tw: for child abuse, violence and dark themes
His parents were those of the rich. That's where all the issues stem. Being that, they got away with a lot of the shit they should not have gotten away with, proving that no matter the state of the world, no matter what buildings toppled, and which disasters struck the land, and evened it out, flat as the bleats of a dead man's heart-- wealth will always get you far. Always. It got them far.
Mom and dad had their own shoddy-- very shoddy pasts. Two dangerous individuals, psychopaths on the far end of the spectrum of the condition. They had no remorse. No guilt. And while not every psychopath is a murderer, almost every murderer is a psychopath. They couldn't get away with open murder since that would fuck up with their reputation. Tut tut, must do a lotta shit to protect their nice position.
They committed their atrocities behind the closed doors. They dealt with different gangs. In secret. Of course. Never in person-- also of course. They entrenched themselves in all things physical-- medicine, and army, obsessing over their need to hold some portion of control over people-- and then off the streets had the lost, the wayward delivered, preying on their helplessness indeed in ways as colorful, and grisly as you can, but also cannot imagine.
They had Jessie as an experiment. If us two have a child, will he born like us? And if not--
Can we make him like us?
He was nothing if not an experiment to them. Nothing if not their guinea pig, and while in the public eye they were charming, and he was that blue-eyed cherubim, he was nothing if not tormented, and forced to bend his personality to their ugly whims, to their need to have fun. The shit they made him do and when they started doesn't matter. It does-- but it will not bear mentioning here. Only one thing matters:
Jessie was fourteen when he killed them. Jessie was also fourteen when he therefore orphaned himself. By his own hand, how grisly is that, but as the story goes, and as twas told by his person, they were infected. Had been. And had hidden it away. They had refused to do their duty-- and their frenzied folly had forced his hand. A good, good 'soldier' boy. Well done, eh? Well done.
Of course the military orphanage took him in a very pro forma kinda deal, because he had no known relatives, leaving the wealth he inherited to fall into the hands of the military, because reasons, because excuses. Because mom and dad military knew better how to use him. Because the military took a look at him-- a deep and thorough look... and saw that ugly, dark promise. Saw the potential.
He was trained, and he's been in secret service since then. Not since 14 literally, but c'mon now. Ain't that a detail, right?