Expect Nothing. Assume Anything.
Never before had I done anything like this. Forged a letter, kidnapped someone, create someone that didn't exist but at the same time someone to be the key to this whole event. The mirror was slightly cracked across the middle. Mould covered the walls. It was disgusting. Then again, I've been to far worse public park toilets than this. Still, all the surroundings of the place didn't help take my mind of what I've gotten into. It all started two years ago when I was admitted to Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. My doctor was a person named Gregory House. He was my doctor, yes, but I never saw him. Not once. Even though he never saw me, he treated me, but somehow, he became the worst person id ever heard of. How did her become the very person I despised the most without even meeting him? Because he killed my father. Not technically "Killed" him, but House was the reason why he was dead. About nine years before I was in that Hospital my father was in that Hospital. He was also after the medical attention of House. But there was another case House had at that was far more interesting. See, House is only in it for the puzzles. He rejected my fathers case and tossed him to another department. My father died two hours later. I learned all of this while I was in the Hospital.
House did end up treating me. I was fine after that, except for the small little fact regarding my father. It was six months before my twin brother developed a plan to bring House down. So we saved and saved our money for a year. We dug up information about his past and present. We were determined. The only slip up I think we made was when we interviewed his ex. A Woman called Stacy. I think she grew suspicious of our actions. I can't be sure. I wrote a fake letter by a person called "Brian Adams." That was my real name. Using my real name was a stupid mistake. I can only remember one paragraph of that letter I wrote;
As I lowered my Head, looking at the stone ground I thought about the people who put me hear. I was only beginning my life again when the idiot twins showed up. I took a sharp stick out of my pocket and held it firmly in my hand . I carved a " I"into the wall. The wall was my only successful way to count the day I had spent in this Hell Hole.
I had not seen light in over two days. Ever since a fight that broke out they sent me to confinement. Footsteps approached. This was it. This was my time to get out of the place. Prison had taking its toll.
The Large metal door opened slightly. A guard looked through the crack. He saw me sitting against the back wall so he opened the door right up. "Brian Adams." He said trying to sound forceful. "Get Up"
We learned of his brother a while back and we figured that being a bastard that House is he wouldn't talk to his brother. So we decided to pose as House's nephews. We hired some people to pose as cops for us. Everything was going fine at first. House believed that we were all related. We faked a killing. Leaked some information, everyone believed it. The only problem was that we believed Houses little "colleague" Cameron was also growing suspicious. She had to be taken care of . We slowly followed her as she headed to the bathroom at the Hospital, only problem was that Chase was following us. Everything was taken care of there.
Its Crazy, I know. But this is the man that tore our family apart.
He Had It Coming.