Isaiah cross was born October 25, 1995. At this time his parents Catherine and Gerald cross were both happy, until little Isaiah entered their lives. While his mother Catherine loved and adored Isaiah, His father began to get annoyed at the child. As this took attention away from himself and during his infant years, His father began to find himself down a bottle. As Isaiah grew up, this continued. However, now his father forced himself to be the center of attention. Isaiah had a rather notable feature of himself. That was his laugh. He would laugh often, a little more than other kids in school. His dad did not like this. Every time he would laugh, his father would beat him, his mother would often attempt to get involved but that would just turn the attention to her. Unfortunately as all two common Isaiah grew up with this, unable to do much his entire life. Battered, and bruised most of his life. He was rather tough. However, he also was a little numb to some of the darker things in life. On the verge of his 17th birthday, it was a very bad day for Isaiah’s father, Gerald. Isaiah came home from school seeing his father forcing himself upon his mother. At first, he was just going to ignore it, and go to his room as he spent most of his time there anyway… Something came upon him. So he told his father to stop. His father did, stop. This was the drunkest Isaiah had ever seen his father. Harold picked up Catherine, and choked her. Isaiah saw this, and knew what it meant. And as he saw life fading from his mothers eyes, and once the screaming began to dwindle, Isaiah made his move. He thrusted a kitchen knife that was on the table beside them directly into his fathers abdomen. Immediately releasing his grip upon his mother he went to Isaiah. Clawing, smashing and, punching the boy, while Isaiah stabbed, and stabbed. His resounding laugh rings through the entire house as his mother stares in disbelief. Eventually the life faded from his father‘s eyes, and the resistance he was putting up was no more. He had done it, he had saved his mother. But when he looked over at her, all he saw was fear in her eyes.
It was at this moment that she sent him to a mental institution. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, so she sent him as far away as she possibly could. All the way to Norway. And for years, this is where he stayed. In a psych ward. Being abused by the doctors, guards, and other psychologically damaged inmates. As he just was there, imprisoned.
Well this was nothing too new for him, he grew even more emotionless and numb to the world that was until one fateful day.
Isaiah woke up to the sound of sirens, and his door wide-open. He took the opportunity and ran, he heard voices, And yelling, but he did not look back. Isaiah ran, found his way to the exit. And then escaped. He now found himself in a strange world, one that he may not recognize.