I have been in this situation for so long, I've forgotten what a normal life is anymore. I've left behind my family and my happiness for this life, and now I can't go back. I've now dedicated my life to getting my revenge, but before anything let's start from the beginning. I was 10 and lived in the country side of New York. I lived with my family and I didn't have any neighbors, but the ones I had were very far. I would spend my time playing and feeding the animals.
"Joseph come in for dinner," my mom called. I got up and looked towards the window to see my mom walking away, I noticed something that I don't usually see. There was this car, I think it was a limo but I don't remember all to well.
"Alright coming mom," I said. I walked over to the backdoor, which led to the kitchen. I opened the door only to see a stranger sitting in the guest chair across from my dad. I was confused of why a stranger was here because no one said anything about having a guest over. I heard some creaking upstairs and looked up only to see my sister. She looked just as confused as me.
"Joseph, Annabelle. Get your dinner and go upstairs. The grownups need to talk." I looked at the man with suspicion. I then grabbed my plate and my sister's plate, both full of food, and walked up the stairs with my sister following. Before the man was completely out of sight. I saw something in his jacket. It shined in the light so I couldn't see what it was exactly. My sister got her food from me and without a word went into her room.
I didn't care much so I just went to my room. I sat on my bed and started to eat. How good my mom's cooking was. I should've savored that taste in my mouth. I thought I was going to see her again at least alive what happened next, is unbearable. It makes a tear fall every time I think about it. So, when I was laying in bed, staring out the window then I heard it. A blood curdling scream that filled my ears.
I got up frightened, not knowing what to do. I got out of bed, making my way to the door. I opened the door and looked around. I heard voices coming from downstairs. I walked out slowly to the stairwell. Pretty much all my movements were slow. I walked down the
stairs only to burst into tears. I saw my parents on the floor dead. I ran to them giving my last hug and loving touch to them.
There were people in the backyard but I couldn't see them no matter how hard I tried. They started to say," Leave the boy, we got what we need."
Just like that they left me there, sobbing. My sister saw and then she started to sob with me. We called 911 and waited next to our parents. The police came and they took us to the police station. They called our aunt in New York City and informed her of what happened and told her to come get us.
9 Years Later...
I am 19 now and the pain that I had that night still hasn't gone away. I'm living with my aunt and my sister here in New York City. I go to college now but I don't always attend my classes. My sister is in her senior year of High school. Ever since that night I wanted revenge, I trained everyday and now I have my chance. I found out who he is.
During my time in New York City, I have brought it all down to the man that was there with my parents in the murder. He was never found because of an unknown reason. Most likely he got away from the cops, or they let him get away.
Now I have him, his name is Seth Chernobog I don't know if it is fate or something but now he's in my clutches. Though I have all this information, I need to know where he's going to be so I could make my strike. I'll wait, I'm patient enough.
2 Days Later...
"Hey Robert, what's the homework for math," I asked Robert not paying attention to the situation.
