[Forsaken] Through the ages

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I'm six when my mother wakes me in the middle of the night. Even small and groggy, I know something serious is happen when she says in an urgent voice "Izzy, time to go." The baby begins to stir aas I reply "But Daddy needs us." That's the last time I see her.

I'm nine when Dad starts smacking the boys around. A few years later I figure out to toughen them up, to bring the wolf out. it's because they're special. But at nine, I think it's because I am. I feel guilty, but I'm too afraid to stop him.

I'm thirteen when Dad pulls me out of a school dance to help get rid of a body. Later I burn the dress I wore. I don't go to any more dances.

I'm seventeen when I agree not to go to uni - despite my grades. This is when I finally accept that my life belongs to the People and give up my own dreams.

I'm twenty-three when I set myself up as a 'private investigator' as a cover for the odd jobs I do for the People. I begin to get settled in my role. Sometimes I like it. Sometimes I don't.

I''m twenty-eight when my dad dies and leaves me nothing but a new older brother. I don't know how I feel.

[Lost] A deal with the Devil

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"Why do you wear that mask?" they always asked of him. "Because it helps me breathe" he would always reply.

Usually that kept them quiet. Most would understand and in his mind he understood why but that didn't change the way he felt about them. It was his defense, his barrier against the things that others had become. With it he could keep some mystery about his being. With it he was able to even intimidate some of them.

It had a problem, one particular flaw. He could wait for hours on end concealed within the brush waiting for the next quarry but trapped in a room full of psychopaths for a few hours, his anger would always get the better of him.

Twice he had considered where exactly he could of placed a bullet in one of them, twice he had been appalled moments later after realizing where his thoughts had led him.

He hated them so much, he wanted them dead but above all he wanted to survive. An he couldn't possibly do it alone.

He felt like he had made a wager with the Devil himself and his own Soul was collateral.