Multiple Voices, One Scar - Prologue

Prologue

My name is the Inspector, of course, it is not my birth name, but I'd like to forget about it. The name reminds me of...ah, bitter things, like the day my brother went missing.

Shocked you there, didn't I? I could tell you what happened that day, I've been trying to find him ever since, but there are more important things I must take care of. There's a reason why I chose to change my name.

"Hey" My brother shouted as he saw me near the pond in our backyard, I looked at him running towards me. I always assumed that he'd do something to prank me, so when I saw him right then and there, I knew he was gonna push me. I dodged him and he fell into the pond, I sighed as I turned around to face him.

"Really? Again?" I stared at him in disappointment, he just smiled at me. "I can sense that you're not really mad, come on!"

I forgot to tell you, but we do have these powers. My brother was able to feel others emotions while I can read people's minds, I guess I couldn't really escape my family heritage, everything has to be connected, tsk.

"And I can read in your mind that you are really embarrassed so get out of the pond." I told him, I guess my duty as his older brother is to make sure he is safe and sound, yet sometimes that can be exhausting. He laughed and got out of the pond, he went inside the house. I sighed as I watched him being happy.

Oh I also didn't tell you that? For the longest time, I couldn't really feel most emotions. There are only certain things that I could feel, anger, sadness, fear, but never happiness, yet my brother seems to be the opposite. Every time I look at him, he's always smiling, even if there's sad news, he'll do everything to cheer himself up.

On the other hand, my brother has his thoughts scrambled, so it's hard to read his mind. To whoever gave us these powers, you ironic witch.

I got the wrong end of the stick, people started calling me a freak for my...status. I ignored them, of course, but I bottled up insanity for so long, until the lid goes pop.

One day, as one of my classmates taunted me, I snapped. I looked at him and just let go of all my resentment, I didn't scream or shout, just a sigh. He suddenly collapsed and fell to the floor, I was shocked because I haven't done anything like that before. Unfortunately, my brother was directly looking at him and people started accusing him. Like the coward that I was, I didn't tell them that it was me. Of course, would you confess to a murder you knew you committed?

That would be my biggest mistake, yet.

Late at night, I heard my brother scream and it woke me up. I looked out the window to see people in black clothing kidnapping him, but like what I did to my classmate, I couldn't scream. I felt fear creep up in my throat, yet I just stood there as my brother was taken away.

Of course, the next day my parents were angry at me, but I couldn't explain what happened. I just stared at them as they were crying and shouting at me. I didn't understand anything they said, my mind just drifted away.

I decided to leave later that night, this world doesn't need this old version of me. But I can help them understand that they need someone else, someone who would put them in their place. A leader to this cruel world.

The Inspector gathered every outcast he could find in this society and helped them forget about their pain. The question is, could he do that to himself?