Memories

Prologue

Authors note:

This story is based on a true story. Names and places have been changed to avoid recognition including some facts.

This story contains M/M (Male on Male), hints of child abuse and bad language. Consider yourself warned. Rated M; for mature content.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Within time it self lies the true terror, a darkness so great that not even god has been able to vanquish it. A terror known by man, only by its reflections the Memories.

Within the Darkness of Memories
Once upon a time, a boy was born into a happy family. He was a bright little boy, with the whole world in front of him. His parents were honest and hardworking citizens of society, that would only ever raise their voice, never a hand, if any of their kids did something wrong. His brother was as people friendly and social as the little boy was smart. There was 7 years between them, but still they were very close.
This was a truly caring home for these two boys. But then how did the little boy grow up to become a freak of nature, a freak with a range of disorders and psychotics, you might ask.

Why is the boy, now a man, sitting in a desolate bar, drowning his pain and sorrows in alcohol, before going back to the hotel, where he will end his journey on this planet?
Did it happen when his world tuned from reality to fiction, or was it even earlier when his first love said those 3 famous words: "I love you!"
We know not why it all started, but we do know when "The wheel of faith" was given a nudge that caused it to leap through time, forcing the little boy to grow up.

Our story begins in a dark alley, the little boy, now 11 years old, is on his way home from a birthday party. He was happily walking towards the bus station, it had been a good party, and he had been able to dance with the most beautiful girl from his class. At the end of the dance she had given him a little kiss on the cheek and just as he was about to leave, she had given him her phone number asking him to call when he got home.
Just as he was about to pass the alley, a hand flew out from the darkness and covered the boy's mouth, and then another hand grabbed his arm. The boy was violently pulled into the darkness.
Over the next many hours, muffled cries and the sounds of pure agony was the only evidence of what took place within that dark alley that night.

As the morning light grew and started spreading its life-giving rays through the town, a body could be seen in the alley. If you looked closely enough, through the bile, dirt and scattered clothes, you could see small signs of life. A heartbeat, gasps of air and the blood seeping from the many wounds.
There was life!

An hour later, the body was now curled up. Slow unsteady movements. A hand trying to grab some of the clothes forcing them on, even though his body must have been in so much pain, he forced his clothes back on.

2 hours later. You could now hear the first signs of life out on the streets, a car honking, a bus stopping, people walking and a lonely shadow crept silently out from the darkness of the alley. Nobody noticed it; nobody stopped and asked where it had come from or what had happened. Everybody was so filled with their own lives that they couldn't be bothered with whatever filth may have swept across their path. The boy was truly alone.
When he came home, his parents never asked where he had been, never noticed the scratches on his body, but worst of all, they didn't notice his eyes. Those that had only hours ago, been filled with love and happiness through their beautiful blue color, as clear as the ocean. Was now filled with nothing but emptiness, they almost seemed grey. They were dead.

Author's Note

I felt the need to clarify a few things, before we got too far into the story. So here are a few setting notes on the Danish education and legal system.

Story setting note: This story takes place in Denmark, where you are 15-16yo when you finish high school. After which you enter college or similar educational institutes for the next 3-5 years.
To make it easier to understand I've chosen to call the school for a high school, even though it simply is just a "school" in Denmark. Elementary, Middle and High school is the same unit. To the curious, it is called "folkeskole" in Danish.
You generally stay in the same class throughout the mandatory 9 years of school. A class never split up for different subjects, they all have the same subject as the rest of the class. Here the teachers move to the class room, rather than the American standard where the students go to the teacher's classroom. The only exceptions are subjects such as physics, chemistry and PE, because these subjects require special equipment.
In Denmark, you don't call each year group by a name, i.e. junior, senior and so on. But instead, simply use whatever year they are at, followed by a letter signifying which class of the specific year they are from, i.e.: 6.c, would be the "c" class of the 6th year group of schooling, consisting of students around the age of 12-13yo.

Also note, you are not allowed to drive or own a driver's license in Denmark until you are at least 18yo. Drinking is allowed when you are 15yo, but not in bars, where you must be at least 18yo.
The legal age of consent is 15yo; however any person that has sexual intercourse with a child under the age of 18, which is a person of authority such as a teacher, will be liable to imprisonment.
And finally, the age of criminal responsibility in Denmark is 14yo as of 2010, before it was 15yo.