Harrison: Prologue
As a child I was never really acquainted with my own father. My mother, Hannah, always told me what an amazing man he was. Heather was a beautiful woman with long flowing light blonde hair and blue eyes; she was approximately 5 feet tall. Her most important feature was the long scar she had on her right hand that ran all the way along her palm. She always attempted to persuade me that one day he would return, but I never truly believed her because he never wrote to me or anything of the sort. Apparently as a child I would always hug him and he would make me very happy. My favorite treat had and will always be a red popsicle. My mother told me that my father would always give me a red popsicle as a treat in his house all the time. She informed me that I last saw him was when I was 4 years old and that he had to leave for many reasons, without ever telling me what those reasons were. The only thing I actually remember about him was his name... it was Dexter. It's an unfortunate fact really, I don't remember any other features about him. But enough about my mysterious father. My mother told me what she was for a living once I turned 16, the age I am now- a serial killer. I wasn't sure how to react when she told me that, but for some reason a dark feeling within me compelled me to do the same as her. She taught me Henry's Code, one thing that my father focused most of his life on. She did this as a precautionary measure just in case I ever decided to perform something gruesome. I always thought it ironic that she taught me Henry's Code but majorly discouraged me from ever using them in crimes even though she herself is a serial killer. For now I'll just have to tuck in these dark feelings I have and ponder the depths of my mind for answers. At least until I meet my actual father, changing my fate forever...