Down in Dallas county there is a place called Balch Springs. Most things you might hear about Baclh springs are wouldn’t raise a brow on a sober man’s face. The crime rate is a little higher than average, the people working class. Some men and women down in Balch Springs are honest folk, others are as dishonest as sin.
There’s nothing of interest to say about my origins. Never was no pedigree. My mother was an easy woman with a taste for powders, and I don’t mean makeup. My old man was a drunkard that walked out on my ma the moment he knew she was pregnant. I was raised in a run down little street, with run down people that worked their fingers down to stubs and still died in debt.
My mother said that not having everything would build character…show more content… It’s not easy to strike fear in the hearts of others when you wear thick glasses and talk with a stutter. First I was just laughed off and burdened with the weight of morals beaten into me by my mother I was afraid to do something that an adult might see as…show more content… Singled them out and beat each of them. As I grew bigger I changed tactics, I had been all about vengeance as a child, but as a teen my fists were business negotiators that got me what I wanted. I was forever in and out of foster homes. I didn’t think twice about hitting an adult if I felt they needed it. On my thirteenth home I met Wolfgang.
Wolfgang was an angry son-of-a-bitch. He turned his anger into this sense of self-righteous bullshit where he felt his actions protected the vulnerable. Even with his attitude I didn’t mind Wolfgang. He was the first boy that stood up to me in a long time. He would fight me, but after we were still friends. When I lived with Wolfgang it was the longest I had ever stayed in a home. He was my brother in all but blood.
At nineteen it seemed the bond between Wolfgang and I had begun to fray. Wolfgang and his want for justice and righteousness joined the army. I grew angry, the one person I thought I understood, the man I thought understood me was a stranger. I let him go. He warned me against my actions. My need to destroy and take. I ignored his warning and sought people that were like me. I stole cheated and lied my way around the USA until the authorities were hot for my blood. A I added murder to my rap sheet when I shot two female bank clerks and tortured the manager. After that I wasn't shy about dispatching anyone that got in my way. Had I known that my carelessness would end in
