His past was hazy to him, but he remembered the gist of how it had been. He had been a carefree boy, playing and laughing and loving his parents, for most of his early life. He recalled faintly a time when his parents had taken him on a family vacation to DisneyLand, although he could not remember it all that well. The only thing he could still recall with clarity was a strawberry-flavored cotton candy that he had gotten from a small food booth at the theme park. He also remembered that he had to wait in line for a very long time in order to get the cotton candy. He could still smell its fruity sweetness, taste its goodness, and feel the sugar melting on his little tongue as his parents made a futile attempt at telling him that cotton candy was not a healthy thing to eat, especially when one was a growing little boy. All of this happiness, however faint it might be to him now, had come to a sudden end shortly after Lionel, named after his Zodiac sign of Leo, made his fourth year. Sometime right before Christmas, he had gone off to bed and woke up waiting for his Chistmas presents, only to find the NYPD hovering over the mutilated bodies of his parents instead.
