Back in 1991 I was a high ranked officer in New York City, I have a lot of memories, for example I found a gang hideout and called backup and we struck. I got a lot of attention for that. But there is one memory that stands out from the rest. I always thought of him as the Man who started it as I only became an officer because Of him, because of his crimes. He had killed my wife, my kids, my cousins and my parents. It upset me so much I done the job I never wanted to get involved with. Life as an officer isn't easy. Especially on patrols. You have to be on lookout the whole drive while making sure you don't crash. I missed my old life, but it was for revenge.

 Back in 1991 I was a high ranked officer in New York City, I have a lot of memories, for example I found a gang hideout and called backup and we struck. I got a lot of attention for that. But there is one memory that stands out from the rest. I always thought of him as the Man who started it as I only became an officer because Of him, because of his crimes. He had killed my wife, my kids, my cousins and my parents. It upset me so much I done the job I never wanted to get involved with. Life as an officer isn't easy. Especially on patrols. You have to be on lookout the whole drive while making sure you don't crash. I missed my old life, but it was for revenge.

 Now I guess you're wondering "who is the man who started it?" Well I'll tell you all I can remember about him now. It was 1990 when I first met him. James Black. From how he was around me I thought he was a good man who would never hurt anyone. But it seemed I was wrong. On Christmas Eve night he broke into our house and taken us all hostage, my wife, my kids and me. He brought us to a warehouse full of people tied to ropes dead. He pulled out a gun, "who died first?" He asked sarcastically, "how about the youngsters?" And then he pulled how his handgun and put it to my kids sons head, my daughter crying knowing she was next. I started trying to untie the ropes he had tied me with but it was no use. Then suddenly I heard a gunshot. I looked at my daughter. She was dead, a bullet in her head. Then he said, "You thought it was your son first didn't you? You were wrong. Very wrong," he had tricked us, he shot my daughter instead of my son, grabbed my son and put him in a room and locked him in there. 5 seconds later we could hear the room filling up with water. 1 minute later the man unlocked the door, water flying out and he dragged my sons body out. He had drowned. "How about you next?" He pointed at my wife. He then grabbed her and bring her into a room where I couldn't see. All he said to me when they went in was, "we're going to have some fun," and when he came out I could see in the room my wife dead on the ground, undressed. He then looked at me and said, "now it's your turn," and closed the door. As he. Began walking towards me I remembered I kept a pocket knife in my pocket. I pulled it out of my pocket and cut the rope. I threatened him to stay away. He pulled out his gun and tried to shoot but his gun was jammed.