Prolouge

I crave for fresh red. Blood? No. Fresh red I said. 

This is the only reason I killed my mother. And at that time I figured out that blood is more satisfying than red paint from my mother's lab. 

I was only 5 when I started to like watching psychopath movies. Their way in every move while hurting and killing people activated my desire to try it too.

It was a cold night of December in it's thirty first, when mom came home a little drunk just like she is used to. It was unusual for today that she came hugging me from my back. 

I always depart from her whenever she attemps to touch me. It's like a warning that she may hurt me again. 

But it was so unusual that this night she grabbed me earlier than I expected. I sense no danger and gave her a hard tight arms but then I felt her head heavily land on my shoulder. 

I immediately let her slide down the floor and rest. I watch her closely and manage to spot a drop of blood behind her neck. It was just similar to the color of paint she always use for flowers in the canvas. 

I touched and licked it. The taste was so good I felt like drinking.

Suddenly she opened her mouth and murmured without opening her eyes. "You brat!" she said softly. "You should die!" This time it was louder but her eyes were still closed.

It reminded me of the same words she scold me before slashing a blade to my shoulder and laugh evily. She is always in a better mood after she does that while I feel the indescribeable hurt from my back.

My face saddened. I thought she meant the hug for the first time. She really never loved me. Without a second thought, I ran upstairs to grab a blade from her pencil kit.

As soon as I reached my mothers head. The spot of blood attracted me and that I should cut that part even more to reveal the blood. She does'nt seem bothered by a small cut and I was unsatisfied that the blood flowing has slowly stopped.

She seemed quitely comfortable in her sleep so I did'nt mind and cut a little deeper by her neck. It was the best feeling I have ever experienced as the blood squirted into my face. 

The floor is almost covered with blood. Minutes have passed and mom had not yet woken up. But it was good that she does'nt, thinking that she will only serve me cereal in every meal. I did'nt like it. I want to eat something yummy like in the movies. 

I had to take my mother's money from the purse to pay the delivery guy who knocked by the door. 

He seemed stunned by the look of his face but I did'nt mind and grab the box lying by the door the immediately closed the door. 

As soon as I finished a lovely meal, I heard sirens outside. 

The police kicked the door. They could've knock so I could open it for them but strange they did'nt. "Is anyone home!" one of them shouted. 

Mom said that police are nice so I immediately answered. "Im here"

"Okay, kid. Raise your hands in the air open and slowly walk here", he said as I obliged. 

He was holding a gun. The others approached mom and started pumping her chest. I watched this at movies and they only do that if a person stopped breathing. 

I cried while an officer carry me away from there knowing that she stopped breathing. 

That night, I was taken at the police station. They asked me several questions and what I could only do was answer honestly. Mom told me not to lie. 

The looks in the officers faces told me something was wrong. 

"Stay here for a minute kid," officer Kyle as he said his name was, ordered me to stay in the room.

They were talking just outside as I stare from the window. They were arguing and their conversation, it likely going the wrong way so I went out.

"He is only a kid"

"He killed her mother, she should be held accountable"

"You dont understand, there must be something he is not telling us"

"Like what?"

"Child abuse"

"Nonsense! I'll dig deeper into this but he must be kept here for further interrogation"

The other officer was like telling me to be in jail. It gave me the feeling to run away from the police station knowing that I killed my mom.

It was my first time walking in the street. The walls were painted messy. 

Someone from the dark alley approached me. "Hey kiddo," he said. I did'nt respond but he was scary when he grabbed me fiercefully by his hand as we enter the darken alley. 

Then, we meet someone who was supposed to be his friend. They fought a little while Im tied in the chair. 

Beside me was a butcher knife filled with blood then as I focused my eyes at the black large bag. A bloody hand has come out a little by the zipper. I was shut thinking what could happen to me.

"We could sell him." The friend of the man suggested as he looked at me who was properly dressed. He must be thinking I was a royalty in this city and was just got lost in the alley. But I was'nt.

"No! we can kill him immediately, we already got a buyer," the other man said.

Kill me? Sell me? What were they doing to me. I managed to slip my hand from the tie and pretended.

They both approached me as I grab the butcher knife and cut the other's thigh. He fell down. 

The other man managed to slap me and retrieved the knife. He looked at me angrily while his friend shout in agony. 

He then raised the knife in the air and was ready to cut me whole. 

Then a sound of gunshot silenced us. A man in a black suit came forward and rather killed them.

Then he carried me in his shoulder and a car approached us. 

I stared at them but they seem comfortable with a mask on. They were three including the driver. 

As they spoke, I learned that the one who saved me was a young lady judging at her voice. 

"Who is that?", a man in black over all suit asked.

"Nothing just leave him alone", she said. She seems nice.

Then it's all quiet until we stopped by a tunnel in an abandoned scrap area. We entered the tunnel. It was so dark that I held the lady's hand to keep walking.

Then after 3 turns, we entered a door. Then a door. Then inside was a beautiful place where people keep their equipments but remained unidentified. 

We rode an elevator and reached a floor where I waited with the man while the lady entered a room. 

While we sat, I asked the name of the man I am with but he did'nt bother answering. Then, the lady came out and pushed me inside then they left. 

A taller and more builded body man confronted me holding a stick.

"What is your name, young man," he asked me.

I could only tell him what he asked me. 

Then he asked me again. "Do you want to change it?"

I smiled. I was living sick with this name mom gave me so I nodded.

"What should I call you then," he asked again.

"Niko. Call me Niko," I answered.

After that he pinned me a needle that made me unconcious and fell to the ground.