My name is Anthony Ross. I was born on May 17th, 1980. I will tell you about my childhood and then I'll tell you what I'm about to do next.

As a child I was physically gifted, along with brains and a habit of pissing people off. Let's go to my first argument, December 12th, 1988. At home I was always bored, so I usually went out, but my step dad thought it was best for me to do his bidding, or errands I should say.

I always do as he says, why? Well do you think my mom would go after someone nice and chilled? Of freaking course not! He is the kind of guy who takes woman like my mom for granted. He sees her as an easy target. Like someone who just really needs help.

I won't deny that my mother doesn't need help, because she really needs it. I need it. I'm not a delinquent, or anything. I'm a good boy who does what he's told. I don't eat everything thing in the fridge, only until I ask...Although my step dad does all the time, since he buys 'everything' which he doesn't, but I can't say that.

There isn't a single bad thing about me, I'm nice to people and always offer my assistance whenever needed, and I don't back talk to anyone. Okay back to how I actually argued with my step dad for the first time. Disclaimer, he isn't a huge ass, he just has a short temper.

"Anthony! Get in here!" My step dad yelled from the other room. "Coming!" I said back.

When I got in the room he had his arms crossed. His name is Marcus Jones. I met him when I was two years old. Anyway. He said in gruff voice, "Yesterday I told you I wanted this place clean...So why is it still dirty?"

I scratched my head, "Yes you did, and I made sure that everything was in order too, your study is as clean as the day we moved in. I don't see anything that's dirty."

Is he deliberately trying to find something I didn't clean? Does he want to yell at me? I didn't do anything to him. This is kind of...Pathetic. I kind of have this attitude...That sometimes comes out, usually it stays in my mind I never actually say what I'm thinking. Plus I always be nice even if the person I'm helping is a little messed up. Or upset I mean.

This room has a carpet which I cleaned to a point where my hands hurt, I used a vacuum of course, but there are some stains that a vacuum can't clean. So I know I cleaned this place well. But somehow...SOMEHOW. There is a stain on the carpet that seems to be a couple of years old. I mean the damn thing is completely black. It was not there yesterday.

"So what is that then?" He asked me.

I stared at the spot baffled, "No clue. But it wasn't there yesterday."

I kind of hate when people tell me I haven't done what I was supposed to do. I hate that people tell me I didn't do a good job. I'm always doing my best and I'm always constantly making sure I'm doing it right, like I ask what I'm supposed to be doing specifically, give me the details and I'll get it done.

"No clue huh…I asked you one thing…And you clean everything but this thing? It's like you wanted it to stay like that. It's not that hard." He scolded me. Seriously? It's not that hard you say? "I know it's not that hard, which is why I cleaned this spot. I know I did, so don't tell me I didn't clean it right." I said a little irritated.

When he gets mad he does this thing with his eye, it like twitches rapidly…It's kind of strange. "Yes I can say you didn't clean it right! There is a damn black spot on the carpet right in front of me!" He yelled.

I sighed, "I'm the one who cleaned this place and pretty much every single freaking part of this house! Just because there's one spot I 'missed' doesn't mean you can yell at me!" I snapped.

He lifted his hand, what's wrong with me today? I stepped forward, "Do it! Show me your true colors!"

To be honest…I didn't think he would actually hit me…But then again I did provoke him. He slapped me pretty hard, I stumbled back a few feet. I held my cheek, I'm going to just say this was me being…Me.

I ran towards him and spun, and then kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over. "You little…" He is pissed…It's his fault…Or is it mine? No it's his fault, I mean he overreacted. I gulped. Oh shit….

When he looked up, he was beyond mad, but he just told me to go to my room. There was no screaming no hitting, he just…Sent me to my room. That was scary…I'm only eight years old, so of course I would be scared.

Anyway, when my mom got home she gave me a good stern talking to. But I didn't need to hear it. I was sitting in my room wondering what the hell just happened. He actually hit me, which is…Stupid, he isn't my father, yet he laid a hand on me.

A couple of years later he left, because I started to work out and because my attitude…Got worse…Even though it was his fault I started to act like that. Anyway I helped people out, but only once and awhile. Another year passed and then my mom started to drink which made me want to leave as soon as possible.

I am now eleven years old, my mom used to be so concerned about me, she'd tell me to never go out without letting her know, and she would always get mad when I would try to go in the water when we went canoeing. When I suggest canoeing, she seemed really nervous. But she said yes regardless. But now…She just doesn't care, and I know realize why she was being so careful…I'm not a normal kid…How do I know? Well let's ask these nice skeletons, shall we?

Yes I said skeletons. On my way home, I noticed I was being followed. Three men, there were all wearing the same uniform, but it wasn't any uniform I seen. There were gray camouflage pants and muscle shirts. But they had these markings on them, it was strange that I could make them out. Actually they weren't markings, they were more like words and symbols.

One said, 'Hades.'

One symbol was a helmet worn by a skeleton. Which I believe was supposed to be Hades. Which I thought was weird, because I read about Hades. He can transform into anything, just like all the other gods…I like Greek mythology. It interests me.

