The Broken Hero

Chapter 16

I don't know anything else from my past. This is as much as I can remember. What I do know is that I was later adopted by the family I have right now. How I escaped from Charlie's clutches is still a mystery to me. Unknown. And why my father is still alive is another question that I have yet to answer. I still don't know what the hell is happening, but I at least Know my past now. I have no Idea how it returned to me so suddenly. It's probably because of my sudden encounter with charlie inside my head. That's right. He did say something about living inside me. What in the world does that mean? Is that what he did when he placed his hand on my forehead? If that's the case...

"Charlie..." I whispered softly to myself hoping that Charlie could answer. What am I, an Idiot? It sure felt like one. As if someone other than my self could answer. "Idiot..." I was still laying on my bed, exhausted from all the events that happened in such a short amount of time. It has only been one day. No. One day hasn't even passed, but it sure felt like a whole month. Things like these are not normal... Being dragged by some sort of shadow monster to a shady part of town. Meeting my father that for some reason is the first human to have ever exist, Adam. Seeing things inside my head that drove me mad. Being chased by some meth head with extremely long nails that forced us ( Me and some other dude along the way) into what looked like a storage room. All of this had happened in just a matter of hours. This was not at all norma. Like something out of a cartoon or a movie. Really... just how fucked up is my life going to be until now... Me, try and save my family. I'm not the hero I wish to be. I will never be. But still... I want to try something new. Being normal is just plain boring. I want a change. Something new. Even if this is a huge jump from normal to paranormal, I want to try and live through it with my held high. I don't want to be a coward any more. Shit, now I really sound like your typical anime protagonist. However. Being cliche and lame won't stop me from going through this. It won't! That said... will I even be able to do anything? Is there a reason for me to do this? What will I win out of this? To be a hero. That's my dream I suppose. It's the only thing that I am clinging to at this point, but that's enough. You may ask yourself I am going to do in the first place. Well that answer to that is "I don't have a clue", not the slightest idea. However, the first thing that comes to mind is go see my father again, but I guess that is a no go after what happened. And it's not like I need the help of someone else. I can do this by my self. What seems to be the most logical thing to do right now is to investigate more about this "Butterfly Book" and the "Chapters". Oh... I completely forgot about something... I'm apparently not even human... wow... that really killed my motivation... but that already passed. What I have to do know is find more about said book, about the But-

"My book, young one." There it was again, the voice that in such little time, I came to hate, "You must find it"

"Charlie..." just the sound of his voice irritated me, "What do you mean Your Book?"

"It means exactly what you are thinking. The Butterfly Book is my creation. I wrote it with my own blood"

"....." his book? He wrote it? Is the Butterfly Book an actual written book. I mean, I know it has Book in it's name, but still how could have I known it was an actual book. "C-Can you prove it?"

"Well, you already have the answer, so why should I give you any proof?" I already have the answer? Ho-... Wait...

"You can't mean?"

"Yes. You already have your memories from the past, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah... I remember... When you where talking with my father before you even began to fight, the two of you where talking about something you gave to Adam. He responded with 'How can I forget, You are the one that engraved it in me'. That meant..."

"The Chapter. The script. I engraved it into him. I gave him power."

"....." I still had no idea of what he meant, yet I kind of knew what he was trying to say,