A story, part 2: Hatter's Tale.

I was born in the year 10 AD Angeln area of what is now known as Germany, with the name Alwin. When I was 18, I had gotten separated from my clan as we were heading home to our village after a great battle. I wondered the forest for a few days, almost dead from starvation and dehydration, when I found a cave. I heard what sounded like water so I went in in hopes of staving of my thirst. I found what looked like a basin filled with what I thought at the time to be water. I drank a few hand fulls of it and blacked out. I woke up in a small hut. There was an old woman there who informed me that he grandson had found me passed out near the edge of the forest and brought me to her home to nurse me back to health. I thanked her for her help and asked where I could find her grandson to thank him. She told me he had gone into town to get some more food. I went to the the village only to find it under attack. I found the boy and tried to help him, only to be attacked from behind and lose my head for the first time. Everything went black at first, but I soon found myself waking up with the body of that poor boy on top of me. At this point, I was filled with unimaginable fury, and went on my first, insane killing spree. I killed the entire attacking army and fled into the woods to calm down and try and figure out what happened. I found a small lake and looked at my reflection. I seemed perfectly fine, but I noticed a thin scar around the area my head had been severed. I decided to test what was going on and I cut my arm. But, that is where I discovered minor wounds did not heal right away. I was confused at first as to how I could have survived losing my head. I then decide to see what would happen if I took off my whole arm. It hurt like hell, but that is when I found out severe wounds like that healed almost instantly.

Skip forward to the year 913 AD. I had seen the world change in many ways, and gained much wisdom in my years. But, being stuck in the mind set of a 18 year old still made me reckless. I was traveling through the area known as The Black Forest. Now, before I go further, I should tell you all a bit about my people known as the Anglo-Saxons. We had 4 main values, that I still follow to this day. They were Bravery, Loyalty, Generosity, and Friendship. Well, while I was walking through the Forest, I heard a child's scream. I ran to the location as fast as I could. Sadly, but the time I got there, there was no sign of the child, and only found, Him. He looked much different then than he does now. He was dressed as what we of the time respected most, Death. Basically, He was in a long robe with a the hood down, and instead of looking like a skeleton, he was his normal faceless self. I attacked right away knowing he was not human and realizing what He did to that poor child. He instantly wrapped a tentacle around my neck and squeezed. And my head popped like a zit. Yeah, not a pleasant image. It left and interesting scar around my neck to be honest. When I came to, he was still there, but he looked confused as hell. As I regained my senses, I ran at him again and shoved my sword into into his chest. Unfortunately, after I jumped back my sword basically melted out of his chest. He proceed to wrap his tentacles around all my limbs and pulled. To put it lightly, it hurt. I blacked out again, and when I came to, he was gone. We met and fought a few more times over the years, until I started to lose it from being alive for so long. It was the year 1245, when I became his first proxy.


During that time I did so many horrible things, that I still have nightmares about them to this day. I didn't come to my senses until 1667. I had served him long enough, and, believe it or not, had become close enough to Him, that he let me go willingly. He knew I was no threat to him, and would avoid him for the rest of my lift if I could. A few years passed after I left, and I traveled here to this country, America. Hell, I helped inspire the founding fathers to become independent from Britain. I was a bit more mischievous at the time, and was just trying to cause a bit of Anarchy. I had no idea the country would be come what it is now.

Skip forward a few more years to 1950. I was visiting Japan, and meet a young sword smith/swordsman named Akio. He taught me many fighting styles and sword fighting techniques I had never seen before. He also made my cane-sword for me. He was a good man. He was also one of the few people I trusted with my secret. came back to America around 1960. I liked to sometime enroll in high schools to see how many facts in history they got wrong. I met Adam which led to me meeting Eve. We travels together since then and ended up buying a abandoned warehouse in New York that I renovated into a living area for us.

One more skip to May 23, 2010. I received news that my close friend Akio has passed away. At the time I believed it to have be natural. But, a few weeks before my first post on this blog, I receive a letter. It contained a letter telling me the Akio was killed be Him. Needless to say, I was furious. Eve decides to leave for a few weeks to let me calm down, and I discover all of you people. I decide to gain your trust, in hopes you all would help me find a way to kill him. Things happened, causing me to reveal the truth sooner than I had planned. Now I am heading back up to New York to plan.

Oh, and over the years I have changed my name. I now go by the name, Jack Zearfoss.

I need a smoke.