I always knew I was different

I was born as the son of a hooker and a drug addict who couldn't manage to pull out in time. My father had died when I was 2 I remember mother talking of how my father was running from debt collectors but they had finally caught him. My mother was a well-known hooker she brought home many men every night I would always hear her screaming and moaning as I forced to go in the living room. I think the only man that I will remember the most is Irwin he was a famous lawyer. I was a 5-year-old and I had seen his face in books so many times I can't forget that face.

I had looked up to this lawyer because he was always on tv at the next door lady home. So as you can imagine his words and presence had an effect on me that day. To make matters worse his wife was a retired psychologist with two teenagers. He was my role model so I wished to know why he was here but it was against mother's rules. It was against the rules to talk to or about my mother's customers.

Perhaps I should have left him and mother alone but my high IQ made that impossible to do. So when he and my mother started to walk to the backroom in tugged on his arm and at that moment I realized the gravity of my mistake. When my dirty and weak finger touched his arm he froze and hit me with a cane in the abdomen almost making me pass out. He then walked toward my mother and beat her black and blue and yelled something out loud with a large amount of hate. I will never forget what he said it was "filthy commoners always seeking trouble" he then got in his car and left.

If glares could kill then I would have died the most terrible way possible because from my mother's glare I could feel her hate for me. Her glare was as if I had destroyed everything good about her life and she wanted revenge. I couldn't bare to look at my mother in the eyes so I turned around and cried silently so I wouldn't do ruin anything else. I think mother always took taking care of me as a chore but after that time I became a chore she just didn't want to do anymore. When I woke up my mother was gone and she never came back so I went to stay with the nice Auntie next door.

To be honest I didn't expect the auntie to take me in so life was getting better you could say. The auntie was nice she was a 30-year-old going back to college for a Ph.D. So she was very educated I loved living with her but just like so many things in my life it was too good to be true. One day my mother came back with an expensive dress and purse that she normally couldn't afford. I didn't even need to think about what made her come back to get me it was very obvious considering she was escorted by two men who looked like me and her one older and one younger.

She took one glance at men and one of the men put me on his shoulder and then nodded to her. At this point, I was very furious and irritated by the fact she left for two years and comes back to mess my life up again. The nice auntie who took care of me walked up to the two men and was given a thick envelope. She then smiled at me and walks away from me it didn't take a genius to understand. I was now abandoned by the one person I cared for and it was because of money one of many of the most powerful things in the world.

My body started to turn grey and pictures of Landon were going through my head. Not recent Landon but old Landon things such as what times the streets would be empty and best places to hide bodies. It didn't just stop there I also got martial art knowledge and experience also experience of being able to blend in manipulate people. As all this was going on my body was burning and my personality and character got very cold. It felt like I had been in the world too long and the World is this cold giant that I can only beat by being colder.

I think the most impressive change that happened to me that day is my muscles, bones, and blood was getting better. While this happened a cold and scary voice appeared in my head he said "my youngest descendant and because we share the same name you shall inherit all of my experience and knowledge and be the one to end this fight" I felt strength from the voice like empowerment. I didn't become aware of the world again until I was tossed in the back of a pitch-black van with tinted windows. After being thrown in the vehicle I started looking around it to see who the weakest is and the best way back to the city. I stopped doing this because I realized something it was that I normally wouldn't have done and it was scary.

I looked around me and all around me was woods and more woods so I decided now was the best time. I kicked the guy in front of me in the ear I don't know why I did It I just did sort of like instinct. I then took the gun from him and shot the one driving in the head and then I pushed both bodies out the van I tried to drive. Sadly I realized I was being tailed by what looked like a bird but when looking closer I realized it was a small drone. I was then filled with the idea to drive in the woods to lose but I remembered I was a newbie driver it was all instinct.

I drove into the woods unable to override my impulses I was drunk on adrenaline. After twenty-eight minutes of driving, I came off my adrenaline high. All of this was way too stimulating for a thirteen-year-old so I started to get drowsy until I head the barking of several dogs accompanying several lights. I forced my self up and grabbed the two pistols and ran deep into the forest but I could never outrun the lights and dogs. I started to rest for two minutes had to run again until I noticed all the lights were surrounding me.

I gave up on running completely when I realized it was impossible for me to do it in my current state. So I waited for half a minute and out came several men with tranquilizer guns don't ask me how I know I just do. An old man walks up to and says "do you know who I am" I said no. He then gives me a huge speech and a long speech about him and his research. Apparently, it is about the descendants of the famous killers and about how jack the ripper descendants are rare and powerful and I'm the last of three.

I sat there laughing the men around me who look at me weirdly because I'm drenched blood. (not mine) I find it so funny because I always knew I was too different from others. The main reason is that at 3 I thought like a 12-year-old. I always felt like my body was making me become prepared for something back then I didn't know but now I do. I cut off the old man and said "is other a lot of food" he looks at me and said "plenty" as his reply I just smile and pass out.