Prologue
A man clad in black walks silently up a dark hill. His eyes are black and dangerous, revealing no sign of life. His musty black trench coat is yanked from him by the loud whistling wind, even though he holds onto it with all his might. His mouth abruptly creeps into a evil grin. He has found it, at last. Looming above him is a vast, victorian style building. Moss creeps up it's rock sides, and tall vines have clambered to a broken window on the top floor. Trees penetrate through the crumbly wall, leaving rubble collected on the floor beneath. A soft creaking sound can be heard as a figure inside shuffles across the wooden floorboards. The man takes this all in, and then moves noiselessly behind a thick oak tree detecting for more people inside. He finds no more, so he pulls a new black pistol from his back pocket and takes a few deep breaths. Firmly gripping the clasp, he surges brutally forward until he reaches the mouldy wooden door, kicking the painted slab with all his might.
About a half a mile away, four children are being ushered to sleep by their mother.
"Children, your father will be fine" she keeps repeating. But one boy, a young teenager with cold blue eyes begs to differ.
"No mother, you are wrong. You must wait, you are wrong"
The boy sprawls onto his mattress, pulling the itchy bedcovers up to his chin and immediately falls into a deep slumber. The mother looks worriedly at the sick child before her and leans to kiss his sandy forehead. She then stands up and looks around the small, dirty room at her four kids, all fast asleep. Wiping her hands on her ripped cotton dress, she stumbles out of the dark room into a kitchen. Dirty plastic plates are stacked near a bucket full with a few drops of water. The walls are half broken, revealing the dark desert beyond. A splintered wooden chair sits at one dark corner of the room. She sits down on the damp ragged carpet in the middle and buries her face in her hands, hoping for the best. A second later, she hears wild gunshots echoing through the dark night sky. Her face melts and she starts crying uncontrollably, mentally pushing out the cries of 3 children from the other room. One child is still asleep, his blue eyes concealed behind his dark eyelids, oblivious to the cries of the rest of his family around him.