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In a broken down House somewhere in the contry of Uganda.

"haah... haah.." in a run-down building, low heavy breathing sounds could be heard.

Sounds of shouting, explosions, and bullets were also heard in the background.

Laying there in a pool of his blood in normal civilian clothing was a muscular almost 2 meters tall man with smooth black hair and bright bright blue eyes like the sky.

Holding the wound on the left side of his body with a cloth to stop the bleeding Michael leaned on the wall below the window facing the door and aimed the gun in his hand at it.

As his eyes started to lose focus and his vision was becoming blurry he started remembering his life.

He was born on the first of February of the year 1977, growing up in an ordinary household with an average family in New York he was the perfect child, mature above his age, athletic, smart, and well behaved, and although he didn't have the best of parents they weren't the worst either.

His father was in the army so he didn't see him very often, but when he did his father made sure to make it count from going fishing together to playing sports, camping, training...Etc, and even though his father never liked to show emotions, those times they spent together were more than enough to express how he felt about him.

His mother was a stay-at-home mom, and although Michael was always independent starting from the young age of 5, washing his clothes to cleaning his plate after eating and more, his mother always looked after him and even berated him that he don't need to be this responsible especially when he is this young which was funny now that he thought about it.

"hahaha... Cough" he couldn't help but laugh a little but was stopped when he coughed a mouthful of blood.

Starting school he was at the top of all his classes he was even allowed to skip classes twice after taking some tests.

And although he didn't have a large group of friends like the other kids he knew, he did have a couple, 5 to be exact that he is still best friends with to this day.

They all liked to do the same kind of stuff for entertainment, comics when they were young, and when they got older they got into games, anime, shows...etc.

And that was one of the reasons they kept being friends.

Everything was going normally like this, that is, if you could consider his intellect and maturity for his age normal, until one day when he was 11 years old.

That day he was coming back from school early as his teacher for the final class of the day called sick and couldn't make it.

Reaching home he opened the door and as he did he could hear muffled sounds and hurrying footsteps coming from upstairs.

After closing the door and as he removed his shoes he saw his mom coming down the stairs with a panicked and uneasy expression.

When she saw who it was she paused for a while before asking in a nervous tone of voice, "you're early today sweetie, did something happen?"

Looking at his mom Michael could feel that something is off but he couldn't tell exactly why, so choosing to ignore it he replied to her, "yes the history teacher called sick today so we got out early".

"Oh, I see, well you don't like history anyways so I guess that's good, you can spend the rest of the day having fun," she said smiling at him, relaxing a little.

Right then a bald fat man came out from a corner upstairs, he was sweating a little with dishevelled clothing as if he didn't have time to properly adjust them, "Elizabeth who is... Oh it's Micheal what's up kiddo how was school?" he started by asking but after seeing it was Michael he stopped and just smiled at him a little stiffly and changed his question.

Seeing the man Michael recognized him as their next-door neighbour mister John, but even though he recognized him he couldn't help but have a sick feeling crop up in his stomach and heart, it felt like he was scared and panicked at the same time.

Right then Michael knew something was wrong but he couldn't tell what it was so he could only just reply to the man trying to act like he always did " it was good uncle John, as always"

" haha good your mother called me to take a look at the pipes upstairs it was clogged, now it's all fixed so I'll just see myself out," said John to both of them smiling as he walked down the stairs and started putting on his shoes.

Elizabeth just looked at him and nodded not knowing what to say.

Micheal on the other hand had his fists clenched at this point and just staring at him, he didn't know what was wrong but he was fuming when he heard what John said, he wanted to hurt the man, to hurt him badly, but he didn't do anything, because for him the man didn't do anything wrong it was just him having this irrational anger burst so he could only relax his hands and exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding until now.

As John was walking out the door with the door half open and the handle still in his hand he turned towards both of them smiled and said, " and by the way don't hesitate to call me again if you have any other problems in the house it's the least I can do", Elizabeth just nodded with a blank expression and Micheal just starred at him, saying that he walked out and closed the door behind him.

Seeing him walk out Elizabeth breathed out and walked towards Michael, who still haven't taken his backpack, smiling she took it out from his shoulders and said, "why don't you go wash sweaty and come back I'll have something ready for you to eat okay?".

