Tokyo monster.

Epilogue

I look at all the people on my left side and then look at the right side, those terrified faces, they are the same as the ones that look at me when I have a 45 caliber gun right on their forehead, only now I do not enjoy being in this chair when I turn to look at everyone, their eyes see me as if I were a monster, although in reality yes, I have been for many years.

I saw the judge enter the courtroom while two officers forced me to get up to receive him, he began to speak loudly and authoritatively addressing all those present, but specifically to me, he wanted to intimidate me, hahaha, I think that even if death I wish I couldn't do it.

- This morning we are gathered to listen to the statements of Mr. Ryosuke, I request total silence for this rostrum, Mr. Yamada, take the stand to give his true and detailed statement of each of his actions committed against the general population, such as public health.

I smirked looking at him challengingly as the officer forced me to climb into that awkward seat. How do I know? Well, it is the second time that I sit there at different times, when sitting down and being able to observe well all the people sitting in front of me, something catches my attention, I curiously observe the person who always made me feel understood, also the bastard who started all this audacity for revenge and finally I also see that disgusting woman, I cough briefly to start talking.

- I know well that right now to all those present I look like the hunter and monster that everyone says that I am, but I was not always like this, so perhaps the judge and the jury including the audience, will not be able to imagine me. a tender and innocent way during my childhood, when I was young I was such a shy boy that I was not even able to see people's eyes, I was not always like this -maintain silence while smiling- but it is magnificent that they finally want to hear the version of things from my point of view, but gentlemen, this story will not start like the typical stories from the beginning well told, they will be fragments of my memories, due to a serious injury made by me Guardian who was posing as my father happened when he was fifteen years old, so I lost a lot of details, my name is Ryosuke Yamada and this is a short story that tells about the birth of the Tokyo monster. Impressive? -I started laughing before continuing my story- but wait to hear the whole story, beginning with my supposed birth as well as a short snippet of my first conscious murder

—Flashback— —twenty-four years ago—

Happiness could not be better reflected in the faces of that family, finally today they will meet the heir to the Serkin emporium, owners of the hotel emporium in Japan and owners of a major chain in Russia, those parents will only receive their only heir to her grandson wrapped in that little blue blanket, that young father tenderly surrounded that little body, while the grandparents hugged the two happiest, the father gave three caresses on his little cheeks, congratulations were not long in coming.

- Congratulations to the Serkin family, without a doubt our first grandson is and always will be the pride of the family, I hope he always keeps the great name, I hope not to offend you, friend
- Do not neglect, we are proud that our beloved Isabella became the wife of someone who is half Russian and Japanese, as well as she is Japanese American, we are proud of the honor that this arrival brings to the family, only that I have talked with my wife about a private project for both families, we could discuss it later in private

- well, you should tell us what you're up to
- Mileshka you could shut up, it is a lack of respect that you speak when nobody asked for your stupid contribution, of course, Bernard, we can talk as gentlemen at midnight, it is a pride and pleasure to have a Serkin Miller
It was the last thing that was heard in that room that afternoon before those ears, it was a coupling of hands and a few slaps lost in time.

—End flashback—

 

—Present—

- and if you wonder how I know these things, well the Serkin family must document each arrival or departure of their family members, unfortunately, my dubious death removed my head to enter the Russian archives and the premature death of the Alcoholic Serkin leaves us alone with the grandparents, who have hated me for as long as I can remember, but let me tell you a little more about what the first murder I committed was like or at least is what they always made me believe.