Stories at the Crossroad completed

Enough of hearing their bullshit, I decided to visit India for further investigation. Just a visit not going to change anything, rather, it gives the answer I'm dying to find.

Deep down I have a feeling that this visit will change my life but how? Let's figure it out later.

I have finished my degree in Texas a famous college around the city. I'm a biological student who wishes to become a biological scientist like my father.

Yes, my dad is my hero and I will go beyond the ocean to fulfil my dad's dream as well as mine. He taught me how to find my identity and stand by myself and here I have become a person like how he wished.

Independent and self-motivated...

I followed my father's every step and did everything cautiously like how my dad taught me when he had alive despite it was hard and now I'm in the place to reach his level.

Dr. Thomas Gradson is a famous biological scientist who had achieved a lot before he dies and the superhero is my dad. I'm really proud of him.

His last experiment was merging a human DNA with a creature to generate a new human but which did fail right after his death.

They are spreading the silliest rumours all over Texas regarding the monster named Heil and it's miserable life history like how it hunts the whole city down and took people's lives apart. And how peoples are no more living in that city and moved to another village to protect their life from the monster.

How awful!

This was explained briefly in the book named 'The Heil Hunting Monster.' Written by none other than my uncle Dr. Hayle Stone.

Come on! I'm not a child to believe all these fable stories which the useless granny used to tell their kids as bedtime stories.

I never believe these kinds of fantasies then how come I can believe this stupid story.

But one thing I know they are hiding some truth from us. I want to figure out what is the truth and why are they hiding from us.

Commonly, scientists would make mistakes and they hide it from the whole world when they fail to discover new things but never spread rumours like this, but here the things are vice-versa and it got my attention.

Why are they spreading rumors like that?

"Reil, think about my words for another second. You have your time... Please." My mom pleaded with hooded eyes like what seemed to be the nth time since when I informed her about my plan of visiting India.

"Mom!! Not again. I fixed my decision and I already told you that I am not going to back away until I get what I want, the truth." I said bitterly. She slumped her shoulder and gave up.

"Do whatever you want but be safe, okay?" I nodded my head and looked in the direction of my friends, who will be my team members, are hugging and kissing each other.

Hmm... I wish I have one too. The one who encourages my every decision like my dad.

We are at the airport ready to fly. I am so excited to visit India Again. Visiting India is not my first time.

I like their culture especially wearing sarees on the occasion. Just a simple Saree and a matching stud are enough to add your beauty more.

And their food... no words to describe for such a portion of delicious and spicy food. When my dad was alive we had visited India once a year or twice, It depended upon his free time. He spent every weekend with us even though he had been held up with work.

Though he had no time for us, he has never failed to succeed as an amazing father and a caring husband.

India is his hometown and he moved to Texas for his job and there he found the love of his life and right after ten months I was born from their marriage.

But I got all my mother's features except my brown eyes like my father.

I coloured my blonde hair into pitch black but I couldn't change my pale skin. I think I have no melanin in my body, So it was easy for me to win the 1st prize in my fifth grade as a ghost at a Halloween party.

Most of my friends used to make fun of me saying my dad had crossed my gene with the ghost while I was a fetus in my mom's womb, that's how I was destined to get pale skin.

There was a time I believed their shitty words until I reached thirteen, the time I lost my dad.