My Story
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Let me introduce myself. My name is Harley Davis Winchester. My mom had a strange sense of humor... When I was little, I would ask my mom about my dad. She'd tell me all these fantastic stories about how he was a hero, he would kill monsters to make the world a better place. She also told me that he had two sons. They were heroes too. I always wanted to know more, but she'd always say "not right now, Harley."
A few weeks before my 17th birthday, Mom disappeared. I couldn't find her anywhere. I called her cell, her work. She was nowhere to be found. Around 3 o'clock that afternoon, there was a knock on the door. I ran to answer it, thinking it might be Mom. I opened it and two tall strangers were standing there. Well, I should say one averageish and one giant were there.
"Uhm... Can I help you?" I queried.
"Yes, we're looking for a Skylar Winchester." The really tall one said, looking down at me.
"That's my mom, and she isn't home right now." I replied, getting ready to close the door.
"Your mom? Skylar's your mom?" The shorter one looked shocked.
"Look, she isn't home, so is that all?" I was getting impatient. I needed to find her.
"Is your dad home?" The taller one said, glancing at the other guy.
"My dad doesn't exist. Only in my mother's stories." I said, feeling sad.
"What's his name, by chance?" The shorter guy asked.
"I've told you enough. I still don't know who you are, and you practically know my life story!"
"We're Skylar's step-sons..." The taller one answered. These couldn't possibly be the my hero brothers that Mom was always talking about... Could they? They didn't look like heroes...
