I did a lot of things in my life. Some were good, others were bad. I saved lives and I took them. When people seen me, their eyes always showed a different feeling. Some were filled of hate, lust, fear, joy, disappointment, and many more. I will admit I used to hate their judgmental eyes but, now I don't really care. If you asked me if I regret my life, I would tell you yes because I wished that I could have protected him. I was supposed to take care of him. He was my aspiration, hope, dream, and my heart.

I will be honest with you. Before I met him, I was wild. I would party every night, fight everyday, wake naked with a random person, and much much more. I met him when I was in the hospital with a bullet in my arm, three broken fingers and a swollen face. His name was Jacob. He was six years old with three degree burns on both arms and a multiple of stitches on his legs. I asked the nurse who was helping me what happened to him and she told me that his parents abused him. They carved his legs writing words describing him. The words on his legs were insults like, idiot, mistake, pain, and many more. The nurse said that he was lucky to be alive because while he was sleeping his mother set the house on fire with him and his father in it. His father had died because she locked the bedroom door and Jacob survived by climbing out of his window and running over to his neighbors. When they found his mother, she hung herself under the backyard tree.

When I heard of his story, I was sad and disgusted. I was sad for him and disgusted with his parent and myself. I was disgusted with myself because I was so caught up with my pathetic life that he was having it worse then me but, he could still smile like nothing was wrong. Every time I seen him, he was smiling and laughing that it was contagious. I talked to him and played with him until I was released. I got myself a together by getting a job as a personal security guard for one of the riches man in the city. I had to protect his daughter and follow he around town. I worked for them for three years visiting Jacob every weekend until the doctors told me that he was being put up for adoption. When we both heard the news, he was heart broken because he didn't want to leave me. If I had to say me and him formed a bond, he was like a son to me and I didn't want to lose him. So after five long months, I adopted him as my own. I bought a small house, paid for his medical bills, and we had a good time.

I lived with him for two short years until my past caught up with me. See I used to hangout with these strange people. They were fun people who knew how to do some crazy wild things. We were kinda like a small family or brotherhood who did dangerous and evil things. We robbed, abused, and even killed but, at that time I didn't know they killed our victims. During our years together, they became darker and eviler. The police found out what they were doing and confronted me telling me all of their sins. So I made a deal with them, that I would testify against them and I would go to jail for my own crimes that were less than theirs. We all went to prison but, to different places. I was in prison five years and they had twenty. After I got out, I was immediately in witness protection. I was sent to Japan and started a new life but, old habits die hard. I learned many things in Japan before I was sent back to the States like different kinds of martial arts and the art of killing. I didn't kill anyone there but, was taught the easiest way to take a life.

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Back to my main story , my old "friends" found me and Jacob and I watched them torture and kill him right in front of my eyes. After that day, I was broken. They locked me in a basement for five months until, I broke out. I broke out in the middle of the night and slowly painfully tortured each and everyone of them until they begged me to just kill them. I killed them and ran away because after a couple of days the police were after me. After I got away, I was in a deep depression because all I could think of was Jacob. If he had not of met me, he would still be alive. If he had better parents that loved him and took care of him, he would have had a wonderful life. When I was thinking of all those things, I came up with a solution that all of these evil and sick people should all just die. So I hunted every criminal in my path that hurt people deeply. I killed many people and saved many people.

After many years of killing, I was finally stopped. See I was chancing this serial killer and we had a good fight. I ended up killing him but, I didn't come out unharmed. He shot me four times all over my body and luckily the police came in time to take me to the hospital. I was in a coma for three months and in recovery for nine months. The doctors were surprised that I even survived but, I was not interested. When I woke up, the police came and I confessed to everything. They had a trail and it was decided that I would have life in prison. I was fine with it because I knew that my life was ending soon. While I was slowly dying, my nurse would always talk to me. She would ask me about my life. One day she come into my room and ask this strange question. A question so strange that it took a moment for me to answer her.

Nurse: Do you want to try again?

I didn't understand her question at first. She notice my confusion and reworded the question.

Nurse: If you had the option to start a new life in a new world and a chance to see Jacob again would you take it?

I looked at her for a moment and said yes. She smiled at me and leaned over kissing me. I was surprised until my eyes got heave and I drifted off to sleep. The last thing I heard was, "I will see you in my domain."

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