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A/N: Here's another one. Prologue as well. The lines in bold are spoken in English. In future chapters, those lines written in German would also be in bold. Its translation would be written after it in this. - ()

There are no pairings here!

Warning: Short Chapters, Character death, language and possible OOCness...

It was dark, cold and damp.

Where am I now?

The person looked at the left then the right. There was nothing but plain darkness.

"We've got you surrounded. Release the boy and no one will get hurt." He heard someone shout.

They finally found me!

"Not until you give me what I want." He heard his captor's reply.

"You're in no position to do that, sir." Another one said.

"Oh, but I do. I have his kid with me inside," was his captor's reply.

He heard some shuffling on his side. He turned his head to see a man crawling to where he was.

"Hey there, kid. Just keep still for a second." The man whispered.

The man removed his binds and led him away before his captor or his goons could come back there.

Once they were outside, the man told him to hide by the bushes before going back to his post.

"We've got the boy. Surrender now." One of the officers said.

"Sure, like I care about the brat. I just need his father fucking dead anyway," was his captor's immediate reply.

The boy's eyes widened then stood up from his hiding place. This caught his captor's attention.

"Oh. Look what we have here." The man muttered under his breath.

The man pointed the gun at his direction. The boy was frozen in his spot.

Why can't I move?

"Goodbye brat. Your old man would be following you soon though. Don't worry." His captor said in a crazed way.

The crazed man pulled the trigger. That's when everything started in slow motion in the boy's eyes.

"Look out!"

The boy was pushed to the side, away from the bullet's path, saving him. Sadly, the person who saved him was the one who got shot in the chest instead.

The boy looked at his savior only to see his father, lying on the ground, his blood seeping through his clothes.

"I'm glad you're okay." His father whispered before his eyes closed, never to open again.

The memory of his father, his savior, lying on his side, dead, was etched into his memory. He screamed.

A/N: That's it for now. I hope you guys liked this prologue. If there are any questions, feel free to ask.

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