Darkness. I couldn't see anything else. It was around me. Fuelled the hate I felt. Lightning struck the black nightsky every so often, causing my daggers to shine. Cold wind hissed through the treetop's leaves I was hiding in. There, at a distance, was a dark silhouette followed by another walking with it. Above them flew a little shadow. This had to be him. The man who had caused all this fury; all this wrath inside of me. He had to be blamed. For everything. And he would pay, that I had sworn to myself. And how he had to pay. With nothing less than his life. The black cloud deep inside of me got even darker. Everything felt cold. Dull. Maybe the thought of revenge was to blame. No, it wasn't just a thought. It was more of an urge, I longed for it. As if I couldn't keep on living without getting revenge. A crackle. The branch I used as a lookout didn't seem so stable. But it had to keep its steadiness. At least till- Voices! I could hear voices. Muffled, but clearly audible. This male voice. It creeped me out to the core. I shuddered. This was it for certain. This voice belonged to the man who had my father's life on his conscience. Rage soared inside me once again. God, this man had to pay. I couldn't- I just couldn't live on with the knowledge of not avenging my father. Alone the thought of it made me feel sick.
Both the silhouettes came nearer, closely followed by the attached voices. They couldn't even suspect what would happen to them now. The setting, the whole scenery, was way too beautiful for this night. Calm and quiet. The river next to the street mirrored the bright moonlight. A soft breeze stirred grass and leaves. Here and there you could hear a small mouse's cheeping or a little cat's padding. An almost dreamy night. But all of that didn't stir my interest. I stared into my right hand. The silver blade flashed brightly in the moonlight. Just a little bit more. A few centimetres more and I would- My heart pounded. Revenge. Vengeance. This feeling of Justice. Then I leaped. I just let myself fall onto him. A small cut. A gurgle. Not even a squeal was heard from the female voice next to us. She couldn't even utter a screech. Blood trickled from the dagger onto my hand. And as swift as I had been there, I disappeared. He was dead. I felt the woman look after me. I didn't know if she had recognized me. But right at this moment I couldn't care less. Everything in my head screamed for revenge. And revenge I had gotten. The proof lay lifeless on the floor, several metres behind me. But as good as this vengeance felt, I wasn't aware of the consequences...
A/N: So, I plan this to be a very long multichapter story, but because I write in two languages (first in german, than I translate it to english) it'll probably take a while to update.
But I surely hope you enjoyed the prologue :D
All right go to riot btw .-. I own nothing, except fo the idea :3