Unceal Crow: I Am A Monster (Completed)

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    Facing our fears is the toughest thing we all a can do in life. At some point in our lives we have to face our fears and experience life. After we are done facing our fears, after that long journey, would you be scared to see what's at the end of that road? I was, see I was afraid of losing my parents and going to jail.
   My name is Unceal Crow but people call me Scar for very different reasons. I come from a wealthy family. Mother and father were both prosecuting lawyers. Big names in this big city of Clarksville. You can say I had big shoes to fill, and I think I failed.
   Being the son of Adam Crow and Jenna Crow, everybody expected me to be perfect, I couldn't look the wrong way, I couldn't shit the wrong way. Everything had to be one way and one way only. Society's way, my parents way until they died.
   See, after I watched my lovely parents die right in front of me at such a young age. I went down the wrong path in life, well society's so called "wrong path". When my parents died my father didn't put his business and or his money, in my name. Everything my father owned all the money he had, cars, property, house and his law firm went to his next to kin, which was his brother. He forced my mother to do the say stating "he's to young and dumb to understand the business and he doesn't deserve the money." I would often hear these things while I was in my bedroom because they thought I felt to sleep.
   My father thought little of me because I was quiet, disconnected with the world, I didn't focus in school, I spent my time playing games and drawing. My mother tried to understand me and take up for me but was shut down by my father and took his side often yelling at me too, because she was beaten if she didn't obey him. They didn't understand I was and still am a artist. Playing video games took me out of this world made me feel like I was something. Drawing made me use my imagination, I really didn't want to be stuck behind a desk all of my life taking orders.
   My uncle didn't think to highly of me either so when my parents died he forced me to go to a group home. I didn't want to go to a group home so I was homeless for awhile. Until a kind lady saw me wondering the streets one cold night she took me home with her, I didn't know that she ran a group home herself, I guess that's faith or whatever you want to call it.
   The home was okay besides the bullying, the smell, little food they give out and the sleeping arrangements. I fit in pretty will. The kids thought I was to good for them when I first got their. Kept picking on me for the scar that's on my face and how quiet I was. They also saw my parents on tv advertising their business and recognize the last name when they asked me for it. It took some getting use to but I made it through.
   When I turned eighteen I couldn't stay there anymore so I decided to join the army. Probably the best decision of my life so FAR. I learned the importance of teamwork, made some good friends, and it would shock you how many people are orphans that join the army for guidance in life. I met a couple of pals when I went to the army. Some would say we're best friends but I don't get that close to people. I'm best friends with them from a distance.
   Don't get me wrong they are my brothers I went to war with them and we shared some real times together. We even kept in contact when I decided to leave. I just like to keep my distance, make people love me, and I can use them for whatever I need to get done. It's a easy thing to do, I learned that from my father. And it is very valuable to have friends that are vets, it'll come in handy. It came in handy for me.
   After I got out of the army I was again homeless no thanks from anybody after risking my life to save this country. I thought the army would give me some satisfaction, some guidance but I was wrong again. Now full of anger, sadness and now ptsd. I thought when I went to war killing a person would be easy, since I done it before. Boy, was I wrong. I can't sleep every time I close my eyes I still see bodys', and I still hear explosions.
   Full of anger I wanted to take my frustrations out on the city of Clarksville and even maybe the world. This guy I met in the army named Johnathan Costa a French American guy. He would always say "When I return home I don't want a job I want to kill for fun. Bring chaos to this world and make the world my bitch." Everybody would always make fun of him and tear into him about how stupid he sounds. I did too until I talked to him one on one.
   He told me one day when we were sitting on top of a building gathering intel    
"Unceal, you know I'm not joking about what I say and I'm not crazy either."
   "Costa, what are you talking about?" I said as I was looking through my binoculars.
   "I'm talking about when I tell you guys I want to kill for fun and bring the world chaos." He said.
   "But why would you want to do that?" I asked.
   "Unceal, me and you come from the same place, Clarksville. You see how they treat people like us. You should know first hand your father and mother looked down on people like us." He said.
    "Yeah, what's your point?" I asked.
   "You know how it feels to have people look down on you, treat you less then toss you to the side like pieces of shit. Giving you two choices being in a group home or going to the army fighting for them just to make sure they can sleep well at night." He said I can feel the intensity in his voice.
   "So, your bright idea is to kill people cause they treated us bad? Two wrongs don't make it right." I said as I took the binoculars off of my face.
   "Two wrongs doesn't make it right but it makes it even. Look at us Unceal we are gathering intelligence on a man we don't know, surrounded by families who have no idea that in a few hours were about to go in there guns a blazing and blowing shit up. We are monsters, they want us to be monsters killing random people just like the police and government do back in Clarksville." He said angrily.