The Cronicles of David Neirad (continuation of the 13th year)

I woke up in the morning, as confused as ever. Not remembering anything
is weird.....I had to be told who I was. Why was I here, at this orphanedge?
Who dropped me off? Was she my mother?

I couldn't even remember what she looked like. My head is such a blurr.....I
felt like going back to sleep.

I looked around me. It looked like my bed was isolated from everyone else.
It was in the short hallway, just outside of the other childrens sight.
I peeked out, and found to my amazement a very broad area with many children,
ranging from almost all ages. I could tell that this was were the children
slept. I attempted to make friends with many of them.

Then, I remembered something it came in a speedy flash:



I witnessed my family being murdered. He was about my age, with a blade that seemed to cut through solid rock. I couldn't tell what he was wearing, only that he is as dark as the hellpit he came from. The glow of night kept his identity well hiden, as he ended the life of my dearest parents, sisters, and brothers.
He then gave me the blade, the blood of my only family smeared on the handle. When he found that I was terrified, he smiled a grin that scarred my life forever.
Just then, the police came barging in to my house, and saw me with the blade.


I shuddered. What was that about? I shuddered once again, sweat following.

"....What happened to me...before....???"

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The warden was driving in her red 1980's mustang convertable, down the road.

She said to herself, "...we messed up this plan. We messed up good. We need to give him the serum again...this is bad... he might remember..."