I am the best in the force, second to none... but the reason why I joined the force is neither because the pay is decent nor my dad is a good officer showing good example that influenced me. Mine is quite negative... so here is my story.
I was born in a happy family... or that was what it used to be.
My dad was an ordinary factory worker, so is my mum. They met, fell in love, got married and had me not long after.
Everything was normal and good... until an accident at the factory caused my dad to lose his right hand. Without it, he is unable to continue working in the job he is specialized in and has no choice but to leave the factory. He was jobless for a few months and soon things got worse when his ego kicks in. Not wanting to be provided by my mum nor wanting to accept jobs for the handicaps, he soon revert to his gambling-addict-self, which is whom he was, before meeting my mum. He then went on to gamble day & night, even shouted and get rough with mum when she tried to stop him. I sometimes get hurt too when I tried to help & defend my mum but was pushed away by him. To make things even more worse, he was in debt and the loan sharks came knocking on our door, terrorizing us now and then. I was in elementary school at that time... can you imagine the fear I had? That is also the time when I start to develop hatred for gamblers... petty gamblers.
Unable to see the light of hope, my mum decided that it is enough, and soon they got divorced. The happy family that I once have... was no more.
My mum brought me up all by herself, working overtime late into the night. Sometimes when I do not have much homework to do, I would visit her at the factory and brought her supper, we would then go home together. I usually didn’t get to enjoy the luxury most of my friends did... you know... cool toys & gadgets, gaming consoles etc. Sometimes my friends would invite me to go to their houses and play with those stuffs, so it wasn’t that bad after all. Well, although life was a bit tough but still, it was a happy one.
Do I envy or get jealous that my friends had those stuffs and I didn’t? No, not at all. I rarely envy others when it comes to material possession.
Talking about schooI life... I am quite the athlete, excelling in most track & field events and I have interest in most sports that allow me to push my physical skills to a new height. Then come 1 day while searching for jobs after graduation from University, I was thinking ‘why not get enlisted into the (police)force, since I have great physical skills?’... but deep in my heart I know that what I experienced as a child, contributed as part of the reason for joining the force... and so I sent in my application, passed the test and was enlisted.
In the force, I raised fast through the ranks and soon enough I was recommended by my superiors to join the local SWAT team. I passed the tests with ease and was accepted into the team. I continue to excel and soon enough, I was a high ranking officer but I refuse to rot behind the desk and most often will join my SWAT team in missions. Needless to say, I am also able to provide a better life for my mum too. Then finally the day came when I received a letter from SARS, saying that I am picked to join them. I was quite surprised when I received the letter... from the special force of the special forces! Could you believe that? SARS, the ultimate special force with it’s members being handpicked throughout the world. There is absolutely no recruitment or application for joining SARS... it is defintiely the elite of the elites. I am so honoured that I accepted the invitation and replied immediately.
Days at SARS are definitely tougher than that of SWAT’s or the force’s. I am seldom home nowadays because missions of SARS are worldwide, it requires me to be in this country for today and then in another country by tomorrow, for example. (So because of this, I miss my mum a lot... plus I also regret that now I have no more chance of busting gambling dens and arrest that petty gambler myself!)
After a few months in SARS, I raised quickly to the position of a section leader... and that is also about time when the role of SARS took a steep turn. We soon received a weird mission of apprehending an extremely dangerous individual, which we thought that it should be a piece of cake but we were gravely wrong. When we arrived at the mission destination, we found and get to see things that we have not seen before; corpses with bite-marks that of a vampire, just that these marks are much larger and they are found not only on the necks but some bite-marks are on various parts of the bodies... and we thought vampires are only fictional? Worse, we also found corpses that were sliced in two, some get their limbs sliced off and some get decapitated. The slices are very clean-cut, similar to that of a katana’s... so now we have a vampire samurai? We also found numerous circular marks everywhere on the scene, which look as if they were being hit by a huge hammer... but the targeted individual could not be found in the proximity though.
The next few missions are exactly the same, the same sight of the scenes and the same individual we are hunting. These sounds like a case for the X-files more than mission for SARS... and we were told that we will not have other missions if we could not locate and apprehend this mysterious individual... I have a bad feeling about this.
Anyway, although it sounds like it is getting more mysterious and dangerous by the day but it is also getting more interesting. At least that is how I feel about this... and I’m getting real curious about this mysterious individual that we are hunting. Did he/she caused all these? If so, how did he/she do it? Hmm...
- Nav Leo (Leader of SARS section 1) Labels: Blades and Barrels, Confessions, SARS |
