A/N: This is the revamped version of Chapter 1 also known as answers. Hopefully you like this revised version better.

Chapter 1

The whole reason I started this journey was what seemed like a simple or an unneeded idea on the surface, but when you got down to it. It was actually a necessity, that every human mind needs, and strives for to understand any situation in which they have been placed. Whether it is good or bad. The human mind no matter what always wants to understand. It always wants answers.

Why I needed answers is not easy for me to talk about. I did not need answers to something, that was good in nature, but quite the opposite. It was a horrible reason for any person to seek out answers. I would not wish it upon even the worst of my enemies. You see the event to which I was seeking answers to was the untimely death of my parents. I know that my parents' deaths were untimely because of one simple fact. Had it not been for this piece of evidence I would have chalked it up to a simple everyday freak accident. This piece of evidence was a gun with two bullets missing from the mag. The gun was found on the scene next to the body of the assailant. The man was shot to death by a policeman. When asked why he shot, the policeman said the assailant threatened him with the gun. No one questioned him.

Although they were shot out on the street. They did not die there. Well at least not my father. My mother had no choice in were she got to die. Thanks to a bullet straight through her temple. On the other hand my father got shot in a spot, which ensured that he would have to suffer a slow painful death. He got rushed to a hospital, and they tried no matter how futile there attempts were to save him. Through all of this he had to think of his late wife being brutally murdered on the street. My father ended up passing only a few hours after the love of his life. A week before my second birthday on the calendar was marked with their deaths.

A few days later there was a funeral held in their honor. It took place in their small home city of Retroville, Texas. Many attended and many more mourned in private. For the world had not just lost a couple. They had lost the greatest genius to ever live, and his wife. To their family they were known more commonly as James Neutron and Cynthia Vortex.

In the aftermath of this somber event there was still a 2 year old kid to deal with. For some reason unknown to me I was sent to an orphanage. No one was there for me but me, myself, and I. That is how it would be for a long time. I soon grew tired of the useless adoption meetings and monotonous routine of living in an orphanage. At around the age of ten I had finally had enough, and decided to take my chances on the street. One night I snuck out and never looked back.

Now almost eight years in the future I find myself a broken shell of a person. Hardened by the rough life of the streets. I thought back to my first days of living on the streets. I would always be scared shitless, and afraid to sleep. So I would look to the stars, and think of all the possibilities I still had, and all the things I had lost. But one could never dwell on the bad, and not see the good in contrast. Although the events of my past have set something I can't comprehend in motion. The events that followed me sticking my thumb in the air would lead me to the most valuable thing known to man. Answers.