Richard is looking for his cigarette around his room as usual, it has always been his way to cool off and not think of the world but he couldn't find it. He stares at his hand and in his head they were all filled with blood, bloods of John and bloods of other people he had killed.
"She's right, I shouldn't have killed John."
In 1989, Richard was two years old and he had just discovered his power. His mom Mariam, a middle age light lady wearing heavy accessories is talking with a doctor, she is clearly disappointed by Richard's power.
"This young boy is expected to take over the throne and rule the mafia underworld but his only power is teleportation." She talks arrogantly, the doctor tries to reason with her.
"Teleportation is quite a useful power Ma but there's no way I can change his powers." The doctor says, she sighs.
"He'll need alot of training, I need to prepare him." That night, Mariam goes to her room to join her husband, Jacob about same age with Mariam, very tall sits at the edge of the bed.
"What did the doctor say?" Jacob ask curiously, Mariam sits beside him
. "He has teleportation." She places her head on her knee, unlike Mariam Jacob is optimistic about it.
"That's good news, he can help with all the stealth missions." Jacob gets really excited and stands up to check on his son, Mariam grabs his hand.
"We can't make him excited about this, we have to intensify his training. The only reason why people are afraid of you is because of your transformation to monsters, we need to make him work hard."
By 1995, Richard has started getting different training on how to handle and take care of himself. Be moves to a dining room and he is given a timetable.
Mondays for physical training
Tuesdays for Language study
Wednesdays for power training
Thursdays for participation in missions
Fridays for Dinner with other Families.
Jacob insisted that Saturdays and Sundays should not be added and Richard should rest after all the stress, Mariam isn't happy about this but she plays along. On one particular Tuesday, Mariam is with Richard listening to him speak in French, she stares at him firmly.
"Start." She says boldly, Richard stares at her and his feet starts shaking but he manages to speak.
"Je ne dois pas être faible car les faibles perdent toujours et finissent par mourir, je ne dois montrer aucune émotion.........." He stutters, knowing what he has done and Mariam is quite aggressive he quickly apologizes.
"I'm so sorry..........." He quickly begs, she slaps him on the right cheek before he could complete his statement. She grabs his cheek with her hand.
"You'll die as a weak child." Mariam walks away disappointed.
In 2004, it's Richard birthday. He sits on the dining table hoping his parents will show up, he knew they wouldn't cause they never showed up for his birthday but he had some kind of hope in him, his doctor walks in with a chocolate cake and drops it on the dining table. The doctor looks around and sits down on a chair beside Richard.
"I'm sorry." He pats Richard on the shoulder, the doctor had always taken care of Richard immediately he knew his mom didn't like him he made a promise to himself that he'll always look out for him.
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