ERASED

Chapter 1

"Blank history "

I live in the depths of a lost town, a town barely hanging on history. A town wiped off all maps and cleared of the internet. This town was the perfect spot to disappear, the perfect spot to leerk behind blind eyes. Intel they came, those people, crupting my hidden world and trying to unlock my closed doors. I wasn't always locked away like this, was not always lost or gone from all history. I was not always Erased.

Thirty years ago, I was 15, a boy of few words and a lost mind. I was always wondering in search of new things. I

never would have imagined how blind people could be. Not just blind to hurt people or world danger, no.. Blind to the disappearance of anyone, if no one looks for u, ur wiped out of history. I often wonder how a person could be wiped out of history and no one knew they ever existed. You see I was born in a dark ally one hot summer night. My mother didn't have money for a proper birth nor to send me to school as I grew older. I lived on the streets tell my mother passed away when I was only 7. My father never came for me, no one ever wondered about me because no one new I was born. I was living on my own terms, trying to survive. I could walk past groups of people and no one would notice me, a boy in tattered cloths was not something unseen. Many children where dressed in raged things, some of them poor, others where simply at play. However I was never at play, though u could say that the things I do are fun. My games where twisted, gaining information in hopes to become something better then the poor peasant that I was. The information hidden in the city was vast, some in codes and others in plain day light. Yet there is a price to pay for this information, in a city like this news spreads quickly. Not only could u lose the trust of friends, but also the privacy that u used to have. Stealing the knowledge kept behind the hidden walls of the city, can become the end of ur reputation, and life. However for me, it was perfect, I didn't have a name nor did I have any record of who I was. Normal people could try and steal something only to be cought by there figure prints, but I had no record of my birth, therefor no prints or DNA to track me by. I know what ur asking.. Why would I want such information? What will I do with it? The information hidden in the city's central office is powerful and secretive. One code from it could shut down all the electric, one word could be a signal of an army. With this information I would be invisible, people would know my name, here my voice, and worship me. Yet I don't want to be known, taking in the knowledge of the world and it's secrets is satisfaction at it's finest. With this information comes another price, a price to pay for even me. I would have to run, out of the country. To a hidden town locked away from outsiders. Otherwise they would look for me, the destroyers, the giant men in black with guns and trackers. The destroyers where cyborgs, no mercy, no games, just a mission. A mission that would never go on untouched, if there mission was not complete they kept looking.

Today was ordinary, working at my library in this blank secluded town. Then, everything turned black, I could feel the cold whispering threw the darkness. Things became gloomy, and it seemed as thou all life was sucked out of the world, and with it came the gentle touch of sorrow. The touch emerged into more a crushing hand, yet it seemed I was the only one to notice. The children's soft laughter swept the air, yet my ears turned such things into a small whisper of

Dispear.