INTRO

You know, if you watch people, like REALLY watch them, you can learn a lot about them.

For instance, a girl I see every day in the hallway wears all black. Her hair is dyed jet black, she wears a black leather jacket, paints her nails black, wears black pants, a long-sleeved black shirt, everything is black. Her eyes, however, are not black. They're a stormy blue rimmed with red from tears. She is, in fact, a girl whose heart is a pale shade of grey, who longs for companionship, for friends who will stand by her when things get tougher than they really are. She cuts herself, if just barely, and hopes someone cares enough to help her when her parents don't care for her at all.

Those people are everywhere, and if you just look, you can see it. It's those people whose hearts can be reached before it's too late.

However, there are some hearts that were dark from the beginning. Hearts such a dark grey they look black from a distance. It's those hearts that are so hard to read, and sometimes, it seems like they have no heart at all.

Back then, I had thought that that was as black as a heart could get.

If only I had the knowledge I do now...

Never before had I encountered a person with a pitch black heart. People like that are dangerous, and become the worst of the worst. Cold blooded mass murderers, the supervillains from movies, the deranged psychopaths who kill for pleasure, and the sickos who prowl around hunting the weak for fun.

And I had one in my high school.

Good thing I knew who he was when I met him.

...Not.

I had no idea who this guy was until it was too late.

He seemed to know everything about me though.

Talk about stalker with a capital S.

I have no idea how he knew everything about me, including my power since I never told anybody about it. Not even my parents knew when they were alive. That's how quiet I was.

Lemme explain...

Ever since I can remember, I've always been able to see hearts. At least, that's what I call them.

I can see a sort of glow emitting from a person's chest, right where their heart is located. The glow ranges from black to white, and the amount of grey in their glow is how much darkness they have in them. Fairly simple, until you look deeper. Then it gets to the emotions. That's harder to explain, but it's like flashes of color that slip in and out of the glow.

It's kind of how a dog can smell fear. Or how a mole can see with it's nose.

Something like that, without the smelling part. I'm not weird like that.

Anyhow, the darker the heart, the harder the read. Basic Feelsology 101.

The only thing about my "power" is that it's either on ALL the FREAKING TIME which can be REALLY EMBARRASSING, if you catch my drift, or it's off, and I can't even get a glow from the most open people.

Needless to say, I get annoyed easily because of it.

But enough about me. I will begin this story with a rather cliche phrase... Blargh. Nope.

Nevermind.

Let's just say it was my alarm clock's fault and leave it at that.

Hey guys. It's been a while, and a short chapter is no way to start up again, but for the life of me, I couldn't think of anything else to add. Blegh.

So a couple things about this story:

1. The plot randomly came to me while I was on the way to swim practice and I was all like, "I wonder what would happen if some dude came into the school and caused a hostage situation." (no spoilers there, I swear.) Completely random, but hey. It's a story plot.

2. I had no idea how to start this story. So I took a bunch of online personality tests to see who the "narrator" would be. You will see the results soon enough (If it wasn't already blatently obvious).

3. This will be updated sporatically, as this is a side story. I'm working on another one with my friend and that's taking up most of my writing time. I might post the first chapter or something if enough people request it.

ANYHOW, I hope you've enjoyed the prologue. Let me know what you think, or if anything doesn't make sense that I need to add later... yeah. Constructive critizism is well recieved, since I can't seem to spell or grammar correctly.

PEACE OFF!

Kale, OUT.