It's been a long time since I've gotten the chance to speak with you, dear readers. I hope you're enjoying the story! I hope you've enjoyed my... theatrics. I know some of you are interested in the morbid concept of death just like I am, and it truly was a pleasure to finally kill off those two.
I also hope you're starting to understand the difference and significance in the three different perspectives. I am all seeing, able to tap in and tap out of whoever's brain I wish and speak to them. I am the creator of this world so I provide the backstory, the underbelly of this world that came before Jackson or Ayla. So let me give you a lesson in history.
Senior year of high school, my mother was dying. My father was long gone and mother was the only person who's love I accepted. My sister Jenna was around but hated me with a fiery passion. Hearing that mother was dying was hard to deal with alone and I was already searching for a way that my love for science could stop this. I remember injecting first adaptations of my formula into her paling, squishy flesh to no avail. I was too late, too stupid, and her heart rate monitor flatlined right in front of me.
I didn't feel things without my mother- until she came around. Not Ayla's mom, or the mother of my other children, but Jackson's.
Margaret Stricker... she was exquisite. I wanted to burn down the world and create a new one in her image. She understood me and gave all my passions her support that is... until one worked. I injected myself with the telepathy formula and realized what I was missing before... was death. I had been trying to keep my mother alive but I realized people needed to be reborn in my image.
I hanged myself in my bedroom, my formula already spread throughout my veins, and woke up with an aching neck and brilliant silver eyes.
But it scared her. I never wanted to hurt her- believe me. She was love that I couldn't fathom. I wanted to give her everything and now that I was proof that it could just work- people were going to beg for me to give them powers. People would come from all over the world paying me huge amounts of money for power. I could see the life so clearly, my beautiful queen sitting beside me on a silver thrown.
And then... she just betrayed me. She betrayed me so easily. To this day I always wonder if she loved me or if she regretted it and gave it a second thought before conspiring with Amanda and her sister, Hunter, Ian, and Calvary. I had friends for the first time in my life- and then they burned me.
Then Margaret married Hunter? She had children with Hunter. How dare she? Who did she think she is with betraying the most powerful person in this world and mocking my by mixing her genes with Hunter's.
So I killed them. I watched their son for months and followed their older daughter home, for weeks I would catch a glimpse of Margaret with her long curly hair and pale skin, her round face and... very pregnant belly.
When I realized there would be another product of my own failure, my own humiliation, I couldn't hold back and surely you can understand. I had to do it.
I took no precautions.
I snuck into their home, I used their own gun.
I shot both of them in the forehead. And then for Margaret, I shot her in the stomach right after.
I then turned my attention over to the children, who's singular bed I had found empty.
But Jackson wasn't quiet despite Eveline's best efforts. I opened their closet door to find them huddled together with Jackson cradled in his sister's arms.
I took them both back with me. They were in a way mine anyways. All my children I had before with Amanda and her sister turned out to be defected anyways, unable to carry my formula without dying so soon. I needed an heir to my formula when people would come after me- and I knew they would. Plenty of presidents were assassinated so of course a king would be the target of many rebellions and attempts at my life. I was prepared.
Except the only rebellion I got is subpar. They make no moves- I easily picked out their spy and had them dealt with. This wasn't supposed to be my life. I'm changing the world everyday with my discovery, and now I'm bored by just adding more to my numbers. No more turning random rebels into drones to test out my program. It's time I quit keeping the rebellion on their toes, it's time to up the stakes.
It's time to reclaim my daughter. My heir.
And I reminded them that she's mine when I used the information from my own spy, and sent their bodies out to the base with them, the spy had that idea and I couldn't help but beam over the dramatics of it all. I love to watch them stir before we come for them.
Dear reader I hope this provides clarity with my actions and motives. I had to. Not as if I had any other choice in the matter anyway- I was created to kill. I hoped I already mentioned this... didn't I say I always win?