The Book of Betrayal

by Of Monsters And Men

This story is about a boy with two names, a dog, a long lost mother, a uncle who has changed his name five times, and a master mind criminal as a relitive. You wouldn't call this an oridinary life, but this isn't an oridinary story either.

Betrayal. The word came into his mind…. Why yes, it made sense, if you were, at this very moment, a man named Frederick Heartmen. You also must remember, that just because his name had the word heart in it, didn't mean he had one, but that didn't mean he didn't have any feeling….well he only had anger, and he may or may not still be in passion of the feelings, compassion, love, and happiness, but only he so far, still knew. So, as of right now, he was feeling betrayal, of all feelings, because he, obviously, had just been betrayed, by his own sister. Not that he cared about her. He had been betrayed into having to take in this young annoying excuse of a baby. He glared at it, and watched it look so peaceful. It had soft blue eyes, like him, which he resented heavily for having blue eyes, wishing he had black eyes, that he thought looked fiercer.

"You do realize you are going to have to give him a name, Frederick?"

"Betrayal." said the man rather bitterly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Betrayal, his name shall be Betrayal." said the man, who heavily hated having to repeat himself, unless he was repeating a threat.

"And, I assume, you are going to take him, as they say, under your wing, Frederick?" He hadn't thought of this, and had suddenly stopped his glare. This baby could- no would, grow up to do great things.

"Of course." "Now, go out and hire someone to watch that thing, I have things to attend, and people to ruin." said Frederick. Most people, if they were talking to anyone else, who had just said that, would have laughed, but if you knew Frederick Heartmen, you would have known that he wasn't kidding.

"Frederick, may I call him B?" asked the small man, staring at the baby. "It's short for Betrayal," the small man added quickly.

"Do whatever you wish; I have no intentions of paying any sort of attention to that thing until it is old enough to be taught."

"Frederick, thank you," said the small man.

"If you weren't my brother, I would have yelled at you for even thanking me, you know how I feel about people thanking me for things," said the man in an even worse sounding tone than before.

"You should be off, I'll look after B, I assure you."

And so, that was how it all began, the story, the story I like to call, the Story of Betrayal.