The loneliest people are the kindest, The saddest people smile the brightest, The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do. - Jellal Frenadeds

CH.1

Just The Beginning

The past...What is it about the past that so many want to remember it, cling to it as if it was a desperate form of treasure? Afraid to let it slip through their fingers like sand.

I'm glad I don't remember, because what I do remember...I wish I could forget.

Broken, that's how I always feel, I see without seeing as if I'm looking through not my own eyes. My name is Rin, this is my story.

The gates seemed to loom as if calling knowing that I was there. The clouded skies made the building behind the iron bars seemed to whisper to me telling me to turn back. Running a hand down my face I took a deep breath before pushing the button directed to me on a small piece of paper that I had. A males voice came on I only had to give my name along with the word agent.

I never pictured myself in the field to be honest. I always had the love for the paranormal. Thanks to my mother. She always had some form of spell book she either bought or had made hanging around. I couldn't remember much of my mother. Memories blocked psychiatrists say it's due to CPTSD and trauma. Most could remember their child hood from when they were younger. Me, I couldn't remember much even from when she was alive.

I hated myself for it. But I also hated her as well. The only good thing that came out of it was my job I guess. I was noticed by a few agents before when I was taking some classes in mythology, science, as well as the clubs I was in revolving the paranormal. Given a card, being asked to call if I wanted to do something interesting with my life. Of course I did. I'm fresh out of the academy.

My thoughts were broken when the gate squealed open with a creek. Taking a deep breath I walked through the gravel crunching under my heels. The cool October wind caught me by the back of my neck sending a chill down my spine like a warning. It probably was. I didn't know what I was getting into or what I was even doing. It was just something to do, get paid, be part of society as a working individual. I snorted at that word. Society. Strangers who couldn't give a damn about you. Say they do but they don't. Society was twisted cursing at the gays, the ones who were different, they didn't care cause you weren't like them. "Normal".

I couldn't really care. As I entered through the large doors that led into a spacious opened area. Couldn't say I was surprised nothing surprised me anymore. I did like the interior. How clean it was. You could drop your whole meal on the floor, lick it up, still eat it and not get sick. I then saw the giant symbol. B.P.R.D. Judging by the look of if I was supposed to stand there.

I didn't bother to give my name. I learned a while ago you don't speak unless spoken to.

"You're late." I nodded at the man who stood above me on some form of plat form. There was no reason to say sorry. Wouldn't change anything anyway. He too seemed to understand this as he spoke again about watching my body parts before the floor shook some heading downwards.

I raised a brow at the large area below as I was going down. I shook my head. Who needed this much room? I saw more agents how many people worked in here. How were they all needed? Why was I needed if they had this many people? I shook my head as I held onto my backpack. I never owned much but this was better than nothing. Sides if I died in the field I wouldn't be remembered, unrememberable, unimportant. Alone. I was left with my thoughts for only a few short seconds before the platform came to a stop a agent ready to escort me to where I needed to go. Like a robot I followed. A good soldier.

Nothing else I was anyway.

Two more giant doors stood in the way. I rolled my eyes. This was now just getting ridiculous. The agent left me to it as if I was supposed to know what I was doing. I at least acted like I did as I headed into a library with a giant...swimming pool? I frowned then saw books out on stands facing the pool. Curious I looked at the covers of each one.

"Turn the pages please." I blinked that came from behind me. I didn't bother to turn as I did as it asked. "Thank you." I could only nod as I turned to face the owner of the voice. Again I wasn't shocked I had seen weirder. I stood there waiting for instructions.

"If I had wanted a robot, I would have had one built." I turned to an older man pure white snow hair and beard. Dressed as if he came from the 1920's. Then again maybe he did.

"Agent Lorin, I-" The slam on the glass made me look at the fish like human.

"Agent Lorin, age 28, you...remember very little?"

I couldn't help but glare. My life was my business. He seemed to sense that I wasn't happy just by simply pulling away with a soft, "I apologize."

"Abraham Sapien." I made a face at the stench of rotten eggs as a container was pulled opened. "We found him in the basement of Washington. Rotten eggs he loves them."

What was this thing some pet? I kept my thoughts to myself. Not wanting to offend him just in case he proved to be very dangerous. The only thing I did was stand listening to Broom as I glanced around the room in curiosity.

"Coming?"

Quickly I followed him as he talked about history then he came to Hitler. "Sorry for my asking but I thought he died in..." Broom smiled knowing what I was saying. I blinked. "How did he die?" He said nothing about it just smiled before leaving me with another agent in front of a giant metal door.

"Sir you coming?" He only shook his head as he walked away after giving me two baby ruths.

"They're not talking."

"The one in this room?"

He nodded. "You saw the fish guy right?"

I nodded. He pulled out a odd key pushing it into a strange lock. "Let's introduce you to the rest of the family."