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Prometheus

There is a man, one of the worst men you could ever meet. Horribly sick and twisted. They call him Prometheus, like the man in the Greek legend, but his real name was Anthony. I'll get to that a little later. But he has a sad story, not sad enough to make what he does okay, but certainly sad enough to be worth listening too.

His story begins in Liverpool. He was just a little boy, age ten, still so under developed. He was living in a small house with his father, his mother, and his little sister. There was no one that he loved more in the world than his sister. They were all so happy together. For the time. But that soon all ended.

It was some time, late April. He and his younger sister had just gotten back from school. Their mother was still out at work, their father was on the computer, completing some bills that were far past due. "Hey Kids!" He called from the kitchen. "How was school today? Learn anything?" Happy to have an excuse to get away from the work he was doing, he sets the laptop aside and meets them at the door while they kicked off their shoes.

"Good." Anthony says straight faced. He was not what you would call a smart boy. He struggled in every class he had. So bad and so pitifully that most teachers tried every which way to slightly boost his grades, sometimes they gave him extra points on work, but it hardly helped. He wasn't very good at math at all, writing was below average, and his memory retention was at it's lowest for history class. Science seemed to be the only thing he was good at. And it wasn't because he knew elements or anything like that, but he knew anatomy and all the ways the body worked. It came to him like second nature, and was definitely his calling. His immediate family was sure that he would go into a medical field. There didn't seem to be much other choice than that. It was either that or the military. Anthony's reflex's were astounding. Those seemed to be his only two choices.

"Very good!" His sister says. She was the one that got all of the smarts in the family. Sometimes she would come home with stories of how she corrected the teacher. Anthony was not jealous, in fact he was happy. He was so happy to see that she would go far. Someone in the family had to.

"Well go get your home work done. Your mother will be home soon with dinner. Then we can eat, and you too can tell me all about your day." He patted them on the head and went back to his work. And so Anthony and his sister did what their father said to do.

Their mother was to be home soon, but that is not what happened. Others beat her there.

His dad was still sitting in the living room when they came in. Anthony was in the kitchen and had just enough time to duck under the kitchen table before he was seen. His father was not as lucky. The first one through the door blew a hole straight through him. Didn't even give him a chance to yell. The shot carried over into the kitchen and shattered the wine cabinet that was sitting next to Anthony. He felt a bit of it splash onto his face and the rest created a nice puddle around the area. It was all he could do to not scream.

Then Anthony's sister came out to see what happened. Before she could even run, another shot hit. It only clipped his sister, but it was enough to send her flying into the kitchen. She landed next to him. She saw him, but she didn't say anything. She was smart enough to know what would happen to him if he did. Instead she turned her attention away from him to stare at the intruders. One of them came in to the kitchen, and picked her up by the neck. Anthony didn't see what they were doing, but the next thing he knew, she fell back down, bound and gagged. By this time he heard his mother approach. Several of them yelled, and chased her. Anthony was glad when he heard her car screeching away. Though that glee was instantly sapped away when his attention went back to his sister. During that small time she had been gagged, and tied up with ropes. He looked back in just enough time to see them fitting a blind fold over her eyes.