Looking at his mom Michael nodded and said " okay thanks " like he always did, but unlike previous times this time he was barely conscious of it, he was just doing it on autopilot as he was trying to figure out why he was so irritated.

Walking towards the ground floor bathroom he heard his mom speaking again but this time with a little hesitation in her voice "ah...sweaty your dad and mister John don't get along so well, so he would be really mad if you told him he came here to...." she stopped speaking for a while hesitating before continuing " to help us fix the house, can you do mommy a favour and not mention it to him!!? ".

Stopping in his tracks and Turing to her he could see his mom smiling at him with a little pleading look on her face so he only nodded and continued.

Seeing him nod his mom smiled and said as she walked towards the kitchen," thank you darling I'll make you your favourite tuna sandwich with Chees so hurry up"

Going to the bathroom and closing the door Micheal just stared at himself in the mirror with an angry look and frowned brows.

' what's wrong with me today?, why am I so mad? this has never happened before.' he thought.

'and dad even though he isn't friends with mister John they never disliked each other why did mom say that.'

'could it be dad Is just like me and gets angry when he sees the fat guy for no reason? Hehe.'

Going through some thoughts Michael calmed down and smiled a little before washing with water and going to the kitchen.

And although he never saw the fat guy in his house again he could never forget that memory and it hunted him for 5 whole years till he was 16 years old.

One month after his 16th birthday, in which he was already attending college (he skipped years due to being ahead of his class), he had his first kiss with his first ever girlfriend and also his classmate, and not long after she introduced him to something entirely new to him and that day he lost his virginity to her in his room in which they were supposed to be studying for the exams in.

After bidding her farewell with a genuine smile on his face he took a shower and went to bed for the night happier than ever.

Laying there in his bed his eyes suddenly snapped open

(yes he didn't even know what sex was till he was 16, by that time it was the year 1993, keep in mind the Internet wasn't available to the public until one month later in April 1993 coupled with his personality he only now figured it out)

Like pieces of a puzzle everything started clicking and fitting together perfectly he realized why he felt sick to the stomach when he saw the fat fu*k that day, why his mother told him not to talk to his father about it, why she was nervous whenever the three of them met John, everything clicked and that feeling he felt years ago came back stronger than ever.

(does webnovel ban or censor the use of bad language or other stuff!?, I want to use it but don't want to get banned)

Getting up from his bed and rushing to the bathroom, Michael puked till he felt pain with tears running down his face, not from him puking but genuine tears.

Getting up he started smacking his hands on the wall, *bam* *bam*, while crying and sobbing till his hand bled and till he dyed the wall red and till he finally deflated on the ground still crying.

He was confused, he didn't know what to do, should he tell his father who by this point finished his military service with honours and was finally relaxing and enjoying life after struggling all his life?

Should he confront his mother about what she did, scream at her, curse at her and make her explain why she did it?

Or should he just go back to New York from Boston where he's currently studying languages at Harvard and kill the fat pig, he knows that it'll be as easy as killing an ant because although he is just 16 years old he already has the body of a greek god from all the training and martial arts he kept at since he was 4 years old.

Sitting on the floor of the bathroom for the next hour he just tries to comfort himself and come up with excuses for his mom.

' maybe dad was cheating too that's why she tried to get back at him, if so her cheating wouldn't be so bad right!? ' but he knew that's not the case because for every second his dad wasn't in the army or the house he spent it with him, he didn't even go buy groceries without his son.

'maybe that's not the case and mom wasn't cheating and I read too much into it.' but why would she get nervous around when we three meet the fat pig, why would she ask me not to tell dad and lie about him not liking John, and why would he hear her that same night he saw John speaking on the phone saying that he doesn't suspect anything.

No matter how he thought about it he never arrived at an answer that would satisfy him.

Seeing that hell just keeps going in a loop if he kept thinking about it he gets up, gets a bucket and a towel, and cleaned all the blood and vomit around, after he was done he took his second shower of the day and bandaged his hands then he just laid on the bed and immediately passed out.

"Seriously mom you couldn't even choose a better man to cheat with? " he says as he's still laying in his blood.

As he says that he hears a sound from a room further down the corridor and footsteps getting closer, apparently whoever was there heard him and was coming.

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