Ever since I was young I have always wondered why? Why do parents choose to keep one child while they send the other away? That is the question I have asked myself since I was told about my parents and my twin sister. Maybe this would be a good time to tell you about myself.
My name is Lucas Anthony Riley Snow but since my grandparents were murdered I have been known as Lars. The people that are looking for me have even got me working for them from time to time. They really have no idea who I am so how were they going to find me if they don't know what I look like but I'm not complaining because I have found out lots of information about my family.
I have a twin sister called Elizabeth but from what I have been told my parents gave me up and split us apart a few days after I was born. That is the information my grandparents told me and that they were living in America but my grandparents had lost any love for them once they left me and took my sister with them. They never told me if there was a reason for it but as I got older the more hate I had for my parents. The only problem that was hard to stomach was the feelings of hate I had for her. Was she looking for me? Did she even know I existed? I hate her for the time she has had with our parents but I love her because she is my other half. Without her I am hollow.
I was 10 the first time I was told about my parents and started to find out as much as I could on my own. It was because of my reseach that I had been doing on my computer at home that the day happened just before my 16th birthday. I had finished high school in Australia by the time I was 13 and I was studying medicine and was nearly finished when this all happened. I was in my last semester when I came home to find a bloody scene. My grandparents had been strung up and gutted. The first thing I did was run to my other grandparents house to discover the exact same scene. A message was left for me in blood: we will find you Lucas and when we do this will be you.
That was the day I started going by Lars. I called the police and gave my statement. Grabbed whatever I could grab and headed to a dive motel just outside Brisbane. I just wanted to forget everything. I was not even 16 and I was on my own. I've never looked my age so right now no one questioned my living arrangements. I'm 6 foot 3 inches dark brown nearly black hair that I keep short. My most noticed feature are my eyes that are yellow, yes i said yellow. I don't know how they are they just are. I'm not unattractive but I wouldn't say that I'm anything to look at but the eyes definitely draw attention. When I was younger I would wear contacts to make them a green colour so as to fit in but that's hard when you are 12 when you finish your senior year of high school not yet 13.
I commpleted all required assignments and extra credit assignments within a week of my grandparents deaths. I went through any paperwork I could get my hands on at my granparents houses so I knew where to start looking for my parents. So the day of my 16th birthday I boarded a plane for Italy because I had found out that my family was going to be there.
I wasn't sure what to expect when I got there but I knew I could get around I spoke Italian quite well as I had spoken it all my life. Both sets of grandparents spoke Italian and I could understand why my mum's family did since mum's last name was Spanelli but I could never understand why dad's family did and I couldn't get them to tell me how Snow came about. I know that the name was changed but why and where did it come from.
When the plane landed in I exited the plane just trying to keep my wits about me but being so young and in foreign country I was not going to lie I was scared but I knew that if I showed any fear the would eat me alive. I got through customes quickly as I didn't have anything except my laptop and clothes. No one even looked twice at me. My dark sunglasses kept people from seeing my eyes and people don't seem to notice me unless they see those.
I spent three weeks tracking down my parents movements and by the time I found out who i needed to talk to I couldn't get close to her. I needed to get in contact with a Lisa Moretti and it didn't matter what avenue I took to get an appointment with her she would always brush me off without that meeting.
In the end I had to get her attention the onl way I knew how and that was to use violence. I knew a few people that were using her staff as security and I had to get her to see me so I took out as many of her hired security as I could. It worked just as I had planned, Lisa was all too happy to see me with all the injured men I left in my wake.
That meeting definitely didn't go as planned because the minute I started asking about my parents John and Eliza Snow she told me that their plane had exploded after takeoff and the had died a month ago. I stood there stunned not knowing what to do but I still had to know if Elizabeth was with them or not.
Once I could speak and get my thoughts back in order I asked about Elizabeth. She told me that as far as she knew Elizabeth was still at home in the States. I thanked her for her information and left her office building. I didn't need to start anymore trouble in Italy.
The Moretti Enterprises buiding was huge and I realised that it was probably a good thing that she didn't know that I was a Snow and therefor the enemy. That is if they still are the enemy. I had heard so many stories about the history of the two families and how they became enemies but does that still apply when no one can really remember what it was about and which family started it but I don't really care as now I have to make my way to America and find my sister.
