… This is what happens when I get sick and tired of reading fanfic about Kid's childhood in Shibusen. Hehehe…

Disclaimer: No I don't own Soul Eater or Kid, or many of these characters. There's a chance I might own you, though.

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Prologue

1775- England

I was born sometime in 1765 as a slave in London, England. They gave me not a name, but a number at birth, #13. People thought that I was unlucky and few would take me, and besides, most slaves had African roots at that time. I kept jumping from one owner to another since someone close to the owner always died after I come. People even thought that I was cursed or had something to do with those deaths. It was pathetic, all I was doing was following what they've commanded me to do. It's not my fault if someone dies a few days after they buy me. But that "curse" has saved me from several horrible owners, except for my last one.

One day, a hermit in the outskirts of the city had bought me to do errands and basically have someone to talk to. I believe his name was Noah, and he had a fetish for collecting anything and talking to it all day. Amazing he didn't end up in an asylum.

"You know," said Noah, "You seem to be one of the better things that I have collected."

"… May I ask how?" I asked, from the two years I served him, I knew that he was as crazy as you can get, and any assumptions you make of him are probably wrong. Noah walked up closer to me and put his cold hand on my cheek.

"All the living things that I have collected have died in a couple of days or abandon me. Yet, you're still here."

"That's because all my other choices would lead to worse circumstances."

"Hmm…" I felt Noah's other hand reaching down towards my pants, "Acting smart, are you?" He started to come even closer, his head laying down on mine.

"Wh- what are you-?" I started to panic. I've heard rumors of Noah molesting people and… worse. My breathing started to get faster. Backing away to the wall, I saw that there was a piece of metal on the table. A dagger. Without bothering to think, I grabbed the dagger as fast as I could.

I stabbed him.

Noah gasped, the blood spilling out of his chest. I pushed harder with the dagger, letting the blood to squirt on my face and clothes. He fell onto the floor, twitching his fingers here and there and moaning. He soon became quiet, lifeless, the blood spreading around the ground, staining the floor a crimson red. Trembling, I sat down, breathing heavily. It happened so fast, too fast.

But… now that I think of it, Noah's face looked calmer than ever. So… peaceful.

An emotion flooded to me, one that I have never experienced. It gave me a certain… feeling of joy towards the action I have just committed.

Death. Many people are afraid of it and hate it since it separates them from their loved ones. But for me…

I like it. No, I love it.

An evil smile escaped to my face, and my grip on the dagger strengthened.

Now I know why Death has always come to my owner's lives. He wanted me as his messenger, his apprentice. And Death wants me to start a killing spree.

This is going to be sweet.

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And there's the Prologue!

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