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A/N: Hello everyone. I thought I might try and write something new, something a bit darker. This is a Mobward story. I would really really appreciate it if you guys let me know what you think of the prologue. I want to know your opinions and thoughts and suggestions. Should I continue or not? Let me know, I value all your opinions and take them to heart.
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~Prologue~
I was seven years old when my mother died. I remember a man in the room. He had blue eyes that never looked my way. I was near the bay window attempting to read a thick heavy book about insects. A spider crawled up my arm that morning and it was very scary.
The man had rung the bell. My mother had opened the door. My mother then began to scream and back away from the door as the man calmly walked in to the house and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a three buttoned black suit and shoes that squeaked as they hit the hardwood floor. He gave my mother one hard look and she fell quite instantly. She kept looking at me, her lips quivering and her eyes begging me- I didn't know what was going on. I looked at mother and then looked at the man; I then proceeded to look at the man as he pulled out a shiny black instrument from the inside of his jacket.
"I Love you." Said my mother with a strong steady voice "Never forget me. Always keep me in you-"
But that was it. That was all she could say to me because when I blinked she was dead. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide and glassy and right between her eyes was a bullet hole. Blood was running down her face and pooling around her head.
I remember the surrealism that surrounded the situation. How I couldn't believe it. I remember the man speaking just as I was about to implode and rush to her side.
"Don't go near her. She's filth." His voice was soft and quiet as he tucked his gun away. I took a step towards her, disregarding what the man had said- My eyes were brimming with tears, my brain unable to comprehend what was going on.
It was then that the man looked at me for the first time. His icy blue eyes paralyzed me and I felt my heart thumb harder in my chest. I felt pure fear coarse through my small body at the danger that his eyes threatened. I took a step back and held my tears in.
"Smart girl." He said dusting off his suit "Follow me; I'm taking care of you from now on."
I looked at his back as he walked away from my dead mother and headed to the door. I was petrified and my legs wouldn't move. I wanted to lie next to my mother; the blood wouldn't have bothered me. I wanted to close her eyes and then pretend that we were both sleeping next to each other.
The man paused at the doorway and pushed his blonde hair out of his eyes as he looked back at me "I thought you were a smart girl?"
I remember looking at my mother's body one last time and then looking at the framed picture of her and I both hung on the wall behind her. She was smiling brightly with a twinkle in her eyes and me in her arms. I remember burning that picture into my memory. I remember nodding and slowly moving my legs.
I followed the blonde man.