The others read 'death'

'Tartarus.' And something about 'lord' which I thought meant 'lord Hades.' But it would have just said it, not just 'lord' it was strange. Anyway they stared into my soul or something. Their teeth chattered together, like they were talking to each other. I wasn't frozen in fear or anything, I was actually excited. "Wow…You guys look awesome." I won't lie, I'd like to control these guys. They tilted their heads at me, "Oh…Sorry, my name is Anthony."

Again they looked confused, "Uhh…" I said and turned. Again they started to follow me, why are they following me? I stopped and turned around, "Would you stop-

There was no one there. It's like they just vanished…My eyes were not playing tricks on me, those looked too real. A few weeks later, I was running away almost all the time from skeletons and all kinds of monsters. I had to leave my old life behind…There wasn't much to think about when leaving, I had no friends or family…

I was on the run every day, it's now been three years since I ran away. But it wasn't all bad, I actually travelled around the world, literally. But it was only once, and it was awesome, but alas, it's time to return home.

I stood outside of my old home. I'm now fourteen years old. For three years my mom hasn't seen me. I looked in the drive way, that's not our car…Don't tell me…I walked towards the front door. When I reached the doorway, I could tell she no longer lived here. I knocked to check if I was wrong.

The thing is with me, I always seem to be right. Someone opened the door and I felt kind of empty, not that there was much to begin with. "Yes?" The man said, "Sorry for bothering you, but did a Catherin Ross live here? If so do you have her new address?" I asked. The man frowned, "You wouldn't happen to be Anthony Ross…Would you?"

Well that confirms my suspicion, my mother is gone. I kept my composer and nodded, "Yes I am. Is she…?" I waited for his answer, "Uh…We weren't told anything about her really, but we know she took her own life because 'the gods' killed her son, which would be you…" He said and sighed. "That's really all I know, sorry you had to hear it from some random guy."

I was prepared for this, but to think she took her own life because she thought I was dead, that I was not expecting. "Thank you for letting me know, have a nice day." I said and started to walk away, now what? Should I find a way to kill these monsters? Or should I find out about these gods? Thinking about won't do me any good, so I'll just do whatever I want, whether that is finding these gods and ending them, or figure out who I am.

How can I not know who I am, right? It's strange really, I know who I am, but at the same time I don't, because I'm seeing mutated people and those people…Who the fuck am I kidding? Those are monsters, their have fangs that are sharp as knives, and their fur is…Gross, smells like they were swimming in garbage, which I thought was true. Because they got close, I could smell something horrible, like a year old sandwich that has been in a locker, or a diaper with poop in it. Just plain disgusting, their claws looked sharp, but I didn't want to test them out, I kept clear of them. Their eyes often glowed yellow, and were always filled with hate and bloodlust.

I got away so many times because they were slow and stupid. They had these weapons that were made out of bronze, at least I think it was bronze, I made one myself, but it had no affect on them, so I stole one of theirs and now when I get away, there are no monsters chasing me.

A year went by after I learned about my mother and nothing changed, I kept running and killing these things, from time to time I thought someone was talking to me. Every day I got faster, of course it's normal for humans to get stronger, or faster. But I was getting stronger and faster at an abnormal rate, and lately I've started to feel like the lightning in the sky was following me, a few times it just missed me, the weird thing about it almost missing me was that even though it was right in front of me, I didn't get hurt, my eyes saw the lightning bolt but I was not blinded, the hair on my arms did not stand up, and when it was extremely close I felt so alive.

Five months of running from the monsters and the storms, nothing changed really, I was too fast for the monsters and I was just out of reach from the lightning. I'm fifth-teen and I feel like something is always watching me, in the shadows and in the sky, when I go the ocean, I sometimes feel something tugging at my feet. Is the entire world after me or something? It's been fun running from everything, but I think it's time I face them, first the monsters, and then I'll listen to the voice that's been telling me to go to Long Island.

My current location was Maryland, Washington. I slowly made my way to Long Island, it will take me three weeks to even get there, but I've got time. As I was walking along a road, in the woods to my left I could hear twigs snapping and snarling, my heart started to race with excitement, "It's been almost four weeks! Where have you monster been!? Are you afraid of me!?" I yelled and laughed as they stopped snarling. The largest group of monsters I've fought was thirty five. The monsters I've seen are huge dogs that attack when my back is turned, and when I'm about to cut them down, they disappear and reappear behind me.

Another would be giants, its fun messing with them, sometimes I get them to kill their own brethren, and one that I've seen quite often are these green lizard like creatures, slippery those are, but I still kill them in the end. I've had a lot of close calls, but I've never been truly hurt by them, they're too predictable, so it's easy to fight them. Although from time to time I'll fight something that is smart and just not like the other monsters, but after fighting these monsters for years, I'm just unkillable.

Honestly…I love killing them, I love seeing them beg for mercy, I love seeing them try to run when I take out their entire group, but what I love most about killing them, is when they explode into gold dust when I stick my sword through their chests.

When I finally made it to Long Island, I had a few followers…Or I guess I should say they are my prisoners.

Some monsters begged me to let them live so I told them to vow to never betray me, to always listen to what I say and to never lie to me. Soon, I felt like a god to these pathetic excuses of monsters.