K I L L E R

It Begins

”.. the sun…is hot… ”

A young man, no older than 16 looked at the clouds above him, putting his calloused hand above his eyes to avoid the sun damaging them.

”Inmate B-055…also known as Killer. You
e free to go. Make sure we don see you here again ” a guard told the boy from behind a wire mesh fence, a grim look on his face.

Killer. Thats what hed been called for the past 7 years. Hed been called that for so long that hed actually forgotten what his real name was. Ever since that day, thats what he was branded as anyway. A killer.

”Heh. Sure is nice to see the outside world again…Ill see you later Officer Casey. It wasn nice being in this place with yall ” Killer waved at the guard without turning back and walked away, luckily the juvenile detention he stayed in was a lot closer to the city than others and he prayed to God that he could remember the way to his old abode.

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He did.

Killer stood outside the decrepit remains of what was once a high quality bungalow at the very end of the neighborhood. Adults avoided him, giving him space to pass on the sidewalk, groups of teenagers stopped whatever they were doing and walked away whenever they saw him approaching and some children even burst into tears.

”Do I really look that bad? ” He asked himself, neglecting the fact that he was wearing dull grey prisoner clothes and had a shackle around his right ankle, as he kicked down the door of his childhood home, the rotten wood giving away the instant his boot made contact.

There was still police tape everywhere and practically every piece of furniture in the house was gone-either taken away by the police during investigations or simply stolen by hobos-he couldn care less.

”I hope they didn find it… ” He made his way upstairs, careful not to step too hard and make the staircase collapse on itself. He walked into his old room, bare of everything he once held dear to him, things he couldn even remember right now.

He made his way to the center of the room and punched a hole through the wooden floor, his hand making contact with the cold glass of some sort of case.

”Heck yeah my old piggy bank is still here.. ” he yanked the still pink, pig shaped container out of the hollow under the floor and smashed it against the wall, all its paper and coin contents spilling out.

”Now to see how much money younger me saved up… ”

He counted it up and it amounted to an astonishing 300$. Ok not that much but when you haven seen money in 7 years youve gotta be grateful.

”Eh as long as I can get something to eat out of this… ” He pocketed all the money and went to the bathroom.

Thankfully the mirror was still intact.

He took one look at himself and instantly knew why people avoided him.

His hair was a metallic grey styled in a faux-hawk with part of it falling to the side of his head and partially obscuring his face. His left eye had permanently bloodshot sclera with a yellow iris while his right eye was a normal blue. Two scars adorned his face, one across the bridge of his nose and the other on his upper right forehead. His skin is a light tan.

”I have to get out of these prison threads… ”

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”Thanks for the clothes. Ill come again! ” The grey haired boy snapped h

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