Before you start to read this can I advise to you that you don't read this if you are not used to the violent themes of murder, arson and most other crimes known to man. I do not advise reading this after dark or to cheer yourself up or you are most likely a psychopath because this is not a happy story. This is the story of how my life was ruined, how I've wanted it to end because of the terrible themes in this.
It was mid-summer 2000 when this started 4 years before I was born. People often confront me about how my profession and general cruelty is not suitable for someone my age but most of them are dead. But 18 years ago, 4 years before I was born a certain organisation was founded by John Sidzirke. My father. I hate him more than most and I was thrilled when it happened despite what he took to the grave with him. But never mind that for now. All you need to concern yourself with at this moment in time is the events of 2000. But not the ones you know.
The newly founded organisation was celebrating the death of a competitor when the whole building went up in flames. No one is sure what happened or why but there were 4 survivors. John Sidzirke, his wife Holly, their eldest son and the third survivor was an unusual person known only as LS. And that is when It happened and the three survivors became two. Mr Sidzirke took out his gun and just as they got out the building shot his colleague. The first bullet shot straight through the chest narrowly missing the heart but the second bullet took out the left eye of his colleague and then proceeded to tear the brain taking small bits out the back of the head. All his wife did was cry and all LS did was stare in confusion at my dead older brother.
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Not This Time!
Mystère / ThrillerAs we see Mrs Sidzirke look horrified at her dead sons body with bullets fresh in his corpse from her husband we see how despair effects her. But what's Mr Sidzirke planning.
