Ok. So I decided to make another story. I made up all the characters myself and I'm pretty proud of it. I sure hope this captures the readers attention! Enjoy!
Prologue
I am in a great rush right now. There's not much time for a long explanation. All you can do now is listen to the story and hope for the best. Everything will become clear to you in the end.
This is a story about the life of a teenager. She was simply known as Goth or the Goth. Every time she passed by people that were tending to their yard, they would whisper quietly: "The Goth is here. We'd better watch our tongue else she'll slay us."
Goth heard everything. She knew everything. She was the subject of most stories. Adults used her to scare their children into not going out at night. She was a feared criminal. Every time she passed by on her daily patrol, the village would be shushed into silence. Everyone would watch her out of the corner of their eye and pretend to not be paying any attention. But they paid attention alright. As a matter of fact, they paid close attention. They never knew when the next murder would come creeping behind their backs…
But none of these things were true about The Goth. Not much people know about her background. All they knew was that she was to be feared and watched out for. Or so they thought.
Goth would come out on her daily patrols every day, never early, never late. She would appear mysteriously, seemingly out of thin air from 10-12 in the morning to the afternoon, then 6-8 at night. No one knew the reasons for this but they did know this: She was different from anybody else. She may appear as a teenager in black, but legend says, she's been haunting the village of Darchaeus (pronounced Dar-kae-us) for millennia. Darchaeus is a ghost town. But once people enter, they never get out, for the guardian is none other than The Goth.
Thus begins the story of a teenage girl, seemingly unknown to the outside world…