I don't remember what happened after.
I don't remember how I woke up on a road.
I don't even remember leaving my house anymore.
But I remember hearing it on the motorcycle's radio when I woke.
"…We just received an update on our latest story, concerning not 3, but 5 men found dead in after a robbery in local auto shop! Here's the story so far.
"An employee from Burt's Auto Body Shop had clocked in early this morning not only found multitudes of missing parts and a vehicle gone, but also three men severely mutilated and burned.
We just recently received news that two more unidentified people were found, but they completely incinerated inside the shop. Police say that it seemed to have happened around the same time as the other three young men were killed. Surprisingly, this isn't the first time this town has seen incinerations like this. And while there are still no prime suspects, there are reasons to believe that the victims are linked."
…
This just in: it has been revealed that the victims were in fact wanted members of a local gang, name to be remained anonymous. More info on the clock."
I know it was me. Everything, the burning, the mutilation, all of it. After all, I woke up draped across the stolen merchandise, which was now completely fixed. It took a while to get used to the fact that this was my first.
My first turning, my first ride, and, technically, my first kills.
But I remember distinctly that I couldn't care less about it.
Because somehow, I knew that my father had died in the hospital overnight.
Welcome back, everyone!
I realize it has been years ages since I last updated, but my inspiration decided to kick in two years a bit too late XD
A hell of a lot of thugs have happened since I last updated, so lets just say I had a.. vacation :D
Anyway, I decided to leave you this tiny chapter as proof that I haven't forgotten you guys nor the story and the story still has a lot to cover.
Millions of apologies, guys, but I hope theses next few chapters will makeup for it ;)
Until next time,
Chronic
