Love Beyond the Veil

Chapter 1: The 1954-1977 mass murderer

(Reader's backstory because.. yes.... just.. bear with me it's important)

(T/W): Death, Abuse, Drugs, etc.

In March of 1954, you were born, what date? No clue, your parent's never celebrated you, infacted, you were always hated more than usual during the month of March. They saw you as an absolute piece of crap with no worth, and they made sure you knew that. You lived in a small town, Oelwein, Iowa. Known as Methland to the present day.

Whenever you were an infant you'd always scream for your needs until you couldn't breathe nor scream anymore, your shit parents would always turn up loud music so they wouldn't hear your screams and have to deal with you. Your grandparents found out about this and took you into their care until you were 7, your grandfather passed away from Leukemia and your grandmother was put into a nursing home because she wasn't doing too well.

So you were given back to your life giver, who ignored you, just as she had when you were an infant, you'd always get punched, or kicked, or slapped, or anything else whenever you asked for something. Food, a drink, to go outside, you asked a question and was answered with physical abuse. But whenever you stopped asking for things, your "mother" and her boyfriend would beat you for no reason. In March it would just be worse. They'd call you names and tell you that you're worthless and they hate you.

You always screamed, but you lived in an absolutely trashed trailer park and it was filled with drunks and druggies, so they would just ignore your painful cries. So after 5 years of torture with them, you finally had enough and ran away.

After about 2 days of actively on the road, a nice elderly couple took you in, it was strange since your said family only gave you attention from beatings. You felt strange but it was a nice strange. They treated you like an actual human being, sent you to school - which you missed a bunch of grades since you were never even actually registered or even have a birth certificate, or a name even.

But your caregivers helped you with that, and even gave you their last name, (Y/N), Taylor. You went to school but you never interacted with people, got shit grades, but your guardians just cared that you were trying - which you were. You felt happy whenever they celebrated your estimated birthday, the 17th of March. You were happy with your life and everything was great.

That is until it wasn't. Around 6 months before your 17th birthday the two had to go into critical care due to their health, and they wouldn't be able to come back, so, since you weren't an adult yet, you were put into the care of another couple, you were expecting to be welcomed with open arms but instead you got a punch to the face.

You were in shock before realizing that these people didn't want you there, they were exactly like your life giver and her douchebag boyfriend who probably has fleas and carries a huge collection of STDs. So you grabbed a nearby sharp object and plunged it into the man's chest, causing the woman to start screaming and lunged at you so you shot her with a rifle that had its safety off and was unloaded. You didn't start freaking out that you had just killed two people.

That's where the killing begins.

At age 17 you started to kidnap people, take them to an isolated area, and torture them, getting a real big kick out of it, you'd discard the body somewhere far, far, away, and you never got caught. But about 4 years of that torturing people didn't interest you as much. Now it's just being able to take a life from someone. But at age 23 in 1977, you were walking up to your next victims home, but they spotted you, shooting you in the abdomen and killing you.