Entry Number Two.

My parents weren't sure what to do about my continued education. A normal college was out of the question. I begged them to let me go to the state school, to be around normal kids. They didn't want to risk another episode. I asked them about ways to get around it, hire someone to follow me around, keep me under control. Telling them Id learn how to control it on my own was a no go. No matter how I tried I wasn't going to a normal school. The military wasn't an option ether, they wouldn't take me because of this thing inside me. That and the manslaughter charge on my record.

We looked for anything. Months went by and it was looking like I might not even be able to find work. No body would hire someone like me. Most people with these "gifts" are not looked on as being human, or even treated like one. There is a lot of prejudice towards us. But I had to keep trying. My life couldn't just stop because of a physical abnormality that made me potentially violent. I can understand, what company or service would want an employee that could kill its patrons?

That was when we got the call. It was my mother that picked up the phone. It was an organization known for having no prejudice towards people like me, or anyone for that matter. It was the International Mercenaries Guild based in, or I should say over Bangalore, India. They were up front with all the details. They told my mother that a team known as Black Halo was looking for a new team member. The guild was offering to pay for the travel and training in exchange for 5 years of service with them. They knew about the trouble we were having with getting my life in order and mentioned that many people like me end up in their organization. Being a soldier of fortune? That's not one of the things I was thinking I could do. Kill for money?

My father was totally against it. My brother being a marine, and my dad having been in the planetary guard all his life. He hated Mercs, he told me they screw with military operations and switch sides more often than a person has to buy shoes. But the military wouldn't take me. I was out of options.

I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by, I might not get another chance to be something other than a boy who killed some older boys in his home town. If the guild had worked with people like me before, they might know how to teach me to control it, or at least live a normal life. If I can learn to use this to help people. Maybe I can find some reason for breathing.

LOG END EARTHDATE 2218 August 12th