Flags of My foul Ups

That one horrible night, the very night I was born. Just as soon as I was seen I was abandoned by my parents. My own parents had left me on the warm sidewalk and left, leaving a defenseless child on the streets of Arizona. Never to be seen by my parents or to have any love from them at all, my whole life living of the land and being self reliant. My only childhood wasted away by having to survive not live.

    My story, the story of a scientist, a lover and a bitter person. A story of regret, a story of triumph.  After 16 years of surviving on my own, 16 years of just barely grinding by my intellect and my survival skills. 16 years of reading and wandering looking for any way to find shelter, I had finally done it I had finally found a place where I could both conduct my experiments and a place where i could finally live. I had never stopped wondering, until that day I'd found my home and a lab for many things I had never been able to do, relax. Life seemed like it was.... well, slowed down in that short time.

   But I couldn't relax there was too much work that had to be done. My teleporter, my locator and many other devices had to be built for me to be able to find out what happened that one night, or rather why it happened. My home was a scrap junction, a nicer way of saying trash heap, but i could find uses for everything before,why not now. I went straight to work on my locator a device which it's only purpose was to find my parents so I could talk with them, see them. After 3 weeks of sweat, tears and wrenches were through,my device was done. I immediately switched the device on and the monitor showed them about 40 meters away.

"That can't be right." I said confused.

   Suddenly, I heard the sound of scrap being kicked around. I didn't waste any time i grabbed a lead pipe I found  lying near a scrap pile. I suddenly heard voices around the very pile I was at. My heart was racing like a NASCAR on the last lap, my hands were shaky and sweaty as I readied my pipe.

   Before I could think, I turned the corner and swung my pipe to a thunderous crack. I heard a female scream and looked up. It was... my mother. I looked down again to see my father on the floor, motionless. I stuttered and shed a tear over my fathers deceased body. I also saw a small child cowering behind my mothers legs,whimpering.

  I closed my eyes and told them both... "Leave this place take the body with you." She left crying while the child was left weeping over his fathers body.

       "What did I say kid? Leave!" I shouted. The child walked off sadly towards his mother.

  I had killed my only father, the one thing I'd been looking for for 16 years, I had just ended his life. I turned around as the family left. I went into a fit of rage, destroying my locator.

  "Piece of steaming crap!" I cried beating the device with my lead pipe.

  I still had work to do, I couldn't let the death of someone get in the way of my goals. I was already raised cold-hearted, why stop now? I decided to work on my teleporter to see if i could teleport to hell, save a lot of peoples lives.

  I worked for 7 weeks on my teleporter trying to find proper place for a test teleportation. I settled for California, Las Angeles

to be exact,  inputed where I wanted to go. Unbeknownst to me, I had put to much power in the teleporter, doing that would cost me an unwanted adventure in a quite weird land. I had activated the teleporter, the radiation caused me to black out.

    When I woke up I started an adventure I would not soon forget...

  I felt in a dream that I was grabbing a jar of gasoline and a peculiar stone off a small shelf. I felt like something was going to happen where ever I was going...