AN- Hello! First off thank you for taking the time to at least open this page and read this chapter! This story is an idea I've had rolling around in my head for years but had never really known how to put it down correctly. I'm not an experienced writer, so there will be mistakes but then again I'm human so there will always be a mistake or two. Anyway, do enjoy and I'd be extremely thankful if you leave a review!
Prologue
Fall of 1996 in New York City, a cold and chilled wind blows gently in the night through the Woodhaven district. Timeworn and well traveled, the streets of Woodhaven are all but vacant, spare the dozens of parked cars along them. A deli-dinner sits open with lights on and open for business, though looking at the sign on the hazy glass door says it'll close soon. The sign is moved out of the way as a couple exits the dinner with a small laugh.
A well-dressed man turns on to the weathered streets, looking closely at the man you could see his chocolate brown, short hair, and dull forest green eyes. He smiles, revealing a dimple on his right cheek, looking down at his slightly shorter companion and saying something. Said companion, a beautiful woman with long, bleach blonde hair and chilling blue eyes, lets out another laugh before leaning on the gentleman. Together, they walk taking a number of turns before stopping outside a two-floored house with a brick base. The two ascend a small set of stairs that lead up to the quaint front porch of the home, making small talk before arriving at the front door with a squeaky top hinge. Opening the door, the gentleman allowed his partner to enter first, planting a kiss on her lips as she entered.
Several months later in the two-floored house, The small and tear-jerking cries of a child can be heard. The once clean, and organized interior of the home is now trashed, and disheveled. Garbage covering most of the floor stains apparent on the now tarnished furniture, and many long passed due bills stacked on the countertop. Atop the small wood-fueled hearth in the living room are several picture frames. The largest frame, one made of dark wood, holds a family picture. The gentleman can be seen holding a child bundled in a comfortable blanket, standing next to an elderly couple in the photo. The kitchen table is overturned with a great number of dirty dishes and unfinished food scattered across the floor. Several chairs are still in their original positions around the table, with one out in the middle of the kitchen. Unlike the others, this chair is overturned under a ceiling fan with the body of the gentleman dangling limply over it. His once chocolate brown, short hair is now long and greasy, his clothes in tatters.
Moving away from the ghastly scene in the kitchen and into a smaller room tucked away in the back of the house. An overturned chest lies still, toys spilled across the floor of a nursery. A baby crib, with a small chandelier slowly turning above it, holds the cries of an infant. The child continues to cry, as the front door to the house opens with a man in uniform stepping inside. Arriving in the nursery, the police officer speaks into the radio on his shoulder before picking up the child, causing a piece of paper and a pendant to fall back into the crib. Soothing the child, he looks at the piece of paper and reads the name scrawled on it, "Nix Henwick."