Life Story

from start to finish. to reduce the questions.

I wasn't always like this. I used to be carefree. Had a million friends. Great life- loved my job, my family, my band.

However, that was before.

I was standing at the corner of Pennsylvania Avenue. Most of the District seemed to be asleep, save the red strobe light keeping watch at the top of the Washington, and the hundreds of security guards undoubtedly around the city. Why, you ask, was I out at this hour?

I quickly resolved that he was fast asleep in his bed. I knew exactly where this was. The trouble was getting there. As it was I felt eyes on me, probably a guard a block behind on the right wedged between an oversized flower pot and one of the many historical buildings around. He had no idea I had pin-pointed my threat. Wandering the streets after dark for so long, searching for a further purpose in life, I'd learned many things. I turned around, sprinted towards the hunched black figure threatening my existance, and quickly got rid of the problem.

Once again at the corner, I wiped the blood off of my face and neck. This used to phase me, but I soon grew used to it. It was hard being so known for all the wrong reasons. Everyone believed I did it. Everyone. My own brother was starting to look at me with disgust.

It all happened about six months ago, and has been going downhill ever since. I was walking, carefree, as the sun set in the west, as I used to. I passed my favorite hot dog stand, the t-shirt peddlers, and a homeless man begging for change. My pockets were empty as it was. I shook my head as he groaned at me and held up his collection can. After the aquarium, I turned into a small alley. Alleys here were much different than most cities. They were pretty clean and usually only housed smokers. With the low crime rate here, there was nothing to worry about. Or so I thought.

I leaned, back against the wall, and slid down. Thump. I hit the ground. When I started to pick up a leaflet I found next to me, I heard footsteps. Fast-moving footsteps. And...pattering? No, paws. Feet and paws. Human and beast. Picking myself up and preparing myself for the worst, I listened as they both got closer. Finally, a dark shape appeared in front of my alley. As it came closer, a street light lit it up. "It" turned out to be a little girl, not older than 7 or 8. She turned to her left in fear, probably to find whatever was chasing her was much closer than she had expected. She ran across the street and almost right into me. The necklace she was wearing struck me as odd. It seemed to be glowing a brilliant shade of turquoise. I didn't have much time to think about it. Too scared to form intelligent sentences, she slurred about something big and dangerous. This beast appeared at the end of the alley. She backed up against a fence seperating both of us from another street, and possibly survival. The animal, which I took to be some sort of werewolf, stalked her down until she was on her tip-toes and closing her eyes. For a few minutes, they just stood like this. Then, without much warning, it took a giant paw to her face, and she fell. I turned my back, not wanting to see the rest of it, yet sure if I did anything to help her, I'd face the same fate. Seconds later, the creature whizzed past me. As I stared after it dumbly I realized that in it's mouth was the necklace, now dark and dismal. I came to the conclusion that this was much more than a freak attack, and that the necklace was of some value to the animal.

The next morning, it was all over the news. Not just that the girl had been found, no longer living, but a survailence tape. Of me. Somehow, the massive beast had been altered, and looked like nothing more than a small dog. It was my fault. I hadn't protected her. Some even believed I encouraged the dog. Of course my running away as soon as the scene was over didn't help anything.

After countless court cases and my escape from prison, I found myself here. Alone. Unwanted. On that corner once again, and in the mood for revenge. I ran as fast as I could without attracting the attention of the guards scattered everywhere. All too soon, I found myself at the gate. Looking around, I found that two guards had fallen asleep on the roof, and one was busy watching the Simpsons on a tiny TV in a little outpost by the formal entrance. However, this situation did not require my making my presence known, so I easily hopped the 6 foot fence. I cringed on the other side, waiting for an alarm to sound or a trap to come down on my head, but nothing happened. Recovering, I ran all the way to the backyard and up to the side of the house, squished between it and a large topiary. I turned and pulled a screwdriver out of my pocket. Working the lock, I got the window open in seconds. Once again I looked over my shoulder. Nothing. I slid inside.

The rest was easy. No maids or butlers were around, and I found his room easily. Looking upon his sleeping form, I remembered why I was here. For revenge. Because not only was this man the President of the United States, but he was the one that had decided to take my entire life away from me. Dismiss me into jail. Never let me see my friends or family ever again. Force me to do what I was about to do.

Leaning over him, I pulled out the screwdriver again. He didn't even have time to scream.

In Order To Understand Hansiie

here's some information to start with

Life Story

from start to finish. to reduce the questions.

An End Note

just so you don't go home with nightmares