Chapter 1 Smoke & Mirrors

The year was 2001. I was born in the Year 1985 by My dad who was a mafia boss who went by the nickname Mr.Iglesias. He was shot and killed by my uncle who fostered me. My name is Juan Caesar Chavez. That is my name legally changed though My real name is Juan Caesar Martinez. But my uncle and I changed our last names. My uncle's name is Mario Chavez. Even after the death of my father, the mafia in Mexico was still huge. The curse had not been defeated if not even more influenced. I sit in my living room only 16 yet I have witnessed unimaginable things.

Cartels ripping my moms face off only to slug her with a barbed wire bat. More than just her my amigos

kids at the time were slaughtered. I escaped thanks to the military of the US allowing me to escape as a refugee. Yet now I know why Mexico was attacked not

because another mafia wanted power.

No, it was because they wanted to attack me and my evil dad.

What is the purpose of me writing this story?

This is clear, this is a story about me discovering the mystery of my family's past.

I was walking from my house to school as I waited for the light to turn green for me to walk across a chilly breeze that swept the air. First class: PE.

Two people stood in the halls seemingly watching me weirdly. They were older students and scared that they smelled fresh meat. That’s what they were gonna do. Shake me down. New Mexico isn’t the safest place so I expected stuff like this from my old school So bullies were nothing to me. They crept a creepy gaze as I continued to play indoor football. I kicked the ball and into the goal. My eyes lit up. My uncle called this power an Infinity Eye. I called my Infinity Eye: Spin. My fingers turn into mechanical like finger guns and shoot bullets out of them.

My finger looks normal but it looks like I dipped my finger into metal and along with it there’s a revolver barrel on the side of my finger.

My eye has only activated when I feel targeted.

Suddenly the doors have little tiny bullet holes in them. I fired off to see who was there. No one except an Infinity eye user could tell what I was doing. One of the guys walked out and he looked mysterious. A red hat and a jean jacket that only someone like a greaser would wear walked out his hair was jet black and long. He looked white.

The man widened out his hand like he was gonna slap me. His hand came crashing down into my hand and a clap sounded. He was just trying to greet me? “Yo wassup man” The guy said. “Yo” I replied I may have seemed confused to him or maybe scared but he seemingly shrugged it off. “I'm Ben and this guy right here is Mike,” the guy says. Ben takes off his cap and introduces Mike. Mike is seemingly a little chubby yet seems like a nice guy. It shocked me when

I learned about these beasts of men who were the same age as me. That made me feel scrawny a bit.

Ben was overly tall at 6ft just at 16 and Mike seemed nice yet he was still taller than me and his brown long hair made him look scary. So on my first day of school I made friends with these scary humans.

The day had ended as I walked to my uncle’s business. Mario’s lemonade. A business which was unknown to many people stood well though.

It was branded as a family diner yet I hated the feeling of walking in there. It was like someone or something was watching my move and that feeling stuck with me ever since I was little.

My uncle swore that it may have just been trauma or something but I promise that isn’t it.

I sat down. The building may have had a weird presence but I have known this building my entire life so I was fine with it. I looked up to see the same creepy deer skull that had always been there. The kitchen area was built like a bar and had little gates to tell people only workers can go back there.

I ordered Pretzel bites with lemonade. The feeling of creepiness kinda swept away.

I sneaked into the security room. It was my favorite room since with all the cameras and computers I could watch something. I clicked on the security camera on accident. It rewinded to a time that said "Deleted File...” I was curious what was so bad that my uncle deleted it. I clicked on it.

12:03pm The camera showed the time a shady man was walking from behind the restaurant where he sat next to the dumpster. That's when another shady man walked by. Neither of these people looked like my uncle. The shady man leaning on the dumpster stepped up to the shady man. That’s when suddenly a knife stabbed through the skin of the shady man who was standing. The other guy ran as a face seemed to appear as the body started to have a hole in it and a face appeared out of that hole. It looked like my uncle.

The camera glitched out as the feed cut the video self deleted as my uncle randomly walked in.

“Whatcha watching?” He curiously asked.

I trembled a little bit. “Oh you saw that, it was an art project, did you get scared?” Said My Uncle.

I nodded.