Dear Father,
Who knew that you died just a few weeks ago and I'm still writing unsent letters to you. Who knew that you died so easily? Who knew that my step brother would get you killed? Who knew… who knew that I, Trey Blofis, will continue my father's legacy?
Sincerely,
Trey
Trey placed the useless letter on top of so many other useless letters that became a neat pile on his desk. He smiled and grabbed a dart before flinging it towards the dart board.
"My father's legacy," Trey whispered. He grabbed his backpack and dropped down from his bedroom window.
Trey was an ordinary boy that lived in San Francisco with his foster family that could care less about him. But the term 'ordinary' should be used lightly in the case of Trey. You see his father was none other than Saul Blofis, the rapist/killer. After Saul was caught, Trey was put in child care and was never looked at in the same way.
A destroyed photo that was hung on Trey's dart board floated to the ground slowly. That last hit must of torn it from the dart board. It was disfigured and hard to tell what or who the picture is of, with all the dart punctures, but one corner of the picture survived any abuse with some clear writing:
I'm coming for you Percy Jackson, Saul legacy lives on!
Yea so the preview I've shown you on the previous story is a fake. I finally came up with a good one :D Sorry that the one I put up 'I'm a Mute II' is gone.
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-Okami