Disclaimer: I credit my friend Chris for the original idea for Dark Desires. Enjoy everyone!

Dark Desires

Book 0: Rise of a Dark Soul

Prologue

A long time ago, there was a boy, a boy who loved his friends and family but recently had to endure excruciating hardships. His heart was broken and he became a very weary soul that wandered through life as it passed him by. His name was Chris, and this is where the end began.

Chapter I: An Undeniable Offer

It was a hot summer day, Chris was sitting alone by a gravestone in a cemetery. "Sigh, what am I to do?" he moaned as he was leaning on the headstone. He stood up and looked up at the sky as a tear fell from his face. The only thing that he could mutter before he left was the name that was etched into the tombstone that left a scar that ran deep through Chris's heart.

"Katie..." he muttered.

He started to walk through the gravesite looking at all of the people that have been laid to rest. He thought about his future and realized it was as dead as those in their graves and it made him chuckle in self pity. He thought about crying but he didn't want to make himself look weak. So he buried his pain inside himself like he usually would about other things. As he was about to leave the cemetery, he noticed a tall man in very stylish trench-coat and fedora awaiting him. He was squinting his eyes and had a very large smile on his face that managed to give Chris the shivers, which normally wasn't easy to do.

"Excuse me, ahem, if I may have a moment of your time?" he asked in a friendly tone.

"Look, I'm not interested in whatever religion you're preaching. Just leave me alone." Chris walked directly passed the man without giving him a second look.

"Well that was very rude, especially since I'm here to help you Christopher Andrew Engels."

Chris looked back at the green haired man and he was still smiling eerily. He wondered how this man knew his name and why he was here.

"What are you getting at?" he said.

"That's better. Now I that have your attention, lets talk business shall we?"

"What business?"

"Your path to power of course."

Suddenly Chris's heart skipped a beat as the man before him uttered those words.

"Ok, what's up with you and how do you know about that?"

"That I'm afraid is none of your business. Name's Hazama. Now I would love to stick around to smell the corpses, but I'm on a tight schedule so I need an answer now if you don't mind?"

"What?"

"Sigh, yes or no kid?" Hazama angrily.

Chris thought for a moment. The problem was that this seemed to good to be true. For years he had dreamed about receiving power, like the heroes that he read on comic books but such beliefs were frowned upon, so he gave up on those dreams long ago. Yet, this Hazama character shows up mysteriously offering him "power". Regardless, Chris didn't second guess himself and answered, "Of course I'm gonna say yes. You think I'm stupid?"

Hazama chuckled.

"What's up?"

"Oh no it's nothing. Now if you'll follow me to my car."

Chris obeyed and followed the tall, lanky Hazama to his stylish black Cadillac. They got in the car and Hazama drove off. They went through Castaic and finally came up to Val Verde, where Chris resided. However, instead of taking the left turn at the forked road to Chris's home, Hazama drove straight into Hasley Canyon, an area populated by upper class people.

Confused, Chris said, "Hey, where are you going my house is that way."

"That's funny, I could've sworn you wanted that "power" I was talking about. Oh well, I guess I'll drop you off and go home," said Hazama retaining his smile.

"Oh believe me I do. I just don't see what this dump has to do with it."

"You'll see."

They drove deeper into the canyon until eventually they came across a dead end. It appeared that this was where Hazama was planning on taking Chris. They got out and Chris asked, "Well now what?"

"Now you're going to listen to my instructions." Hazama pointed to a forest that was about fifteen minutes away from there position and continued. "In that forest lies what you seek, or something like that. Head to the center until you come across an old temple. You'll know what to do when you get there."

"That's it? Are you sure you're not playing me?" Chris asked skeptically.

"Right, and this kind of shit happens to you everyday doesn't it?"

"Good point."

"And here, take these. You'll need them." Hazama tossed two metal objects to Chris. He caught them and saw that it was a pair of butterfly knives. Chris looked at Hazama with a questionable look on his face but he could tell Hazama wasn't joking.

"Thanks," said Chris.

Hazama waved his hat and got into his car and drove away. Chris looked out towards the forest once more. He took a deep breath and stashed his knives in his coat pockets and began his trek towards his destiny.

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