Please read book 1 first: https://tapas.io/series/A-killer-amongst-us

1990

I brushed my hand through my brown hair, the hair that my father always said looked exactly like my mothers. He used to cry over it as he would brush my hair when I was a child. It used to confuse and upset me, seeing my father so distraught. My mother went missing after I was born, he always told me. He dedicated his life to looking for her, to no avail. When I was 6 years old, he had lost all hope and ended up re-marrying. My stepmother was nice, yet I always wished my mother would someday return and take her place in raising me. I had a box of photos of my mother that my father had given me, which I looked at every day, always keeping them close by.

"Silas" My friend Carl interrupted my thoughts as he called out to me. He jogged over to join me as I wandered down the path to my next class. I smiled in his direction "Hey man," I replied, giving him a friendly nudge on the shoulder.

"You are the only person I know that wears a backpack to college." He laughed

"I have a lot to carry," I replied, securing it on my shoulder as the strap began to slip.

"What did you get up to last night?" He inquired

"Not much, just homework, you know?"

"Wow. You are the only person I know that actually does the homework the teachers give us." He shook his head in disapproval. "I can't believe I'm friends with such a nerd." He laughed

I was always a good student, a good son, a good person in general. I guess I took after my father in that way. He was chairman of the board at his company, and as well as that, he was a kind-hearted man, a good father and husband. Always fair in every aspect of his life. I shrugged at my friend and took a seat as we had approached our class- criminology. I had always had an interest since my mother had gone missing.

The teacher started up the screen, "Good morning class." She said, as she attempted to work out the technology in front of her. "Today, we are looking at a very interesting case... Do you all remember how we looked at the case of 'Santa'?. A little recap for those of you that have forgotten... he was an ex natzi leader turned scientist, who used to experiment on children and then adopt them out into society for families to raise. These children were no ordinary children... they were altered to be weapons of war. To kill."

I looked at Carl, raising my eyebrows, "remember this one?" it was so nasty, the things that guy used to do to people."

"I remember! That guy was sick." He whispered as the teacher went on.

"Well, a strange turn of events has happened. He was still alive until about 19 years ago, so when most of you were being born, when some of his "children"," she held up her hands making quotation marks in the air, "came back for revenge." She continued. "They killed him brutally, using the tools he gave them, and took over his castle... It was pretty radical." She grinned, excited over the story.

"Agh, here we go." She pulled up a news clipping, adjusting it on the screen. The title read, "19 years after Natzi scientist is brutally murdered, his 'children' live happily in his mansion.' A picture is displayed under it. The image shows three red headed males, and two women. One with blonde hair and the other with brown. The brown-headed woman holds a baby on her lap, grinning widely. Something doesn't seem right about this image, as I inspect it closer. The woman with brown hair... It is my mother...

The teacher talks in the background but all I hear is ringing in my ears, my stomach begins to ache, followed by my head. I try to stand up but my vision begins to go blurry. I try to walk but I fall. I hear Carl call out my name as I try to focus on grabbing the railing by my seat, a bustle of the class begins as people fuss over me, but all that continues to circle around in my head is that... that is my mother...