Chapter Two

Alcmene Argent

When I was three years old the virus broke out and our lives were ruined. My father lost his life to the virus and so did my twin brother whose death I didn't mind.

He was an asshole and would torture me but unfortunately as I started to gain the ability to kick his ass, he died. I have the scars to prove it.

All eighty-nine of them. He died when we were both fourteen and he had tried to push me off a cliff, so I lit him on fire. I still feel no remorse and great satisfaction, but I never will feel guilt.

After my brothers' death from "the virus" as well as my dad's decapitation and my mom's murder I took guardianship of my younger twin siblings. It was hard because I chose not to live in the city, and I could never really hunt for food in Arizona so I had to travel and often would raid stores.

I had no way of getting an income because outside the city walls money doesn't do shit.

Unfortunately, there are others who raid, which can be extremely dangerous and violent especially at gun and hunting stores. But even before my brother died my mom passed and I knew something bad was going to happen just…not her head being severed off.

Two months before her death I saw this letter sitting on the porch and on the front, it said from your boss and leader you will be needed to attend this meeting or my hand will be forced.

The thing is my mom did not go anywhere, she stayed at home.

When would she be leaving to meet with this person and why is she needed?

Thoughts like this went through my head but I just went and handed my mother the letter without giving it another thought.

Later a saw her being dropped off by this van as me and my sister were playing in the backyard. No one seemed to notice that we saw this, and we went on with our day like nothing happened. I have kept thinking about that moment until today. The last moment that happened before her death that I was present for was her smiling big with her fake smile on pretending she was fine before we left for school doing her best to hide the fact that she knew she was going to die.

At that moment everything seemed fine, but she made sure to give us all a hug and remind us how much she loves us no matter what, which was a bit odd because it seemed as if she rarely showed any affection towards us-she wasn't a bad mom she just wasn't very smiley or huggy this new life with four little kids, being a single mom and Guillotine-V just toughened her up.

The other odd thing is that my twin brother seemed very distant as if he knew something I did not. I mean he wasn't very close with any of us but that day he just seemed tense and closed off even from mom with a look like he knew some secret.

That night when I came home, her life was taken and gone and we were all alone and with us all being so young and no parental guidance it is safe to say I am a bit fucked up.

When my dad passed away from the disease, I was ten. Mother was shaken from it and life started going downhill and that is when she became distant. Now that I am the oldest (my brother passed) I must take charge of my siblings.

It is highly exhausting to find food and good places to scavenge. My day consists of sleeping and scavenging.

You may be wondering why I didn't stay with other family members like an aunt or grandparent or in-law but you see I have never met any of my extended family members because each of my parents each had an in-law that hated them which caused many family wars for the time my parents were still around their parents.

When my parents broke away from their parents, went and married, and then had their four kids. Both of my parents would separately tell me and my siblings' horrible things about the in-laws.