Summary: His anger and hatred grew each day that they lived; his final revenge was coming soon, on the night of the Shadowhunter. Rating may change later. AAML. R&R!!!
Ash: 18
Brock: 22
Misty: 17 (he, he)
TR: Meh, does it matter?
The Shadowhunt
I: Origin
He sat there, staring at the people said to be his 'parents.' He couldn't stand them; he didn't want them to live. Their savage hypocritical ways always surrounded their bodies the like sorrow and pain that surrounded his soul. He could smell it, and it made him sick. Their extreme ignorance angered him, they believed they were being fair, yet all his life he was treated as though he was the ignorant one. He couldn't take it much longer; every second they lived, his anger, hate, and bitterness grew.
Not much longer, he thought as he retreated to his room—his home and shelter for his bottled anger of sixteen years—for his daily venting on various household items, and then the hunt will begin…
Merely a prologue of sorts. R&R.