I swore I'd never forget the first time I saw him. Spattered in blood from head to toe, the calm look in his eyes belying his otherwise disheveled appearance, and the chaos around us. At first I backed away slowly, unable to tear my eyes from the scattered bodies of the other children and the caretakers of the prison-like orphanage I called home. But when one finger slipped back past the trigger guard of the gun in his hand, I found my common sense, turned, and ran down the hall as fast as I could.
He walked calmly behind me, knowing there was nowhere I could escape to. None of the rooms I passed would provide a route out of the building, and there was no way I would risk jumping from the eighth floor window to get to the street. When I reached the end of the hallway, I turned back to face him, trying to appear brave though tears rimmed my eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" My voice wavered as he came closer. He stared at me blankly, and said as if it were the most simple thing in the world,
"I was told to. It is my job." Now he had me cornered, and raised his gun, pointing the barrel between my eyes.
"Please..." I whispered, my voice failing me and a tear escaping. I closed my eyes and prepared for the end, but he hesitated. I looked at him, finding him with a new expression, one of questioning. His finger was removed from the trigger again, and he looked me over, a scrawny nine year old in a tattered nightgown that had ceased being white years before it came to be mine.
"Why are you crying?" He asked. His green eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, and I finally understood what he really was.
"Be-because you're going to kill me," I whimpered. "Like you killed the others."
"But you serve no purpose without the master's blessings. Why do you wish to continue a meaningless existence in this place?" I had no answer, and his trigger finger began creeping back toward its place, and my eyes grew wide with fear as he took a last step toward me. For a moment, the still hot barrel singed a mark on my forehead, but by the grace of some deity, he tripped over the loose board I'd remembered to dodge. I was relieved for a second, thinking maybe I'd escape, but when he fell, he slammed into me, and the next thing I knew I was crashing through the glass of the large window behind me.
The next time I opened my eyes I was still laying in the street, surrounded by the shimmering shards of broken glass, fire spewing from the windows of the building I'd plummeted from. My whole body was encased in searing pain, and I lacked the strength to move even when a shadowy figure leaned over me.
"Was that your home, child?" the stranger asked in a low, resonant voice. I opened my mouth a little to answer but couldn't find my voice. "Do you wish for revenge?"
"Y-yes." He smiled, a chilling sight.
"Sleep now, and your revenge will come." I blinked a few times at this man, studying his gray-green eyes, then closed my eyes and gave in to sudden exhaustion.
A/N: sorry, short chapter! but it's the right place to cut the prologue thing, putting it with chapter seemed wierd to me. enjoy!!