The Mirror In The Casket

MIC-Chapter 1- Jaxon

All my life I've wondered what it's like to have real parents, how it feels like to be loved by someone. Since the day I was born I've been an orphan, me like many others. Reason being, unexpectedly 21 years ago, there was a world effective shock wave of orphaned babies (or so that's what we've been told). Care homes across the world were bursting at the seams with new born babies. So much so that make shift care homes were frantically packed with leftover babies. I should know, I was one of them. Mainly made up of the small scrawny babies that looked like they had no hope. Anyway places like hotels and nurseries were put out of business to make space for my generation. My particular place of residence was one of those 'make shift' care homes. A run down hospital in fact. The kind of place that people walk past and start thinking about all the people that died there. As expected the place was exceptionally gloomy. The lights went out a lot because they couldn't afford to pay for baby formula and electricity at the same time. 

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Social services tried as best they could to cover up the darkness with rainbows, sunshine and a whole lot of glitter. Despite this, the atmosphere still remained considerably dark and unsettling. As you can imagine, this had an effect on us babies.  In fact by the time I was 6 I took it upon myself to escape. Even though I was one of the happiest children in that home, the sound of dripping pipes and eerie noises at night still haunt me. As a younger kid I had a crazy imagination, so ideas would put wild monsters down as the reasons behind the noises. Things like red eyed warty monsters with gloopy saliva slowly dripping from its gaping mouth. I saw my escape as the victory that shaped my life.Without it I might not be here. And by here I mean a journalist start up who went independent after working in a shabby news agent that tries to grapple its way to the next story using soap bars as hooks. You see after I broke out I somehow found myself a home. Some kind old people who'd never been able to have kids saw me one winter-y day and took me on. I went to school like a normal kid and turns out I was pretty good at it. I had 'an inquisitive mind' I got told.Once I found out what the meaning of inquisitive was, it was these words that started up the dream of becoming a journalist.

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 When your a child it seems that anything is possible. I got into a few scraps now and then.Then again I was a troubled kid, with no knowledge of real love. Nora and Craig did their best, but it just wasn't the same. Since then I've managed to make a living. I did a few summer jobs until I had enough money to buy my own place. But once I got the freedom of my own living space, I didn't know what to do. Those summer jobs weren't enough to pay for a living. So I had to find a proper job. So I decided to try my luck, my first few trials didn't go so well however when I found myself in the office of News Train's CEO, I took a shot. I see this as my second victory because it turns out that at that particular moment they were down on staff . Even if I regret that victory, it made money and something to do. I found it rather fun for the first few months, I got to work on small cases like why grey squirrels had taken over red squirrels.But as my work got noticed, I realized that this news agent had a very different perspective of journalism. Ever slowly those soap bars they were climbing with turned into vicious, venomous snakes with razor sharp fangs. Cheating, lying bribing and stealing might as well be their motto. All I ever wanted to do was get noticed in that office. I took great pride in my work. But in a way I'm glad that the day I took up a meeting with the CEO to express my concerns, he told me I was too stupid and dull witted to understand what it meant to be a real journalist. But unfortunately my stupid, dull witted self decided to work harder. I strove to be Mr. Popular in the office for some type of recognition. But it just so happens that the current Mr.Popular also known as Jimmy Manners, was not to be competed with. The CEO had a soft spot for Mr.Jimmy Manners. So one day he called me into the office and said he'd give me a top case IF I was up for bribing celebrity associates and stealing priceless documents. At once I said no. It turns out that the CEO was saying I wasn't up for corruption when he said I was too stupid and dull witted. 

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After this incident I decided to take the cases on myself and sell them to bigger, and better news agents. Leaving Mr.Jimmy Manners and the CEO of News Train behind. This turned out to be slow business. You see I'd never really believed in the 'trust the government ' thing. So I set out to be the first person to uncover it's secrets. It's been 4 years and nothing's turned up. Little did I know things were about to change, big time.

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this is the first chapter of our story. did you enjoy it? chapter 2 coming soon!please vote and take a guess on what you think might happen next. 

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