When I was young, I had a family: a mom, a dad, and a little brother. He could do no wrong. I guess that's why I did what I did. You see, one day I got angry at my family, and I killed them. Oh, I was cleared of all charges, but I still feel responsible.
Back to what happened, I got angry over something trivial, something I don't even remember anymore. I wanted revenge, so I took my brother blankie, and I lit it on fire. I thought I could control it, but it got out of hand.
The firemen got to me in time, but they couldn't get to my family, not in time to save them anyway. Technically, all of us died in that fire, but I came back. According to the official report, I was dead for around 5 minutes before I miraculously started to breath again.
After the fire, I was different, I could look at a situation and sense the chaos that I could cause, just by doing something mundane. I was different in other ways as well, but I wouldn't know about that until later.
I was sent to orphanage after orphanage, foster home after foster home. I was a 'problem child,' all because I had a tendency to run away. I felt that I didn't deserve anything like a home, and I didn't want the looks that I inevitably got from the families. Eventually, I ran and no one came looking for me. I lived on the streets for about five years, giver or take. It was hard to keep track. On the streets, I learned that if I look at the lock, and want the lock to unlock hard enough, it would spring open. I don't know how many nights this came in handy too find a place to stay, or a meal when I was starving.
One day, I guess I stole from the wrong guys. It was just a couple bucks, nothing to get upset over, but they caught me (it's hard to run fast when you are starving) and took me into a back room. I thought it was over, no more me when the one on the left pulled a Saturday Night Special and the one on the left pulled a POS cheap South American Beretta knock off. Don't ask how I knew what they were, I just did.
Just when I thought the guy was going to shoot me, over a five no less, his phone rings. He answers with a "What the hell?" As soon as he answers, the phone shocks him with so much juice, he is down and will probably stay down for a while. The other guy edges away from where the phone has fallen. It's his luck he winds up near the wall, with a conveniently placed electrical outlet, which promptly arcs and hits him. Now both guys are down for the count, and I'm staring at the two in disbelief.
Suddenly I realized I heard who ever it is on the other end of the phone calling out my name. I looked at the phone warily, but the voice said, "Mei, it's ok, pick up the phone hon. I'm not going to hurt you. You need to pick up the phone, the two guns and go to the corner of South and Main. Once you get there you will meet a fellow who will identify himself as the Guru," he said in a nasally New Jersey accent. I picked up the phone. "Why should I?"
"Because I just called the cops and told them you tasered those two guys."
"But…"
"It's your choice, do what I say and live a new life or go to jail for assault."
"Ok, where do I need to go again?"
It never occurred to me to ask why he was doing this for me.
I went to the specified corner, and I did meet a man who referred to himself as The Guru. For some odd reason, he kept babbling about a three-week program, or something like that. We went back to his apartment and he handed me some soap, a towel and some new clothes. I must have looked puzzled, because he explained with two words: "You smell."
"Oh, I never noticed."
He fed me, and gave me a few new sets of clothes, which, disturbingly enough fit me near perfectly. I was sent on errands, you know, deliver this box, make sure this guy gets this item, that sort of thing. I never asked what I was doing, and I was never told. I liked it that way.
I guess I was learning something, because every night, Guru told me about creation. I'm not talking about Biblical creation, even though it is similar. Same basic story, just change the names of the gods a little. The important gods I learned about were Shiva and Kahli. Kahli is the really important one, she deals with karma, and I guess you could say she is the patron goddess of the Euthanatos. She is the one who decides whether we succeed or fail.
The other important thing I learned was what the Euthanatos do: they kill. Not really killing just to kill, or for pleasure, (I would learn about that too, one who kills for pleasure, or enjoys it is said to be touched with Jhor, which I bad), we kill to keep balance, and to keep The Wheel moving. The Wheel is complicated, and I don't really understand it fully, but what I do understand is that bad Karma stops The Wheel, and that is a bad thing, so we assume the karma to keep The Wheel spinning.
I should have paid attention, curse him for not telling me about the killing.