Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2017 10:18:25 GMT -6
Gero Chidubem was born in Montego Bay, Jamaica
Under the surname X, which was the last name of his father. His family was deeply involved in government warfare and jobs as it were. They were probably some of the most powerful Jamaican crime families alive at the time. Gero and his younger brother Kenny were living the life of high class folk and attended the only private school for miles, here. They were considered as two of the most athletic kids in their generation and they were always active.
Even at home in the X Family Household,
Gero and Kenny were held in high standards as the future of their family business. Gero would sit at the head and Kenny would pull most of the legwork, but it would all pay off. their father even had them trained in martial arts classes and gun ranges since they were about six years old and eleven.
Their young lives were never theirs to begin with. It was the family's, and they would never allow anyone in their family to choose their own way. It was custom in their family that the child depending upon gender would take the place of the parent when the time came and the parent would be sent on home to Nirvana over a pyre. A custom that has stayed with their family for more than a century.
It was on a strange day that everything took a turn for the worst. Gero and Kenny were out and about playing at the parks in town. They had no clue until the moment they got home that everyone had been murdered in cold blood and left to rot wherever they fell. Gero and Kenny walked through a pile of corpses to their father's office where their father had left a videotape of instructions for them in case something like this were to happen.
Gero and Kenny watched the tape and followed the instructions as best they could. There was hardly any oney left, but they took what they could and moved into a rougher part of Montego Bay with their last Jamaican relative there,
Uncle Dez Mord.
Dez lived in the roughest part of Montego Bay. He was the one who taught their father how to create the organization that he had as the tape had suggested, but Uncle Dez seemed a little too eerie to be that intelligent.
He was deeply involved in his own affairs as Gero and Kenny found out later. He would perform séances', and predict fortunes. It was how he made enough money to feed all three of them and to keep his ragged house.
It wasn't until the day came that Kenny and Gero sat in the circle with him that things began to change for them. Gero says that on that day he saw a monster's face.
He says that it just smiled at him for a very long time. Then it spoke to him. It tempted him with the revenge he sought for his family's deaths. It cooed to his inner sorrow, stringing a melody to calm the distinct and disturbing wave of depression coursing down his serpentine. Gero was amused by this being, this entity. He was a strange young boy himself, Gero. He accepted him as a guardian and a guide for destruction. He became a persoan of Gero, himself. At first unknown to the young boy at all other than within his realm of thoughts where his voice lingered...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Under the surname X, which was the last name of his father. His family was deeply involved in government warfare and jobs as it were. They were probably some of the most powerful Jamaican crime families alive at the time. Gero and his younger brother Kenny were living the life of high class folk and attended the only private school for miles, here. They were considered as two of the most athletic kids in their generation and they were always active.
Even at home in the X Family Household,
Gero and Kenny were held in high standards as the future of their family business. Gero would sit at the head and Kenny would pull most of the legwork, but it would all pay off. their father even had them trained in martial arts classes and gun ranges since they were about six years old and eleven.
Their young lives were never theirs to begin with. It was the family's, and they would never allow anyone in their family to choose their own way. It was custom in their family that the child depending upon gender would take the place of the parent when the time came and the parent would be sent on home to Nirvana over a pyre. A custom that has stayed with their family for more than a century.
It was on a strange day that everything took a turn for the worst. Gero and Kenny were out and about playing at the parks in town. They had no clue until the moment they got home that everyone had been murdered in cold blood and left to rot wherever they fell. Gero and Kenny walked through a pile of corpses to their father's office where their father had left a videotape of instructions for them in case something like this were to happen.
Gero and Kenny watched the tape and followed the instructions as best they could. There was hardly any oney left, but they took what they could and moved into a rougher part of Montego Bay with their last Jamaican relative there,
Uncle Dez Mord.
Dez lived in the roughest part of Montego Bay. He was the one who taught their father how to create the organization that he had as the tape had suggested, but Uncle Dez seemed a little too eerie to be that intelligent.
He was deeply involved in his own affairs as Gero and Kenny found out later. He would perform séances', and predict fortunes. It was how he made enough money to feed all three of them and to keep his ragged house.
It wasn't until the day came that Kenny and Gero sat in the circle with him that things began to change for them. Gero says that on that day he saw a monster's face.
He says that it just smiled at him for a very long time. Then it spoke to him. It tempted him with the revenge he sought for his family's deaths. It cooed to his inner sorrow, stringing a melody to calm the distinct and disturbing wave of depression coursing down his serpentine. Gero was amused by this being, this entity. He was a strange young boy himself, Gero. He accepted him as a guardian and a guide for destruction. He became a persoan of Gero, himself. At first unknown to the young boy at all other than within his realm of thoughts where his voice lingered...
TO BE CONTINUED...