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"My name is Trent.... I know nothing else. I awoke at the front of a bus stop. I do not how or why I was there..... all I knew was my name.... i was like this for three days... three days of solitude until Padre found me..... I call him Padre because he has taken me in his house....... a blind old man who cannot see me...... why does he treat me like this? I do not know, but I do know the food is warm and the bed is soft..... For this reason I have begun to get stronger.

About four days ago I was on my way back from the local school. I was becoming more and more normal, I even think i have a chance with this one girl..... I digress....
I was walking back when I saw some people dressed in dark clothes enter my Padre's house.... The next thing I saw was blood everywhere..... all around the roomm where the bodies of the dark dressed people, my hands covered in blood, and the blind old man on the floor dead......

My normal life is now ruined, but worse yet, I killed them.... I do not know what this feeling is.... this feeling of rage and anger along with lonelyness and bitterness......

they killed him for no reason........

then I realiezed I was bleeding, one of thier weapons cut me so deep I saw bone, or so I thought... I rushed to the mirror only to find that underneath this human skin shell.... I am metal....

more and more I am haunted by these images, blood, metal, the bus stop, the old man dead......

who or what am I?.... and what is happpening to me....dress in black now, it seems that this color has a good effect on people, it pushes them away... Good....

No one can see me like this, a metal human with innocent blood on his hands.....

I have heard about how people hide themselves behind masks.... I found one at the old mans house.... I engraved his name and the inside and put in over my metallic side of my face..... it hides the scar, but for how long....

now I roam the streets seeking many things, I feel I am running out of pathience, and time..... how long must I remain alone and without memory.... how long must I hurt people..... and why am I alive.....'




my name is Trent and that is all I know

.... who are you??