Aryk Larson |PF| *Last night had been another hell night. I normally didn't mind when spirits came to visit me, I just hated when they woke me out of a dead sleep and then just stood there staring. Sighing, I slide out of bed and start heading towards the bathroom when I hear my phone buzz. Odd, usually they don't email me until at least 9:00. Picking up my phone, I frown as I see I have been transferred. It's not unheard of. Due to my powers, I tend to go from one office to another.*
I am probably one of the oddest people you will ever meet. To prove that though, lets start at the beginning.
My parents were your average, everyday kind of people. Father worked in retail, mother ran a bakery. They had two children. Elise, who was 9; and Marko who was 4. They had the typical two-story brick house, with a two car garage, and an average sized front porch. Their neighbors had known them for years and they were said to be quaint and quiet. Everything seemed perfect. Until I was born. |
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