Okay so yes I know I've been gone for some time, but I'll make it up by making a real story of original characters.
It's based off my own experiences so some of the elements and themes are in fact true (THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC IMAGEREY OF REALISTIC FICTION AND CONTAINS A LOT OF GORE) In the present and past I've dealt with triumphs and tragedies but this story takes it to a new level. I guarantee you'll be attached to the characters…and warning it is a love and death story. You may ship one pair, and it ends up in shambles. Kinda like Romeo and Juliet in a sense of the forbidden love and then death. I'm not giving anything else away, find out for yourself in The Heartbroken Prisoner!
PROLOGUE: HEATHENS
Oh it's you… you're late as usual. Do I need to tell you again?
My name is Heathens. Some people call me filthy scum, some people call me murderer, the rest call me killer.
These pet names come with a price obviously… But society knows this already.
You didn't know that… when I've told you several times? Wow you're such a dumbass.
Sit your ass down and let me tell you my side of this tale.
From the beginning…
the truth through and through….
Prologue con.
I was taken to a small village, one that trains assassins. I was about 10 years' old when I learned how to make a deadly poison from the common weed. Depressing, yes. Unnecessary, no. I got first my first real target when I was 20 years old. But that's a story for another day. During my training, I was on top of almost everything, therefore the top student. I was that popular kid that everyone desired to be. The one who was smart, cunning, smug, and ruthless.
Nonetheless, every kid looked up to me in a differently, metaphorically and physically. Then I met her…my best friend named Anya. We did everything together from pick pocketing to laughing.
I sure miss that…and her…
I got off track, as I was saying…
I somewhat knew my parents, sadly I hope they don't remember me. Before I was even called a traitor, I was an alien to this town apparently. It was because of my eyes…were entirely black. The townsfolk called me "demon child" or "possessed being." But they couldn't see that my black eyes, were a tool they'd need in the future. Anya never called me that…never did she ever. Anya was the only real friend I did things with. She was different in a way I could never explain and I learned that much later in my life.
What no! I didn't do it with her... Geez you're a dumbass and a pervert.
When she died however I wa-
What why!? I didn't kill her, why would I kill my…
forget it….and good riddance.
I'll be coming out with the next chapter in about a week or so. Be prepared
