Jacksonluver101 wanted me to do this story, so why not?
Shadow's POV:
I still can't believe I'm still alive, after all these centuries. But as the saying goes, expect the unexpected. I can't help but remember how far I had come until now. How it was way more peaceful and less annoying when I wasn't assigned to "protect" Brenna.
flash back
I was thirteen and living in an orphanage. No one wanted to adopt me. Heck, no one even claimed me as their son. That's when it happened.
I was on my usual afternoon stroll through the streets when a hand grabbed me and dragged me into an alley. I looked to see a gang armed with knives and that stuff. I explained carefully, "You don't want to attack me. Other wise, I'll kill you." One guy swiped at me with his machete. I said again, "You really don't want to attack me." I have this condition. A guy tried to stab me with his knife. I said scared, "I'm warning you." The thing is... Finally the leader fired a shot at my foot and that set me off, or rather, my alter ego off. I have this condition in which I take on another personality while having my memory intact. And once he's triggered, you can't stop him.
"I" charged straight on at the machete guy to kick him in the groin and kill him. "I" took the machete and started massacring the gang until they were bloody corpses at my feet. My ego left me as I returned to the real me and saw what I had done. I backed up, and ran away from the alley and away from the orphanage and towards a new one.
I know it will take only a few days for the bodies to be discovered so I threw the machete into a dump and continued on running away from New Orléans, Louisiana. And at the time, I didn't even have a name for me, or my ego. But all I knew was this. Who ever I am, I'm not normal.
So, this story will link up with Jacksonluver101's story, Revenge of a General.