Chapter 1
Mother
He got his eyes from her, the mismatched gold and emerald that could be so emotional and expressive. He knew his mother was the same and she told him every day that the eyes were the windows to the soul. His mother told him he looked like the man he never knew. He had his father's rust red hair and features and each time the beautiful woman he called mother said it she looked so happy. His father had passed away when he was to young to remember. It was okay though because he had his mother and she was more than enough.
He wasn't like most kids his age and that was okay because his mother wasn't like most women either. She was magic in all that she did, no one could do what his mamma could. All of Spain would come to see his mother for something and ask for help. She turned no one away and the name Jeevas became synonymouswith the word Witch. Mail knew his mother was no witch, she was just mommy to him. He was smart enough to know that much. His mother made sure he was intelligent. He knew how to speak English and Spanish as well as French. He could do algebra and knew the human anatomy as well as read and write in three different languages. It never once accurd to him why his mother wanted him to know these things, but he knew them. He also knew computers. That was his specialty and even though he never told her he would bet a million dollars that she knew he could hack an ATM.
It was almost his sixth birthday when his life took a turn for the worse. The day started like any other, his mother was in the kitchen making breakfast when he wandered in rubbing his eyes. "Mommy?" he called from the door. She turned around and smiled at him as she went to pick up her son. She spun around holding him close making the small boy giggle as she placed him on the counter.
"Did my special boy sleep well?" she asked tapping his nose. Mail wiggled happily as he nodded. The smell of pancakes and eggs making his stomach growl with hunger. She continued to cook singing as she did and he joined in singing in english the spanish she spoke. Her voice was like honey in the air with every word and he loved hearing her sing.
After breakfast they played games and his mother worked with him on studying. Soon it was time for lunch and then she would go outside and they would play there. As the sun was starting to set a car drove past slowing as it neared their home. Mail paid it little mind as he chased his mother across the yard getting close to tagging her. As the black car stopped in front of their home a shot rang out and his ears were soon filled with screaming.
People say that time moves in slow motion with you watch something horrible happen. They're wrong... time doesn't slow or speed up. Mail didn't see the bullet hit his arm nor did he have time to move as other shot was fired. She did though. She saw the gun and the bullet headed right for her son. She moved like lighting to cover him and push him to the ground as the next shots hit her body. She only screamed one word as she pushed Mail out of the way. "RUN!!" He was scared and his shoulder hurt but he found the ability to run and did so. He didn't look back as he hurried to the back yard and over a fence. He just kept running even as he cried. His mommy was hurt he needed to get help. He wasn't fast enough and soon the black car caught up and a door opened. A man snatched him inside and the car sped off with Mail screaming inside.
He was gagged and tied up before being pushed to the floorboard of the back seat. A gun was placed in his line of sight as one of the men hissed at him. "Shut up or else I'll blow your brains out og the pretty little head."
That was the day Mail Jeevas' old life ended and years of horror would soon begin. He thought in that moment of the mother he would never see and of the life he would never know. He cried that day not for himself but for the mother who had died trying to save her son... a son that had failed to save himself. He was nothing more than a useless boy.