My story

You can't trust anyone. You still can’t. And maybe never. You wouldn't be able to tell what intention anyone had. Or whose side they were on. You still can’t. He is my evil twin, and hates me for my existence (But the ironic part is that his name [Noiro] is my name spelled backwards). He’s a master of manipulation. He isn’t intimidating looking, though. If you saw him, you’d see a guy in a black jacket, with something on his back, with the name Noiro.

Not anything worth running from.

But what you don't know about Noiro is he has a knife hidden in his boot, a full blown sword (a small-sized one, about the length of your arm), and a pistol of some sorts strapped to his back pocket and two clips for it in each of his front pockets (I’ve always thought that the reason he carried around so many weapons is he was scared of being caught alone. But that's just my thought).

You can imagine how hard it would be for a normal person to walk around like that. But Noiro isn’t normal.

He wears glasses, but covers it up by wearing sunglasses over them. So he looks “cooler” and less like me (because he hated me). But I’m not here to talk about his arsenal or his eyewear though. but his one goal in life:

To kill me and take over the world.

Sounds pretty ambitious right? But he does have a knack for getting people to obey him, and even right now I am hiding from him. He's very dangerous. As a matter of fact he is in such a rage right now because I’m still alive he’s gonna bomb the city in less than 3 days. How do I know that? Well, I have my ways. So I’ll have to hurry up and tell you the story of how it all began:

Chapter 1

It all started in the city of New York (classic starting place, am I right?). I was just doing my daily thing: wake up, shower, eat, school, study, freetime, dinna, prepare for bed, sleep, repeat from step one.

That was my life until I decided to spice things up.

I was going to go to the movies with my friends on a friday. It was very convenient because we didn’t have school the next day, and it just made sense to go the movies with my friends. I suppose I didn’t tell you their names. There was Jack and Henry. Henry, I don't really know where he is now. And as for Jack, Well, I don't know what exactly happened to him. You’ll see. Anyway, we were all walking down a street ( I forget the name). We had all donned some sort of jacket, it being almost winter. Jack was wearing a black jacket and boots and Henry and I both wore brown coats.

Now as for how they looked, Jack had very black hair (most black I’d ever seen), and always carried a knife in his boot (he had sworn us to secrecy, for fear his parents would scold him for it) and always claimed that he would have to be prepared incase someone tied him up, he would be able to get out. We both thought it was completely unnecessary, until… well, you'll see.

We were just 3 blocks away from the theater we were going to watch the movie at. But then my phone buzzed. I still have nightmares about that buzzing. And I hate phones to this day because of what happened afterward.

I took out my phone and opened it. I flipped through the notifications and saw I had I Email. Not sent by someone else. “Someone's Idea of a joke.” I thought. I opened up the Email out of curiosity. There was a picture of someone. I looked closer. And I was staring into a picture of myself. “Cool,” I thought sarcastically, “I somehow have a picture of myself.”

“What's that?” asked Jack.

“I dunno,” I replied, “it's some sort of picture of me.”

“Let me see.”

I handed Jack the phone (He’s a natural born detective), And he started studying it fiercely. He also looked in my sent history, my trash, my spam and my call history. Nothing gave a clue to the picture.

“Probably someone got your phone and sent you a pic of yourself to yourself.” Jack resolved

“I didn’t understand the last part.” Said Henery. Henry has a knack for saying those kinds of things, while Jack is always more serious.

“Well, I’ll ask around.” I said, not wanting it to be a bigger problem. I had thought at the time that I should just forget about it. “Maybe there's just a Glitch in the system.” I thought to myself, trying to forget about it, mostly out of fear.

***

5 Minutes of walking later

***

“What do you mean your full!” Exclaimed Jack, “We booked places beforehand!”

“A man left a note and your receipt,” Stated the women at the ticket desk “he said that you told him to cancel your places. So, I did and gave him the refund money.”

“But we have out receipts right here!” Jack said as he rummaged desperately through his coat. I heard Henry chuckling at his desperate search.

“Orion, do you have them?” Jack asked after turning all his pockets out.

“No” I replied. “Henery, do you have them?”

“No.” Henry answered, seeming to figure out what had happened.

“Well, I can't just kick someone out,” said the Woman, “and I definitely can't help you get your money back without a receipt.”

“But we had them when we left!” Jack said, along with a fit of protests, but the Woman wouldn't waver.

“Go along now,” She said “you have better things to do right now than argue I would think.”

Instead of protesting, Jack turned away from the theater ticket desk. Henry and I followed him as he sulked down the lonely street (I think it was called Raven st.). By the time we had gone a good 3 blocks, he stopped and turned and faced us. He drew a breath, and was about to say something, but my phone started ringing. Who could be calling at his house. It was from Anonymous. I answered it.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“The man with your money of course.”

“What?! What kind of nerve do you have calling us after you steal our receipts and our money?!” Jack and Henry look at me in surprise at my outburst.

“Well, you see,” said the man at the other end, “I simply found them. I didn’t take them.”

“You liar!” I yelled. I was getting furious with this man, “I’m gonna call the cops if you don't turn yourself in!”

“There's no need for that” The voice was coming from behind me and from the phone. I turned around, and what I saw made catch my breath.

“You see,” the Man, or rather boy said, “I needed that money to get something done. Something that will help me. And us if your willing”

“Why did you need our money then!?” Yelled Jack.

“Well,” Said the Boy, with a devious grin, “You certainly are looking for trouble.”

He looked at all of us and said, “I haven't introduced myself correctly yet, have I?” He look at us again, “I am Norio, and you in the middle,” He pointed at me, “are going to die.”

Tune in next time for the next chapter...

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