Author's notes:

This is pretty much like Mafia, except I will do more chapters. The last one was too short in my opinion. Enjoy!

Actual story:

I wake up. The cold sweat on my face has dampened my sheets. For what I am about to face is beyond what I would imagine for a 20 year old me. Like, really. 12 year old me would think I would be a prince on a castle. But... no. That's not what happened at ALL. Instead, I am the Prince's slave working against humanity.

The steps I take towards my cupboard might be my last. This cereal might be my last. These thoughts take over my head. Its all I can think about. Its taking over my life. Something has to change. Something just... just has too.

I gaze out my window. Everyone is getting ready for the battle. "Don't make me kill someone, don't make me kill someone" I repeat in my head. The stress is killing me. I hope, I just hope that I have done enough to not become a gangsta or a serial killer. Or a vampire for that matter!

I hear the knocks on my door. I walk over there. Only, I break into tears when I see who it is. Alfred. Prince Alfred. The man who could either make me live. Live into my dream. Or, into a psychopath.

"Note, for you Nathan. Sundown starts. Good luck, you'll need it" He says, about to turn away

"WAIT! What do you mean I will need it?" I say, about to collapse on the ground

"Luck. You'll need it"

"But, why?"

"You'll need it. There is nothing else to it."

Alfred walks away. I can't stop thinking about why I will need luck. I know, I am just a wimpy, weak man but I am a man, after all. And if I'm not a man, then no one is. No one will ever be a man. I am the superhero of 1997, after all.

I pick the note above the floor. In fine lettering, it says my fate. The thing I will be for ever and ever. All because of one man. The one man that decides my fate might be my worst enemy. But, he might be my best friend. He might be the reason I am insane. He might be the reason I am socially unstable. He might be the reason why I am always teased about being a future Psychopath!

I read the note. I gasp. I fall on the floor. "They...were...right..." I say in my mind. Everything lead up to this moment. Everything made me into this.

I fill into rage. He was the reason I am like I am. He is the reason I am on the verge of death. He is the reason I might DIE because of him. He is the reason why I am a psychopath. He is the reason why I am like I am.

He. HE is the reason I am a serial killer.

My emotions go away. I feel nothing. My hands go numb. Red fills my eyes. Red is all I can think about. Blood is consuming me. No hate. Just pure death. I will kill. I know that. I will murder. I will stab. I will go and full fill my life. Screw Alfred anyway. He will just become my dinner. He will be my breakfast. Just some time. Time will become my friend.

My mouth twitches. I cant feel anything any more. I will never turn back. Never. Never in my whole life. I pledge on my life. I feel it. I smell it. I know it.

Authors last sayyyy:

Firstly, I have to apologise to the fact that this A) Sucks. B) Too short & C) I messed up. C might not be so obvious, but I can tell you, there is. ALSO! I wont promise when the next chapter is. Only because, my lazy bum will make my fingers go numb and all the rest of it. BUT, what I can promise is that it will be posted in the near future. If not, please slap me.

peece out bro