Igarashi : One against all

My name is Christopher and I was working in Caltech in the research programs on along with my professors in their researches. I was said to be a gifted individuals and everyone had high inspirations for me. I seemed a very happy to go hardworking child who was the favourite of all around me but I was different from the inside. I was born in the southern region of cannada, my father was a right hand to an infamous mafia boss, he fell in love and married my mother and tried leaving his previous life and settled in America. I did not have a particularly happy childhood, he was an alcoholic and my mother was suffering from P,T.S.D after childbirth, she was not mentally well and ignored me most of the time due to her condition. Things turned worse after I turned eight, when my mother ran away at night without us noticing and she never returned. Since, then my father turned into a complete alcoholic and a drug addict, he used to torture me like starving me or beating me with a belt to suffice his frustations. I still beared with it helplessly, I worked my ass off in school to get a scholarship into a decent college to escape my house but things took a darker, my life twisted 180 degrees that night.

I had turned eighteen years old and worked part time at a local cafe to earn some cash and to stay away from my dad. However one night when I was returning home, I sensed something was amiss it was a feeling of death as I entered the house I saw two mean looking thugs talking to my father rudely and out of the blue one of them shot him point blank in the head. He was dead and then they noticed me. I quickly hid to avoid their gunshots though I got hurt on my leg due to my hastiness. They went after me, I got into the kitchen pulling out a pan and the longest butcher knife in the house. I hit one of the dudes who had the gun with a pan on the head, the other one of them then hit me across the face I was in a bad conditioned however I fended with them and managed to hit him in the nose with my strongest punch and then smashing his head on the window. Our windows glass was broken and the shattered glass plunged one of his eyes, he was shouting up in pain. I was horrified right after, I noticed the dude with the gun woke up and aimed at me. Out of instinct I got the other dude infront of me making him the meatshield he fired eight bullets, I was saved but he died. I soon heard his bullets were finished. He threw the gun and angrily came upon me. Right then I plunged my knife in his heart and just to confirm it, I took it out and went right again. They both were dead and I fell on the floor, blood all splattered over me however, I did not felt guilty or scared, I enjoyed it. The blood around made me feel a bit happy or you could say thirsty, I was in a mess pondering on who these guys were, why they killed my dad and most importantly why did I not felt scared killing them, but enjoyed it. 

Right then a tall old man entered the scene along with armed guards, I felt releived, this was FBI and I knew I was in trouble though me killing these thugs could be considered as a self defence, my house was filled with narcotic substances and drugs. However, soon they arreseted me without a word. I was in prison though I shouted to say I am innocent, none of my words were heard. After 18hrs in custody the Old man who was in the crime scene came and introduced himself as Adam. This man was a person who detested my father and wanted to kill him, he smiled as he saw me in the place and gave me his word that I would never see a day outside of prison. I was devastated, my prison life started and just after a month, it felt worse than death. Somehow I was accused of selling narcotic substances, of two murders and being aquainted to gangleaders in canada accused of human traffiking the court punished me and I ended up in prison. I felt finished and felt sucidal thoughts, however after cursing my life for the millionth time I realised to fuck it all up. My life could not be worse so why not escape the prison and IDK start anew. So, I started gathering info from my cofines, completes my regular duties and started making a plan for prison escape. On the day of escape, I was caught even before all of my plans started, I was sent to interrogation where I met my current professor, Ibrahim. This guy was closely affiliated with some terrorist organisations in middle east and wanted to get good scientists who could help in making biological weapons and drugs to enhance human body. He gave me an offer that I was under his personal watch and each of my movements were seen by me, he gave me two choices either to rot in this cell or he could get me the best education and sponsor my studies. I took the other option, and Chritopher died that day, I was given a certificate of my new Identity of a guy from turkey and a certificate that I completed my high school, I prepared for the exams to enter into Caltech and here I am.

At day, I work in research and my evening shift took me to the darker part of American military where I was collaborating with terrorist organisations to make biological weapons and drugs to boost human vitality. I was said to be the best among all as I had recently developed a virus with no cure which could kill large amount of people. This was single one of my biggest testaments which was realeased in china through a Bat and it even caused a global pandemic. I was now known by the biggest underworld mafia lords operating in and outside America. I had no expectations from life, no dreams or any resolution to strive to achieve heaven as said to the millitary workers, I just wanted to survive and stay out of danger and this seemed the way to me.