Until the End

by Maruba

Sequel to Finding Our Midnight City. They thought it was over, that they would finally be safe and possibly tell the world of their existence and experiences. However, that will never be the case. As long as someone can find someway to use their powers for war, they will never be left alone. They will never be safe. Read Finding Our Midnight City before reading this. Trust me.

1. Prologue

a/n Hey! So I decided to do a sequel to my fic, "Finding Our Midnight City". If you haven't already read it, I'd advise going to my profile and reading the story now so you understand kind of what the fuck is happening in this one.

Disclaimer: It's called FANfiction

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Bright eyes, flicking around in the darkness. A bright, sharp sword glinting in the moonlight, faded with the rusty colored tinge of blood. Behind this creature, on the ground, bodies of dead children, darkness oozing out of them. Children who'd had gifts, powers, struck down in their path. To protect them, he said. The save them from the monsters that plagued his own existence since he was a very young child.

He wiped his own sword clean and put it in its holster. He walked away from the carnage, not bothering to look back at the innocent bodies. There was no point. Nothing he could do now could bring them back, and even if he could, it was better this way. It was better for them to be dead than to have to suffer the curses their powers gave to them. In a world that wanted to destroy their humanity, it was perhaps best if they just never existed in the first place.

The moonlight illuminated the ground around him, creating a long silhouette into the night, a monstrous figure that he felt was very fitting. He was born with powers, abilities, and had been shaped through years of experimentation and torture into the ultimate weapon. He killed. He killed people of all types, children even. Especially children.

But was he really a monster? He stopped walking to consider this point, wind blowing through his hair. The only sound around him was the soft rustling of the leaves in the trees, which had just begun turning the color of fire and falling to the ground. Was he a monster if he was trying to save them? He wanted them to have a better life than he did. Their only chance of that happening, now that their powers had been discovered, was that the children die before they got their hands on them.

The monster began to walk again, his path barely illuminated by the full moon above him.

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OKAY SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE AS TO WHY THIS CHAPTER WAS SO SHORT! It's called... A PROLOGUE. There you go. Pleeease r&r and I should have chapter 1 up tonight.