Eighteen years ago a child was born . This child was born into a house of killers.

Jody : ahhhhhhhhhhh

Criss : it'll will be okay

Blood rushes from the bullet hole in Jody's chest .

Jody : * in pain * criss

Criss : my love I'm here

Jody : I'm not going to make it . Take are kid run . Raise him to be like you . Please .

Criss : I won't leave you

Chief of police : okay men bust down the door . * they slam adjust the door *

Jody : please . Their is no time left . Take him and run . Live under a stage name . Live * bloody tears ran down her face as she spoke her final words * go .* she dies *

Chef of police : go go go . * the door four stories down breaks *

Criss picks his and Jody's baby off the floor , grabs a gun and escapes out the back exit.

He raised this child as she asked . He taught him how to pick locks . He taught him how to be an expert criminal. The boy excelled in all subjects .

Boy : hey daddy look what I can do .

He was fiddling a knife between his fingers as it came as an instinct .

Criss : well done . Well done

The moon shines brightly in the cloudy sky , it shined threw the window hitting the back oh the boy.

Boy : daddy am I a good kid ?

Criss : your my kid ..

Boy : do you love me daddy ?

Criss : I do . Your my son

Threw the course of one year this child's incense would fade and be filled with darkness .

Boy : father can I as you to come here

Criss : * he walks into the room and the door slams behind him * yes you called

Boy * he had a crooked smile on his face * do you love me ?

Criss : I always will why do you ask

The boy started laughing . Laughing as if he was laughing at a funny joke . But this was still different. It Mas nonstop and had the tone of a mad man .
He lunged at his father stabbing him in the shoulder and pinning him to the floor .

Boy : isn't this what you wanted .

Criss saw some books he had hidden away open on the floor . The boy continuously stabbed his father over and over . Blood flew staining everything. Criss did not scream or cry as his life was slipping away . He only smiled as he saw the last image he would ever see . That image was his wife and that new born baby .

Criss dies by his sons hand at the age of ten .

Boy : hahaha you made this they said so. Your right I should call this new me something. Hahahaha . Yes that's it . I'll call myself blade , after this object I used to secede my after .

To be continued....