~Killing Spree~ ( Roc Royal Love Story )

Meeting You

    I didn't want to be doing this. Fuck the whole world now. My name is Chresanto but NEVER call me that. No one has ever called me that before so lets keep it that way.Call me Roc withought the 'K' yes I know it may look weird but thats how I want it so leave it at that. Call me cocky but I don't give two fucks.I grew up on my own inside of this facility. No not a juvenile facility but a facility for kids who gets experiments done on them. They train you to be killers. To fight over everything that gets in your way. We were trained to be stubborn to be careless, and to kill everything who got in the way of what we tried to do. I know it sounds wrong but on the inside I like it. I love the feeling of getting a temper when nothing goes my way and shooting a nigga head off. I'm the best of the best. I can kill anybody in a heart beat. Thats why I get special treatment. I have my own mini mantion. With gaurds in the front so I won't "escape". Tssk I can kill all them gaurds by myself but I chose not to I mean even if I do escape where am I gonna go? But I was informed that the state was getting suspicous about the kids in this facility and they would have to attend school. There were three schools to choose frm being that there were many teens in this facility. Great now school. I don't een know what it's like to be in school. What do you do? What do you learn? Sometimes I think about my mom. I think back in the past from when I was taken away from her. I never knew why she let them take me away. I use to live in New York but they took me away and now I am in L.A, California. It's nice here. It kind of reminds me of New York sometimes. I miss it a lot.  

[FLASHBACK]

 She wasn't in very good condition. She did drugs and cocain but I remember she did everything in her power to let me live a normal life. Until I was 4 when they exchange happened. Her drug problem had gotten' worse and she then day by day started coming home with more drugs than food. I looked like one of them kids off of the commercials that lived in Africa only I was just way lighter and had thick long hair. It wasn't long until people started to notice. Not my family cuz I didn't have any. My mom ran away from them when she was 15 and pregnant with me. Sometimes I think its my fault which partly it is since I was the one in my mother's stomach. I never met, knew, or even knew my dad's name and I don't want to, He was 18 when my mom get prego with me and he just left her there and denied the baby was evn his. That sick bastard.

'Mwommy why do I have to go? I wanna stay with yow. I can hewlp you feel better. I make the best chicken woodle soup.' I told my mom that before they put me in the van with them

She then chuckled while tears where eagerly racing down her soft caremel cheeks. 'Baby I don't have a cold. I'm just not in the right state of mind. I have to get cleaned up before I can see you again. I promise you that I will see you again. I promise and you know Mommy never breaks her promises right?' 

  She was correct about that. She would never even dare to think about breaking a promise my mom was true to her word. Best believe that!

'Otay, Mommy I'm gonna miss you' I said wrapping my short arms around her neck

'Okay. Times up! Chresanto into the car please.' Said the bulky guy with a black muscle shirt and camoflouge cargo pants with combat boots.

'Ughh. I'm gwonna kill you. If I don't see hew again your dead meat!'

  I thought I was really tough back then. I would talk mad shyt and never do anything. I was hard as a rock on the outside but soft as a teddy bear on the inside. But no one ever pushed me to the point to fight them beacuse my threats were enough. It was funny how they had no clue I wouldn't even kill a fly. Lol don't tell nobody. 

''One day you'll be an expert on how to do it'

At the time I didn't know what he meant by that but now I do.