Chapter III : The Quest part II

He begun his new path by finding a house abandoned in witch he established a place here he could sleep and feel safe he knew that the next thing was to find a place where to get food so he found a training camp that required somebody to clean the premises and he offered for a little pay the sensei of the students. His life was on the right track he found a home to sleep a place to gain money where he watched the students learn techniques of self defense witch he will practice at home and developed in new stiles for him life look beautiful and steady but his need for finding his past could not allow him to enjoy a normal life. He was not meant for a normal life his life was in the darkness.
The first idea on how to find a trail to his past was to return to the orphanage and find out who brought him there, he prepared with a few tools to brake into the building he spent his first 6 years. At the cover of night he approached the house with care with a hammer broke the window and quickly jumps inside like a thief. Nobody was in the building the staff left and the children slept on the upper floor he found the archive room and start searching; the time past and after two hours he found the file there was just the name of the person who brought him in this place a cop named Jeremy Brett; His eyes for the first time where full of tears of happiness for finding a clue to his past that could lead him to his parents.
The next day he started to see every police station for Brett but he didn’t work there anymore so the next step was to find here he lived. He asked the people in the precinct pretending to bee his nephew doing a paper about his grandfather, he succeed on getting an address and run as fast as he could to the man that hold his name, he was so excited to finally find his light but fate was not so kind to let him find where he comes from, breathing heavily he reaches the house he quickly jumps on the porch and knocks on the door the door opens and the boy enters only to see that fate is a horrible thing the man that he was searching for lied on the floor with a bullet in his head and blood all around, the boy wasn’t scared or frighten he was devastated because the person who could offer him some answers was death. His legs soften and he falls near the body crying with his fist closed at his chest as his tears touch the floor of the kitchen mixing with the blood of the victim but a scream is heard a neighbor sees the body and the child staying there. The boy is awaken from his grief and realizes that he is considered a murderer and he runs from the kitchen in the dining room and right through the window outside without consideration for his well being he just runs and runs like he want’s to run away from all of this but inside he known’s that he can’t run away from the past.