Life is something strange isn’t it?, especially in my case because I have lived with a special power, I call it “time stopper” and no, it doesn’t do what you think it does, I gave it that name because of a different sense, you see what it lets me is to directly grasp an organ, for example the heart its quite a strange feeling, imagine if you felt the movements of a heart in your hand, being able to crush it, its unique.

You must be able to understand what I am, perhaps it’s better to say I was?, not like I truly care about that foolish detail. Name Jull Crane, occupation assassin.

My story isn’t a tragedy as you may think, I became an assassin because I wanted, it was my choice, and what other use would you find to my power? It’s like god himself was asking me to be like that!, even worse when I could take a life as if I was a grim reaper, it was exhilarating! I don’t think you could even get it, having every single life in your hand… It made me feel so powerful and I came to enjoy it a lot.

Everything started when I was young, I had just 5 years when I discovered my power and… used it. My dad was a Ceo with a high salary and my mother was a housewife, quite normal I must say, it doesn’t ring a bell how could I end like this eh?, I still remember that day as if it was yesterday, it was a summer day and we were in our summerhouse, but I had to study every day, it was hellish so I decided to escape and I had a great idea how to do it, I took off my clothes, put my favorite hat on my head and my tricycle, haha I suppose for you it’s strange that I took off my clothes but hey, it was summer.

I have to say that it was a big mistake… yeah I should have taken a bit of food at least!, but forgive me I didn’t think about that being so young… 3 hours after I escaped I was already hungry and even worse but that was not the worst of it, I ended arriving to the house of an old man who liked to hunt, and it was quite cruel what I saw. He was hanging a dog, the dog was still alive, spasming weakly and that’s the first time I got a feeling of a heart, it was strange at the start and even if I couldn’t understand what was happening to the dog, I could feel the cruelty and death itself.

Seeing the pain in the animal I just had a desire, to end it and so it happened, the dog immediately died, but there was a hidden lesson which was imprinted in my soul, it was hate for the old man who caused that pain, I thought “only death can forgive you”, it was all too strange, until that moment I didn’t truly understood what meant to die.

Then I got the same feeling that I had with the dog, I felt something warm, doing little movements as if it was saying “I’m alive”, it was time to end it, with my will and a little gesture with my hand I crushed it. This time it was different, blood flowed from everywhere of him, the last thing I remember is the man doing an act like a “last stand”, falling while gazing me, it was like he understood who killed him and I could see his surprise.

I don’t truly remember anything else, it seems that my father found me 2 hours later in a pool of blood with deadpan eyes. Some people thought that perhaps I would be traumatized, however it was imprinted on me the symphony of death, I thought about how it made everything equal, it was unique.

A few days later the attitude of my parents changed and they did let me to play, I could feel their worrying gazes, I didn’t truly understand why they had them but a few days later a man came to our house, he was a psychologist called Steward but I still prefer to think of him as “Mr. bright baldie”, hey with him near you don’t need a mirror to redirect light! I still think that when light reflected on his head you could use it to burn something.

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He talked to me a few times and gave me a few toys, which were quite boring if I have to say… one day I heard him talking with my parents and he said something about me “closing my feelings”, not like I truly cared, but my mother cried, even my father seemed conflicted, but the thing I remember the most is how fast their hearts did palpitate, ahh that melody was so beautiful…

My days were quite normal and when I was six I entered school like every normal child, and it was quite easy everything we studied, I even did a few friends! Two boys and one girl, they were called James, Josh and Annie respectively and we were like little devils really, I still remember that time when we broke a window and the director was trying to catch us, what we did was to take a guy with us who didn’t do anything when we were running away and then we let him fall!, hahaha the director though that he was with us and what a sermon he received!.

But the interesting thing happened when I was 15 years old, Josh joined a gang called “The devils”, what originality… the one who made the name should have used at least 3 years to think of that!. Even if he was the only one who joined it was not likely to be the only one, except Annie who wasn’t interested and tried to stop us, James and I did a few works for the gang, nothing too much, it was just driving when they stole something, however one day something bad happened and there were deaths, even worse they used Josh as a scapegoat!, you see that day I wasn’t the driver, so I don’t know all the details, but when Josh was in the jail one day I was able to talk to him, and he told me everything, he said that even James was implicated in using him as a scapegoat.

At that moment something changed again, the melody of death became stronger and even told me a few words, which were the true beginning of everything “pain shall bring revenge, death shall bring peace, every end has a beginning, and every wrong has a consequence”, how right it felt, that same day I killed every member of the gang, with the same feeling that I had ten years ago and it felt good, it was like a drug which induced me in a state of excitation, the world became red and only my laugh could be heard apart from that melody…

From that day onwards I understood something, I couldn’t live anymore without that melody! I had to kill. My desire was paving my way to the underworld, and it was there where I made my professional name as “Time Stopper”, I even had a proverb! “When the coldness arrives not even time can continue”.

It was all so great but one day I started to get a new desire, I wanted to experiment the melody of death in all its splendor and there was only one way to do it… I had to kill myself.

Finally the day arrived when I decided to suicide, I crushed my own heart with my powers, slowly, enjoying every sensation. It was so refreshing, slowly I was dying and then the grand end!.

And that’s how we arrive at this moment…

“YOU HAVE FINALLY ARRIVED”