Bloodline

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August 5th, 2002
It was a rainy evening with a nice cool breeze, the thunder in the background, kids playing, mom and dad took me to some sketchy store for some groceries.

A man with black shades were following them as if he had business with them, granted i was only one and i was an observer.. i couldn't talk.

My mom and dad aren't the type to just leave me alone in an isle but they did just that and the man was looking at me.. walked close to me and i felt a sharp pain in my stomach and cried.

My mom and dad came running to find their baby boy bleeding all on the car seat and was rushed to the ER. I couldn't breathe. i passed out. My mom and dad stayed at that hospital for about three days and the doctor had pronounced me dead.

Doctor: i'm sorry.. there was nothing more we could do.

My mom was in shock. Disbelief. Her youngest child had been taken from her.

Some men in black suits entered the ER and came to my mom and dad.

Man: We're so sorry ma'am, for your loss.
Our CIA special coroner would like to investigate more on your sons death but need custody of your sons body.

Mom: I don't understand.. why would you need MY sons body? Why do i have to sign it over?

Man: ma'am we do understand your frustration. If you could please let us investigate we will find your answers.

Mom: okay..

Mom signs the forms and releases my body to the CIA. bad idea.

Later they come out with my body in a bag and i could hear my mamas pain. her tears falling.

I couldn't understand. It must be something. it had to be.

August 8th, 2002.
the day i was no longer the true Eli.

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