Chapter One: The Beginning

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The scene takes place on December 5th, 1941, inside an ancient castle that had been transformed into an almost impenetrable fortress, and its location remains undisclosed. We see a young man kneeling inside a small, locked stone room, with his head bowed in prayer. The room is dimly lit, and only a sliver of light enters through a tiny window high up on the wall. The young man prays fervently to any deity who may be listening, his heart heavy with grief and sorrow. He hopes beyond hope that his parents are being taken care of in the afterlife and that they will not receive any thanks for doing so. To him, it is the least they deserve after being taken away from him, leaving him in the horrible situation he is currently in.

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Sitting in this cramped and lonely space, my mind becomes a battlefield of memories and reflections. The emptiness of this space only amplifies my feelings of despair and loneliness. I can't help but wonder where I am, my heart heavy with the weight of the suffering inflicted upon me by those who robbed me of my parents. To keep myself sane, I've started writing a diary to jot down my thoughts and feelings, just like my old man did during his days in the war. It's not much, but it helps me feel a little better amidst all the misery that surrounds me.

When I talk to myself, I don't give a damn if people think I'm crazy. To anyone listening, I say this: go fuck yourself! If you were in my shoes, you wouldn't last a day without losing your mind. Yeah, my language may be a bit strong, and I totally could've gotten a whack from my madrecita's chancla for saying that, but my reason still stands. Man, what I've been through is more than enough to make anyone curse at imaginary people who don't even exist!

So, you're probably thinking "What the heck is making this person talk to themselves and curse like a sailor?" I've got some time left before I have to take my final test, which might as well be the last thing I ever do. So, I figured I'd share my life story with you, starting from the beginning and ending up where I am now. Things haven't been going great for me lately, but I'm hoping that whoever's out there listening can hear my story.

"Let's begin at the beginning shall we?"

*Ha..... I gotta admit, sometimes I crack myself up with my own shit jokes. I mean, if I don't find myself funny, who will? Now where was I? Oh yes, the beginning.

My story, like many others, begins with the meeting of my lovely madrecita and my quiet father. My parents were both very different from each other - my mother was a strong-willed and kind woman from Spain named Clara Isabella Garcia Perez, while my father was a practical and reasonable American man named Ethan Wyatt Jones. They met during World War I, when my father, who was a young and patriotic American soldier, wanted to impress a girl he had a crush on back home. he admitted it was a stupid idea, but he didn't regret it because it brought him to my mother, who was a young and kind volunteer nurse from Spain. She felt sad for all of the poor souls on the frontlines of the Allied forces.

During the Battle of Verdun, on a Thursday, October 26, 1916, two people named Clara and Ethan met for the first time. Clara was volunteering in a building that had been turned into a hospital for injured soldiers. Ethan arrived with a wounded soldier on his shoulder and asked for help. Clara quickly came to his aid and led him to a nearby bed to lay down the injured soldier. She then checked on both of them to make sure they were okay.

After that day, Ethan came by almost every day. When he was not fighting in the trenches in the mornings, he was going into the no-man's lands at night to look for any injured allied soldiers that might still be alive nearby and take them to the hospital to see if they could be saved. During that time, when he took short breaks from all the running back and forth, he would talk with Clara when she had time.

"Dad used to say that their little talks were one of the only reasons he could continue fighting"

Over time, Ethan and Clara grew closer and eventually fell in love. Ethan cared deeply for Clara's safety, especially since she was working in a field hospital during a war near the frontlines. To ensure that she remained safe, Ethan made arrangements to join the group of soldiers who were responsible for protecting the hospital. While Ethan kept an eye on Clara, he also fought in the trenches to save even one more person. My madre always used to say that beneath my dad's seemingly tough exterior, was a kind and caring marshmallow for a heart. This went on until the war finally ended.

After the war, my parents decided to settle in my madre's hometown, Talamantes. They spent eight years together getting to know each other better before they had me, a healthy baby boy. They gave me the name Uriel Amir Wyatt Garcia. As I was growing up, my folks always emphasized the importance of learning the right lessons to become a self-sufficient man, capable of handling whatever curveballs life may throw my way. My madre showed me how to be kind to others and take care of my body, while my old man taught me how to be responsible and protect the people I care about.

"Those are still some of the best memories I have before it all went to shit"

When I was 10 years old, the Spanish Civil War broke out in 1936. My parents didn't want me to live in a war zone, so they decided to move to Paris, France. While we lived there, my old man taught me how to protect myself and beef up. My madrecita wasn't thrilled at first since dad didn't check with her beforehand, but she realized it was important for my safety, even if it wasn't a lot.

In 1939, my old man found out that Germany had gone all-out military and invaded the Czech Republic. He was freaking out that another huge war was on the horizon and they wouldn't be able to find a safe place to hide since the whole of Europe would be involved. And yeah, it all went down just like he feared soon after that, when Nazi Germany, the Soviet Union, Italy, and Japan teamed up and formed an alliance called the Axis powers and declared war on the rest of Europe and Asia, which marked the start of World War II.

"Now that we're close to the end, let's finish this up"

My dad used to say that the Allies were morans for letting this crap happen. And after what happened a year later, I couldn't help but agree with him. This is where my nightmares started and I started to lose faith in the world. In June of 1940, during the occupation of Paris, my parents were ruthlessly murdered by Nazi soldiers operating under the orders of the German military organization known as Hydra while trying to keep me safe.

"Pinche putos" I always get pissed off at that part but they will suffer, and I will make sure of it myself.

 Following this traumatic event, I, along with hundreds of other children, were kidnapped and taken to a hidden military facility under Hydra's command. There, we endured torture and underwent experiments aimed at creating a new, stable super soldier serum.

After a year and a half of trying out different things, only 15 kids were left. Hydra did some tests on them, and now they're doing one last test before the big one. I'm now 15 and I am one of those kids who made it this far. So now you know where I'm at, and tonight is when the final experiment goes down. Honestly, I've only managed to keep my sanity by holding onto the memories of my parents and the lessons they taught me. Even though I don't think I'll make it through the night, I won't stop fighting until my very last breath because I know it's what my parents would want. Plus, I'm still itching for revenge against Hydra for everything they've taken from me, and I won't rest until those bastards pay for it.

*Boom Boom Boom!!

I turn my head towards the door when I hear the loud banging.

" GET UP YOU LOUSY SHIT! quickly before I start beating you, the testing room is ready for the final round" says my 'caretaker'.

I stood up and started following the person who had taken me captive. Unsurprisingly, he didn't tie me up or anything because he knew I had nowhere to go. During my time here, I've learned that this fortress is highly fortified, making it almost impossible to escape. I've learned some German and heard the soldiers saying they don't worry about enemies attacking 'cause the fortress is hidden deep in the woods, far from the frontlines of the war.

*WHACK!

I suddenly get hit hard in the back of my head, making me lose focus on my thoughts.

"Stop getting distracted! Pick up the pace, we are almost there and I don't want to be late" The insatiable dick says. I continue to walk forward to the room I've been to a hundred times before.

I can't wait to kill him first when if I get the chance after this. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I remember now. This place has more protection inside than outside. It's the main hideout for the experiments of their precious S.S. serum, and the leaders of Hydra are obsessed with keeping all inside information from getting out to the Allies. They don't even trust their soldiers, so once a soldier comes here, they never leave unless they're given orders from the top leaders.

We finally arrive at the testing room and I can now see the other poor souls trapped in this place with me. We walk in one by one and in my sight are those weird cylinder boxes that they are going to put us in. As they push me forward towards my designated box of death, I can't help but say...

"Well shit, here we go again"