PROLOGUE; ONE YEAR AGO
It is a cold and rainy night. My kind of weather, here.
It's probably the best thing to happen to me in a long time…had been in hiding for so goddamn long…could have suffocated or something. Sometimes I think how I was better off staying dead…Hey, Hell's not so bad when you've already lived it during most of your life.
…but that's another story.
The reason I'm standing here in some no-name place in the so-called "Melting Pot" they call America is because someone tipped me off about where I could find the truth about my seemingly mysterious return from the dead.
It all started with a mysterious phone call (terrible cliché, I know. Shut up.). An anonymous tipster tells me that he knows information regarding my resurrection, and he told me that a biogenetic research facility known as "G-Corporation"(I almost remarked aloud "You must be kidding me"—the name is horribly simplistic) contains said information.
I bet you anything it's an elaborate trap under the guise of bullshit.
And of course, I would be the fool that falls for said elaborate trap. After all, I am a walking bad-luck charm…shit always happens to me. But I'm used to that…I'm digressing.
Anyway, I was told that there were some very important files containing information about me…I have no recollection of any bio-genetics research facility doing god only knows what to me, or what the hell it even has to do with me…but since I have found no real answers up until this point, I really have no choice. This was my only lead, so I have no choice but to follow it.
Still, the thought of some bio-genetics facility…reeking of BS. And the name rubs me the wrong way, because it sounds so stupid, among other things. I mean, "G" Corporation? The "G" must stand for "God"—after all, you fuck with genetics, and you're playing God, right? Not that I place my faith in such a deity, mind you…just riding a clichéd phrase.
Huh. It's almost time to get going. All I have to do is find a way inside, figure out where my files are, and then get out. Whether I get noticed or not is really no concern to me. Hopefully, I'll be out of this god-forsaken country by the time they realize I committed a 'breaking and entering".
Oh, and don't ask me how the hell I will sneak in there. I am well aware that I have no experience in sneaking into facilities whatsoever. Let's just hope I was a secret agent in a past life or something.
And no, I am not talking about my last life. For some reason, Fate thought it would be funny to have me brought back as the same person, picking up the wreck of my life back to where it left off. Bitch.
I just can't help but think that something big is going to happen tonight. Something so big, so significant, that I will have an entirely new agenda to deal with. And knowing my luck (or the lack thereof), I WILL end up walking out of there with an entirely new agenda to deal with. That, or it will just be another agenda to take care of.
Shit, that's a little too much for me to think about right now—which will sooner or later hinder my concentration. I just need to concentrate about the one thing that should happen, if all goes according to my plan. And if something else happens, well, I will just do what I can to take control of it—I've played to Fate for too long—among other things, so to speak. But this time, I'll be the one holding all the cards, and they will all be playing by my rules.
The time has come. The rain has been reduced to a mere drizzle…feels like an icy misting of some sort. Although I fear almost nothing (and if you dare have the audacity to ask what it is I do fear, so help me I will beat you senseless), I cannot help but take notice of the shiver that has crept up my spine…
…I suddenly do not have a good feeling about all of this.