Alexander Lexington was a cunning observer. He had great deduction skills, an open mind, and money. He can never have enough money. Over the course of his pursuit for money, he lost his mother in vain. She died in his arms, but he felt no pain. He felt no shame. He felt no disgust. His father abused his money, his power over his people, and he misused his son's authority. But the foolishness of his father never drew him to a conclusion that he never had the image of a father. He looked up to him as his idol --- a golden idol who deserves his praises and respect.
In his childhood days, he worked with his father under the bridges of Rylynn.
They were the leaders of their own "fort". Established under the rule of his father, they sought power over... well, "under" the bridges of Rylynn. Under the bridges of Rylynn lived mostly families who were of poor descent. Meaning, they were poor families. Poor families who lived under bridges, without money and proper shelter.
One day, they formed clumps of strangers and they invited them to their "Storage House". There was a dark, secluded hole under a bridge few miles before the Storage House. This bridge was abandoned. Nobody knew why, but the disappearances of the people who once lived there sparked rumors and myths. Here, they rested for about a few hours. The people whom they invited, numbering from twenty to thirty people, worried that the hole in the foundation of the bridge might collapse the whole thing. They protested to leave as soon as possible. If not, they would decline their invitations.
Alexander started to get annoyed.
His father, Sam, explained to them that the bridge would be fine. With his calm face, he drew out from his bag a blueprint of the hole. Then he explained to them, "If I had to go somewhere, I'm not going alone." Which is one of the reasons why he invited them all.
The people were confused and one of them asked, "Why do you need us anyway? We're just bridge people!"
"That's exactly my point."
Another said, "What is your plan, exactly?"
"Have you heard of the Holocaust?"
Some people were reluctant and screamed out.
"Oh you bastard! You're not one of those crazy-ass christian guys who take us out for evangeli-shit are you?!"
"If that's who you think I am, then yes, I am."
"All right, I'm leaving. I've had enough of this bullshit before and I'm not gonna get into another debate against some preacher again."
Another said, "Ey, look, c'mon dude. We're all here because you told us you'd give us some buck. Now we're tired, and I'm not gonna be screwing up my day because of this. Just tell us what you want us to do so we can get a living!"
Alexander sat on one side. And he got pissed even more.
Sam called out. "Hey you, kid. What is your name?"
"Toby, sir."
"How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"Okay... Where is your mother?"
"She's back home, sir."
"Okay, Toby. Just because these people are begging for answers, I'd ask you a trick question."
