Hey, I'm here with a new story. I hope you like the prologue.
The door creaked open to reveal a man holding a knife, his head covered by a black mask. He walked through the door, the floorboards creaking slightly as he walked through the house. He walked up the stairs quietly.
In a different room, there was a teenage boy, attempting to do his homework, while his mom was out shopping. He heard a creak in the hallway, and wondered if his mother was back. "Mom, is that you?" He called out, hoping it was his mom that was there. He grabbed the baseball bat that his mom had put there just in case something was wrong.
When the opened his room door, he didn't expect to see a man with a black mask, and holding a knife, near his bedroom. He freaked out at the sight of the man, attempting to swing his bat, but his arms had seemingly lost all its strength. He backed up into his room, wanting to put distance between himself and the intruder.
He was afraid of the man in front of him. The man had to be about a foot taller than the boy. The man was also probably 50 pounds heavier.
The boy freaked out and felt himself trip as he backed up. He let out a yelp, as he fell down on his butt. The man had started moving closer and closer to his prey. The boy managed to get up on his feet before the man got too close.
He held the bat with shaky hands. The man laughed, finding the boys struggling to be amusing.
The boy took the moment the man started laughing as an opportunity.
He swung the bat with as much strength as he could muster.
Crack!
The force and the hit smacked the man into the wall. The boy saw the man twitch, and begin to move. He panicked, and brought the bat up and swung it back down onto the man.
Crack!
The man twitched a muscle. So the boy swung again.
Crack!
The head was bleeding now. But the boy wasn't sure, so he swung again.
Crack!
And again.
Crack!
And again.
Crack!
When he was done, he looked at the bloody man that was no longer moving, and whose breathing had stopped.
He grabbed the phone in his room and called the police.
The boy had just killed a man.
The boy couldn't have been older than fifteen.
The boy's name was Sawada Tsunayoshi.
i had gotten the idea for this story yesterday, right before I was going to bed. So yeah. The guardians might be involved, or they might not. Also, for the story "Reborn as Yamamoto Himeko", I'm going to have a poll for her weapon.