5 Chapter 5

My past life wasn't as boring as it could have been. More precisely, it became more or less interesting after I served a couple of years in jail for hacking. I had good skills in this field since I was a child, but after serving time I decided to stop hacking and forgery of documents. I wanted something more exciting, so I decided to go to war to find out the smell of gunpowder. But unfortunately, there were no wars in those days, except for some conflicts in the East. But this was enough for me, so I went to the army, just my age was appropriate. So, within a couple of months, I was running circles in the army. It was very boring, a whole year of suffering nonsense, but it was necessary to endure. So I endured and hoped that one day I would get into a hot spot. I know it's a little strange, but who in their right mind would want to go to war? Well, I wanted to, I don't know why, but I was always drawn to such adventures, as I was later told, I have some kind of mental disorder, hmm… But more on that later.

In General, I rewound my term, and then went to serve on a contract, just in places with a special concentration of combat operations. It turned out that people with my abilities are quite useful there, no wonder I was five years old disassembled computers and all the equipment in the house. So I intercepted transmission signals, tracked them, hacked them, and so on. But it's legal, the army. I was good at it, so at a certain point the FSB became interested in me and I started working for them. Of course, I wanted to refuse at first, because I would have to leave the war zone and not see any fun shootings, but then I realized that it was better to agree, you never know what these feds have in mind. So I became an agent for a short time, but after working for them for a couple of years, I was promoted to the rank, and began to perform special tasks for some secret organization called the "Network". It was already more fun there, I was even allowed to complete tasks around the world, there were shootouts and good battles. But, all this did not last long, at the next psychoanalysis I was diagnosed with some kind of delusional diagnosis, they said that I was a complete psycho who adored blood and shootings, and sent to a mental hospital. I won't say that they were wrong, I really liked shootings and battles, but blood and murder... I don't think so, I was just missing the adrenaline or something. But to be sent to a mental hospital because of this, to put on a straitjacket and call some kind of maniac is already too much. I think they just decided to remove me, because I knew a lot and could do it, but I was one of the best hackers in the world, and that's saying something. Although, I don't understand why I would take out someone with my abilities, and even if I love blood, it didn't interfere.

But it did happen... I was locked in a solitary cell in a mental hospital, unable to move. I wasn't surprised by this, although I'm a master of computers, but I can also fight and kill, I had to learn, so it was better to tie me up. True, this did not help them much, after a month I came up with a plan and calmly implemented it, simultaneously hacking all the security system and freeing all the psychos. It was a fun day…

I did not stay in my native country, but rushed abroad, to America. There I made a new identity for myself, put it in all the databases, and became a legal citizen. Although all this was illegal, if you have the skills, you can even make yourself a completely legitimate person in an illegal way. So I did, and I became James Ferno, a very ordinary guy. I could easily afford to change my identity, since I had nothing left in my homeland. My parents died when I was still a teenager, and this probably played a crucial role in the fact that I went to jail. And there were no other relatives, so there was no way those bastards from the Network could have lured me out or done anything to me.

I led a very ordinary life for just a couple of years, read comics, watched TV shows, in short, suffered from various nonsense. But it wasn't enough for me, even though I hacked Bank accounts to live comfortably, but I was missing something… I wanted to have fun again and I just couldn't help it. So I created a criminal group.

It wasn't particularly difficult, there were just a bunch of gangs with weak leaders in the city, so I just had to get rid of them and recruit people. This is how the group was created. With my hacking abilities, robbing banks was very easy, so we soon had a lot of money, and then weapons. After that, we decided to act even tougher and started fighting with other major gangs. For me, it was just an installation of power and a way to get the desired emotions from the battles, I was very nervous of these bastards who did not consider us. Yes, that time was really beautiful…

I didn't really like gangs and all that criminal rabble, but I didn't have much choice, I couldn't go to war now, I just had to find a better place to fight. And the local bandits were not sorry, since they joined the gang, they have already chosen a dangerous life. And by killing bandits, I helped peaceful people to some extent, although I didn't really care, I liked the process of shootings and wars more.

I guess I was really unwell… But at least my actions did not harm the innocent, only the criminal rabble suffered, and this calmed me.

Of course, the fun must end one day,and it did. On one of my regular raids, I was surrounded and killed. I was not alone, with me were the most normal of the gang, also in the past military, of course I did not trust them very much, but in the last moments they fought with dignity and died like real warriors. Even among the bandits there are decent people…

I was killed a little later, shot and tied up, and sent to a Chinese man, the leader of this gang. I was tortured there, but not for long, one fine day I got out and killed this along with a lot of people, but of course I couldn't kill them all, and after a few serious injuries I just bled out and couldn't even walk. So I died, in a pool of my own blood, lying on the cold floor…

That was the last thing I remember, and then I just woke up. In a white room, under an IV, completely unable to get up, and with a terrible, just monstrous feeling of hunger. This was the moment when the last hunter green left this world and I was reborn.