind and the world faded to black what felt like minutes to me could very well been hours, I sat right back up. My vision sharpened as did my senses and the surge took me I roared in fury my body temperature rising and my skin feeling stretched tight over my muscles. it felt like so much power like nothing could stop me. as the fire in my veins increased I knew my body temperature dropped till my skin reflected the color of a corpse my eyes black as night. I stood up and ran out the door naked and jumped right off the balcony and felt my skin stretch in a way that looked painful as wings sprouted but felt like being caressed gently across my back. flew after the scent of their excitement on the wind and the sounds of their banter from miles away. I hit the ground in front of the bastards vehicle. I took a look at their faces and heard their screams like a distant drum. they got out the vehicles and started shooting at me. I moved fast their bullets missing like whistling hornets in the air. I grabbed their guns sending them flying. then snapped limbs and sent blood flying across the snow like paint. once I was done I then proceeded to question them they gave lies so I let the volts of static electricity tear through their bodies. it was enough to cause pain but not kill. it took four times before they finally told me my bastard of a father sent them. He told them to follow and if it was deemed I was headed his way or even looked like it to kill me that he's been keeping tabs on me. I roared in fury and slaughtered his lambs like sacrifices. I had considered not killing him in a moments weakness but now I'd make sure he'd watch me kill those he loves then kill him. I took my time getting to the motel and as I looked back now I figure maybe I shouldn't have but I felt at that time needed to get dressed and arm up. once I was dressed in my duster I armed myself with my swords and knives. then I took the skies letting the night shadows envelope me like a gentle blanket. who gave a shit if two wrongs don't make a right because all the wrongs he has ever done would be made right tonight.