False
By darut1234 :: Saturday February 21st, 2009
As a child, your parents tell you stories. You watch shows designed for younger children. The plots and the characters in these stories always seem to think that truth prevails, and that good will triumph over evil. All of these are lies. When I was a child, I was always told that truth makes everything better. When I was seven, a man walked up to me and told me that he was a friend of my dad's, that he had moved in earlier today, and asked where he lived. He knew where my dad worked - at the hospital. I had a feeling in the back of my head that this was a bad man. But I was young. And I was taught that truth was good. So I told him my adress. I came home three hours later to find my parents brutally murdered. And something inside me snapped. My brain suddenly sent messages to my entire body to do all kinds of things. I fall on the ground in horrible pain. I lay there for five minutes. And then - it all stopped. Since then, I have obtained an unnaturally large IQ. I was stronger then about a quarter of my classmates combined. I have incredible speed and agility. I gratuaded from High school at the age of 14 - a record for their school. And nowadays, I am a phantom of the day and night.
I search for those who killed my parents. I search for those criminals who are the reason we live in a world where truth doesn't exist. I am False.
