The Elite Game

Chapter 59. The Tactician.

I've always been looked down on and called many names since childhood. I could recall the words of even the criminals till this very day.

"Child of a Traitor," they said.

"Be careful. He might steal your things someday, and you won't even know it."

I can still picture the scornful look of resentment they gave me, and it didn't matter to them whether it was my father or myself who was guilty. Their fingers, their fits of anger, their fears and their frustration were all targeted at my mother and me. All they knew was that I was a product of a man everyone hated, but I've always wanted to know just what was his sin to make everyone hate one man so much.

My mother used to tell me, "Ande, no matter what happens, all you have to focus on is how to survive in this hell hole; don't worry about anything thing else."

I used to think she said those words to me to protect me from hating this cruel life, but I began to doubt her words as it seemed to me that she might have had some ulterior mot