1 Southwest Chicken Wrap

Date of incident: August ??, 3002 of the Archidian Galactic Calendar

Time of incident: ??

Location of the incident: First Heaven, Earth;

Soobway Franchise at the intersection of S 72nd and W 34th

Details of incident from perspective of locale officer: "We were just chillin' eating our soobway southwest chicken wraps..." -An apparent bystander of the incident. Suddenly, what seemed to be a bomb went off nearby. A baby not more than 2 months old was found at the center of the explosions' crater. A thousand people were killed by the impact alone, and the amount of injured hasn't been recorded.

Note: Officer has stated that this incident was only archived due to him realizing that there was no such entry. It is in a few occluded books, however. Therefore he felt that the incident should be recorded in the galactic officers' logbook of incidents. Incident has been dubbed "Southwest Chicken Wrap" incident due to not much available knowledge aside from witnesses' accounts.

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August 20th, 3002 of the Archidian Galactic Calendar

07:06

"Bye son. Have fun with your new parents!" A tender and motherly voice called to him, "Don't die you little shit! you'll be my pawn for life if you live!"

The voice was decidedly not kind despite her tonality. He wondered... No, he still wondered how she could be such a good liar. Such a good actor, and most importantly, how she could be so cruel. She never gave him any love. Not even when he was smol. Just a smol bean and she couldn't even muster a sincere smile.

But digressing, he knew why. He always knew why she was like that. He knew he was the same way. The world showed him kindness, but he couldn't even bother with that. He knew there was a second side to humanity. But he always ignored it.

Even when she died. Even when the bastard who did it dies, the bastard will die knowing they irked him. And that pisses him off. It doesn't make him sad, as should her death. But it makes him so irrationally angry.

He knows it sounds corny. But when he goes to his new job... Should something happen weirdly Well, really who knows what a psychopath thinks. Even he himself has no idea what he'll do.

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"That bitch!" a voice filled with hatred thundered through the posh neighborhood villa, "I should have never fucking married her!" A man with a long Viking style beard that shook with his anger could be seen throwing shit around his posh house.

'Ope there goes another vase.' Rex thought, watching his stepfather rage with indifferent eyes, 'Oh, now he's gonna come for me.'

'PLAP'

Miles slapped Rex as hard as he could. The pain not registering on Rex, nor any visible wound or reaction could be seen.

"FUCK that hurt!" Miles boomed, the pain only really made his anger worse, "JUST LIKE YOUR FUCKING MO-"

"If you dare finish that sentence..." Rex said, his apathetic baritone voice showing just a hint of danger, "You will, and I mean-"

"MOTHER!" Miles finished his sentence, looking at the 20 year old shortie before him in glee, "What? Nothing? Full of empty words just like your mothe-"

'BOOM'

The next thing Miles knew, he was in the wall of another house a few blocks away. Blood spewed out of his mouth like a fountain, he retched blood, fear crawling into his eyes.

"S-s-shiiiit! That huuuuuurt!" He groaned, the wind only barely coming back into his blood filled lungs.

Miles coughed more blood. Sounding like a 80 year old chainsmoker, he mumbled to Rex, who was now in front of Miles, leisurely cracking his knuckles, "I 'KACK' got you a job... For the mafia... If you want it... Now kill me in all my misery son."

"You know, for a foster father, you really are a piece of shit." Rex taunted his brown eyes turning red in mania, "I never saw you as my father. Or even as a parent. My only parents are my two mothers."

Rex coughed in embarrassment, "That was corny, but..." He turned his head to the side, mumbling the words that he couldn't say straight to Miles' face to the building wall next to him, "It's true. And both of you so called 'fathers'... Are more like 'POS' to me."

Rex burst out laughing. The laughter becoming more and more insane as it continued, he finished his words.

With nothing more to say to his foster father, he pushed his hand through Miles' chest. Ripping out his heart.

Rex nodded his head upon seeing Miles' expression of disgust upon death.

Taking the heart, he took it apart, finding the piece he needed, and popping it into his mouth like a candy.

'CRUNCH'

"Mmmh! Tastes like the finest chocolate... AHAHA!" Rex giggled, shoving his hands into his pockets, and running off to who knows where.

"I really need to get a weapon that can handle my power." Rex muttered to himself upon seeing the blood on his hands.

"Well... I can always look for mom."

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The bystanders looks of horror were very funny to some journalists, but the majority of them were sane.

"Stand back! This is a crime scene people! Not a soobway!" A galactic officer stated, his gaze causing a few of the bystanders to flinch and back off.

"Sir! Sir!" A journalist called out to the officer, his crew and himself pushing through the throng of worried bystanders who were steadily leaving, "What are your thoughts on the motives behind this incident?" the journalist asked following with the question of what happened.

"Well, we don't know the motives behind this attack." The officer stated calmly, gesturing towards the body of Miles' '"But it can be seen the attacker brutally pulled out the victim's heart. Ripped that apart too. We have a suspect..."

The officer trailed off, looking at the journalist with a knowing look of helplessness, "I mean, isn't every crime a suspected crime of this syndicate?"

The journalist shrugged, stating in an instant his empathy and helplessness.

"Well that's all. Pack up boys." The officer shouted to the investigation crew after the journalists and bystanders were mostly gone, "We know the motive, and perpetrator. We just need to catch them."

"EASIER SAID THAN DONE CHIEF JORDAN!" an exasperated crewmate shouted, "We might die if we even touch-"

"I just said that to say it Morgan." Chief Jordan shrugged helplessly, "I know there's no chance of change. I can only-"

A glint of sunlight on metal took away his interest in the matter, his gaze resting on a young man in a chrome colored eagle mask standing next to a short woman in a black dragon mask...

The crew behind him froze, the only thoughts in their minds, as well as the chief's was:

'Ah shit...'