(A/N):Hello everyone!
This story, as you may have noticed, is my first. Some say that people should be especially encouraging and use constructive criticism a lot with newbies - gentle reviews, you know.
Don't bother. I will take what I learn from the reviews to revise my chapters, as I have the whole story done, already. I'm taking what I learn from what you think so far to expand and make more sense of things later on.
PROLOGUE: A TALE TOLD BY EVIL
I'm an Exterminator.
Yep. Me.
My job. Is. To kill. Little. Rejected. Brats.
Simple enough?
Good.
Anyway, this job has been in my family for generations. I got it passed to me by my mother, who got it passed to her by her mother... a long series of generations.
It's a huge job... you have to be very intelligent to repeatedly kill people and prevent them from escaping, and then storing them so that the World of the Dead won't get involved.
There are many stages to it... I'll give you examples from my own experience for explanation.
The first part of the job is to receive a Showing (this usually happens while the Victim of the previous cycle is still living, but their fate is determined; however, it is completely random when a Showing is received). Showings tell me a few things: the name and age of the person, their attitude toward life, an extensive list of likes and dislikes... you get the picture.
For example, I have seen four Showings. Three girls and a boy. All between the ages of nine and eleven. All hated their lives at the time I would come to intercept them.
The second part is to set the trap. There are a few manipulations that can be used without overusing the Magic of the Door: you can twist, copy, and create (but this is very limited and may only be used in some small instances). You have to see most of the Real World before you can duplicate and improve it; however, sometimes a Showing will give you a bit more information.
An example for this? You're reading this. A short creation of my mind put down by my scribe, my Narrator. But they may word it as they like. Sure, she will eventually change Masters. But for now, she is mine, and I may say what I like.
The third part is to wait for them to come. They spring the trap (The Showing for the next cycle also comes around this stage). Fortunately, you can speed up time (using the Magic) so that it is a lot less time in between cycles (otherwise I could have been waiting upwards of eighty years for some of them).
That's the easiest stage: They come in. I leave no way out (and no desire to get out). And the one time one did... well, I have my ways.
The fourth is to kill. One day they wake up into nonbeing. That is the day I get my reward, and so does the world: the brat is gone, to the relief of many, and I get something else to keep me busy, a new obsession. I won't bother with a stupid example for this one. There are people watching my Narrator's back.
But unfortunately for me, it just so happened that I was the 28th generation. The Unlucky. Four and seven are luck for humans, yes. But not for me. No, not at all. Hunting a being makes their 'lucky' your 'unlucky'.
This made sure that I was going to lose. Destined by fate to do so, no matter how long it took.
Let's start with what happened.
My first three Showings told me that they would warn a danger to me of my trap-world. I hunted down and killed them. Easily.
My fourth Showing told me that they would see me for who I truly am, and kill my empire. My family's empire. Millions of years, millions of deaths. I knew I must kill her.
I set up the trap; I made it as beautiful and eccentric as I dared. I designed it so that the Man with Everything would come and never leave. I made it so that it could all turn killing with the push of a button (or a manipulation of the mind, in my case).
But the Magic was stretching, growing weak. So I made it so that the woods surrounding the area would slowly melt into the empty mist that is this place. Raw creation, ready to be molded. I could not include the Well, which could have been a good quick-kill trap... It was one of the worst mistakes of my life, if not the worst. I wanted the pride of it. Maybe I will win with pride someday...
Anyway, I brought her in. And then I let her stew. But she resisted. And escaped. And when I stole for her things that were subtly beautiful, she came back.
But when I locked her with the ghosts... I realized.
I was doing the thing that all evil villans do.
I was trying to prevent something from happening.
And by doing that, I was making it happen.
I still fought hard. Harder than hard. She cheated.
Sure, I was going to, too... but that's not the point.
I still fought. I vowed my revenge from a pact we had made. I sent my right hand out to do my bidding. Get the Key, slit her throat, bring her back. I said it in the wrong order.
I failed again.
But I will not fail. Now I wait, wait for her to leave, to go somewhere else and never return to the scene of her nightmares -
And then I will move, too.
And I will find her.
And I will win.
(A/N): Review, please!
Update 12/28/11: I've decided to continue.
Thank you.