Chapter 1 - Matches
“You forgot the matches, of all things, the matches,” whispered Andrew nervously as he creeped forward, his belly pressed to the ground like a sports car to a race track. With eager heels we waited, our breath held back, for fear that they’d see us. How did I end up in this mess? What possibly brought me to do this? The blood was everywhere, escape seemed impossible.
I was just a lonely, quiet man who read books and went about his business from day to day. I didn’t have the makings of a killer or a thief. No history of drugs, no secret addictions or sadistic cults. I was an average Joe, full of ambition, dreams and a whole lot of nothing. So what brought me here. To tell you this I’d need to start at the beginning. I’d have to take you back to a time that I was sane.
The line between insanity and sanity is a mirror, one look at the other side and you can see yourself. Insanity was never a large leap for me; it was a part of me all along.
I was a stock broker from a small town who spent his days working the markets and trying to get by. I had a family, wife, children, beautiful, all of them. I had the house, the car and everything a man could want. I was living the dream.
In most stories you’d expect me to say something like, “That was until the day…” However there was no day for me, one could say I went to bed one man and awoke another. Perhaps I’d spent too long staring into the mirror when I should have looked away.
This morning I woke up as normal, ate my breakfast, drank my tea, kissed my wife and left for work. I had no idea I wouldn’t be home for a while. At least not by my own will.