Rain splattered on the pavement of Bowerstone City. Screams mixed with the booming thunder as Edmund peeked outside the window. Wails from his only son came from upstairs: His wife, Christine, also known to the people that she usually terrified, Desperado, was outside on the monthly killing spree. He clutched the curtains with his rough dark hands, seeing a terrified high class woman in a dainty yellow dress shrieking as she ran past in front of the house: Only to be shot down in the back of the head by a bullet, a wail of dismay coming from a man nearby, another gunshot being heard and then the wailing cut off.
The shrouded figure of Christine walked over to the corpse of the woman and she kicked it with her hard leather boot: Her unnaturally colored pink hair dangling over scarred red eyes and the black collar of her assassin coat covering pretty much all of her face. A guard ran at her, bellowing in anger, "STOP THAT WOMAN!"
Christine only laughed and whipped out her sword, beheading the man in one slash, blood splattering on the window Edmund was looking out of. She opened the door and walked in, leaving a faint trail of bloody footsteps while slamming the door shut behind her. "Somebody shut that maggot up!" She snapped, talking about her son who was shrieking at the top of his lungs in his crib upstairs. Her gloved hand snatched up some rum from the table, biting off the corked lid and spitting it on the floor near her demon-like dog who had taken his spot on the front chair in front of the fire where he spent most of his time before chugging down the liquid inside.
Edmund didn't know why he married Christine; She was evil and cruel, killing iddocent citizens for amusement! His four-year-old daughter, Tiny, was standing on the stairway, her rag doll dangling in her plump little arms, tears trickling down her pink face. The small child was in her pale and clothy nightgown: Obviously woken up from the screams outside, her even younger sister who was only two, unable to talk properly yet, was standing behind her and trembling, holding up the side of her older sisters blue gown to hide from her mother's gaze.
The husband swallowed his fear. "I don't deserve to be treated like this, nor do our children!" He snapped at Christine. "I'm leaving and taking them with me, you'll never see us again, you insane wench!"
BANG!
Edmund saw Christine whip out her rifle once more and aim it at him, the bullet flying out and hitting him flat in the chest: He felt himself falling and slammed onto his knees, clutching a hand over the wound near the heart, blood staining his yellow shirt. He tried to scream but only blood fell out of his mouth, falling on his chest. What would become of his children? 'Please, lord… Don't make them grow up with her…' He prayed in his mind, 'Let it be over.'
The blurry figure of what he used to call his wife placed the barrel of the gun to his head: He could hardly hear the gunshot as the world faded black.
Yes, this story will be continued: After all, this is a prologue, setting up the story. Desperado is my character from fable, I accidently shot her husband, Edmund, when he said he was leaving her during one of my killing rampages. Hehe… Whoops.