Mr. Identity has no friends

Chapter One

HI, I'm Mr. Identity, and you obviously don't know my Identity and you never will, but it will be fun to watch you guys try and identify which person in this story I am, but you have to know something, I change in every story. Even though it's not fair to call them stories, since they are my memories. I know, this is a crime story, but I thought it would be fun to show off that Officer Slydying never caught me even after all those crimes, and I was nice I left a lot of clues, once I even showed him my face! But let's begin with my first crime ever, it obviously involved murder, otherwise my criminal life would be boring!

Jasper Fiacre Arkmon was a very not normal young man. At the age of seventeen he left school after winning the lottery and went to live in a very expensive cottage near a village in Wales called Bala. It wasn't a very big cottage but it was very spacious house, it could accommodate up to ten people, it had five double-bed room all with ensuite. It had a white and blue modern kitchen, with aisle in the middle, which was connected with the dining room. The living room had an orange palette of colors and had an entrance to the conservatory, which then led to the never ending gardens. All the bedrooms were on the second floor. Mr. Arkmon had lived in that cottage for 10 years now, and never left the house, and the only human contact he had is with his chef Rafael Samonsa and his maid Jasmine Smith. Miss Smith was in charge of everything in the house apart from cooking. There were loads of stories about what happened in that house, because Miss Smith was young a very beautiful. People from the village were very rude towards Mr. Arkmon, and that might explain why he never went out. People from the village hated the fact that he was so rich and young without doing any effort for it. Also, the people from the village, were very old fashioned and didn't really believe in Mr. Samonsa's rights to be living in Wales, just because he's from Brazil. The village was divided in two groups one (the men) approved of Miss Smith and were very inappropriate whenever they saw her, and the other group was the women, that gossiped when she passed but then gasped and stared at Mr. Samonsa when he passed. Yes, he was also very handsome. Mr. Arkmon was half French so he was also not very popular for this reason but he looked so Welsh that his origins were usually forgotten. His ginger hair was beautiful at the beginning of his stay there but it slowly darkened and ruined because of the lacking of sun. His eyes once brown, became black like charcoal. The only thing that didn't look dead about him was his physique. He did a lot of exercise and ate healthy, he had this habit of running down and up the stairs when he was lacking inspiration. Mr. Arkmon loved painting, his basement was full of paintings, sketches, unfinished drawings and it was messy, and all the colors were dispersed all over the room.

Anyways, his birthday was the following week and he planned as usual to drink a little bit more while he was in his basement so that his drunken self could transfer his inspiration and feelings into art. He is looking ahead to that moment with joy, when he receives a letter. The letter advises him to have some family and friends over because it might be the last opportunity before someone kills him. I know basic threatening, but hey it was my first time. Scared he runs to Miss Smith and asks if he saw who posted that letter

-"Mr. Arkmon, it was the post man, he always does, what should be different today?"-

-"This letter is threatening to kill me"- Miss Smith drops the pillow she was holding and widens her eyes in shock –"Mr. Arkmon if that is a joke, it is not funny, at all"- "It's not a joke Jaz, I'm serious someone wants to kill me!"- Miss Smith lowers her tone to a whisper –"You mustn't tell anyone, otherwise the writer of that letter thinks you are scared of him, and what else does the letter say?"- "It tells me to maybe reunite with my loved ones before it's too late"- "You should call your family and maybe Mr. Llofruddwraig, since he is your best friend, to show him that you aren't afraid of him"- Mr. Arkmon, sat on the sofa and a few minutes past before he answered –"You're right Jaz, you always are, I trust your advice more than my own mind, invite the remaining of my family and Trev, it might be healthy for me to socialize a bit. Invite them to stay here for a week. If nothing happens during this week and I don't receive any more letters, it will mean that whoever wrote the letter is just joking"- Yeah, I wasn't joking my dear friend.