Sin's Fever

Scenario: Seth

Prologue

"Origins"

This week has gone by so fast. I feel like a fucking burnout. When I think back on how nuts this is, it makes me want to puke in the toilet next to me. It sounds like a really good idea right. I probably should get it out of my system and hope that it weakens my worry a little bit. So here I am throwing up in a toilet thinking back to how crazy my life has been.

Nearly my entire existence revolves around one thing: to kill that bastard, Sirus Bosley. Every day I think back to that night, tightening my fist, and gritting my teeth. Then again, it was only half his doing. The other half…was me.

I had parents that any child would cherish and love. However, they owed debts to a mob and they were a few months behind. I was six years old with a few days away from my seventh birthday. The night that led up to my birthday I was sleeping very soundly when my parents came jolting into my bedroom, ripping me out of the bed, and stuffing me into the closet. They soon came into the closet with me and I was so scared that I panicked uncontrollably. "Mommy! Mommy! What are you doing! What's happening! Mommy! Please tell me!" I swear I could not shut up. No matter what my parents did, they could not quiet my ass down. After making a lot of obnoxious noise, two guys busted the door open and ripped the closet door off its hinges. Without saying anything one of the men took a shotgun and shoved the barrel into my father's mouth and pulled the trigger. Blood and brains were splattered all over the pale white walls. My heart completely stopped and I couldn't scream or even make a noise.

Then came in that bastard, Sirus Bosley, who grabbed my mother by the hair and threw her onto my bed. He sent the other two goons outside while my mother was lying on the bed crying, "Please Sirus! What are you going to do!" I've never heard a cry out of terror in a person's voice like that before in my life. Sirus ripped off my mother's pale blue nightgown, leaving her completely nude. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

"Please don't let my boy watch this!" cried my mother.

"He's a growing boy," said Sirus spreading my mother's legs, "he needs this kind of education."

Sirus Bosley raped my mother that night and cut out her ribs with a big bowie knife right before my eyes. I spent my birthday at a funeral with a blank look on my face glaring at the corpses of my pale-skinned parents lying in wooden caskets. I didn't even realize that everyone else around me was crying.

My mind was blank until I became a teenager. This relieved my aunt, whom I was living with now in Moonpearl City, and many of my other relatives because they thought I had finally learned to accept it. While I learned to live like a normal person, I still couldn't remove the thought of a sick fuck murdering the parents of a kid who watched it all. However, I also have the thought that if I hadn't thrown such a fit in the closet then maybe they would still be alive. Yes. I can't hide that. It was partly my fault and there was no way I could express my sorrow except to kill Sirus Bosley.

Shortly after turning fifteen I got involved in the wrong crowd, yet it was the perfect crowd. My best friend, Dale Quate, and I both took in the interest of thievery. Darius Flaw, the man who taught us the art of cracking safes and the use of firearms kind of reminded me of a father figure but I didn't let him know that. He said he'd do everything he can to help me kill Sirus Bosley and that just made me think of him as a father figure even more.

After a year of cracking small-time safes, I've moved up to cars. By this time, school was nothing but an obnoxious obstacle in my life. Who the hell needs those damn books to know what is needed for the road ahead when hanging out in the streets gives you all the smarts you need? Education is just an excuse for the government to piss in your face and shove your ass around with authority. After running that through my head a few times, I came to my conclusion: I dropped out of school.

While I was working on Darius's car, Dale approached me with a newspaper.

"It's your lucky day, bro," said Dale, handing me the newspaper. After looking at the headline and photo on the front cover, I thought I was going to cream myself. The headline stated, "MASS MURDERER FOUND DEAD." The caption below the photo of a mangled corpse stated, "Sirus Bosley was found twisted in half in a ditch two miles from Moonpearl City on exit 103." I thought this was too good to be true. Something came to mind though. Why was he so close to Moonpearl City? He wasn't coming after me was he? The thought of it sort of ran a chill down my spine but then again he's dead, so why would it matter now? Then, I realized something. I didn't kill him. How will I ever repay my parents who are now in Heaven because of the idiocy of a six-year-old dumbass? I guess…I guess I can't…not now…not ever.

Then comes the next major event. The one that started over a week ago.

Last Sunday, Dale and I went to a party celebrating the theft of a brand new 2001 SS Camaro. I've never attempted a grand theft auto before, but I had pulled it off. We invited friends, blasted music, drank, ordered strippers, the works. Most people would find it foolish to throw a party over such a little thing, but who cares? It was good break from all the bullshit I went through in my previous years. However, the "good break" didn't last too long.

After the party was over, I was drunk, really drunk. I got in my new car and drove off without knowing the consequences of my idiocy. I couldn't drive worth a shit that night. I probably made two miles away from the party before a cop pulled me over. Officer Ron Tracker stepped out of his car and approached mine. He had a bushy mustache and big sunglasses. He's pretty much your standard Chuck Norris-wannabe cop.

He smiled and said, "Well now, some folks down at Moonpearl City Jail are gonna be might happy to see you."

I was booked on DUI and the theft of that car.

I spent three days in jail. I don't know why everyone makes a big deal out of getting locked up. The only downside to it is the annoyance of being constantly bored. As long as you know how to fight, you should be okay. Although, it got me thinking. Have I chose the right path in life? I spent my life turning into a criminal so that I could kill a criminal. What are my parents thinking right now? Did I only make things worse? There were so many questions going through my head. During the third day locked up I thought of it too much and went crazy. One of the security guards noticed, and threw me into solitary confinement. Three hours went by and those questions went rolling through my head over and over. Then someone opened the door and told me I was being transferred. Oh perfect, I thought. Have I been passed down as a nut? Or am I just considered a threat to these other inmate jackasses? Whatever it was, I was ready.

Next thing I know, I'm in the passenger side of a blue Honda Civic and the police officer rips his face off. I didn't really know how to respond to that so I just raised my eyebrow when I noticed that it was only a face mask. The officer revealed himself to be none other than my good friend, Dale. I didn't even know how good of a friend he was until this happened.

"Dale!" I yelled, still messing with the nerves in my forehead to insure I wasn't going crazy.

"Surprised?" Dale asked me while turning the ignition on to start the car. Words couldn't even describe how grateful I was so I just smiled and turned my head toward the windshield.

The only bad thing is now I'm a fugitive and I really don't have anywhere to run or hide. That night we stayed at Darius's joint and watched the news. Just as I expected, my face is posted on the channel-five news. Nobody could think of anything. After a few hours on the same channel, we discovered something that could possibly give us a decent break from this.

It seemed that tonight was the opening night for Moonpearl City Museum which used to be the mansion of the Benton family. Nobody really knew what happened to the latest heir of the mansion, Richard Benton. He just suddenly disappeared one day.

There is also a priceless artifact that a research team found and is being put on as the main display tonight.

"You think we can pull it off?" Dale asked before rolling his eyes my way.

"It looks like there's a bunch of Arabs wearing turbans," I said trying to sound certain. "Maybe if we try to blend in with that crowd there's a chance we can pull it off."

This was the only way out, the only way out of this predicament.

So here I am now in the bathroom of this museum looking at myself in the mirror. I have water dripping off my face from the unnecessary amount of times I splashed some on it. I haven't shaved since my arrest. Dale walks in the door with the crappy towels that we're passing off as turbans.

"Are you alright, man?" Dale asked approaching me with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah" I replied, "this week has just been one hell of a rush you know?"

Dale handed me the "turban" and we both wrapped it around our heads the best that we can. We shared a laugh at each other as we both looked extremely ridiculous and that the doubt that this could be pulled off grew even stronger just by the way we looked…but we had to try.