The snow fell ignoring the fact of the bloodshed that had just happened in the small cavern, it quietly covers up the tracks of the sin that had just occurred.

My Sin.

How did all of it begin? I don't even know myself. I guess if I had to give you a specific date, around three months ago when my mother died giving birth. My father was grief stricken. Yes, now that I think about it that is when it all began. When I started to notice my father was behaving differently. He'd begin to go out at night something that he never did of fear that someone might come and take advantage of his absence.

I'm forgetting something. Something important, oh yes! Three weeks after my mother died and my father began to act differently, murders starting occurring in the town not to far from our little cavern. Rumors began to spread like wild fire and when I caught ear about one of them I got frightened. My father could be behind the murders.

Three nights after I heard the awful rumors I began fallowing my father. That's when I saw it.

The most disturbing thing I had ever seen with my eyes, my father turned into some mechanical weapon contraption. I couldn't help but let out a loud yelp when I had seen this. The giant mechanical like ball turned around and stared directly at me. I was frozen. I couldn't move.

Where could I go? If I went to the town more people would most likely die and if I went back home I'd be trap. What could I do?

That fear seemed to have triggered something inside of me. Some sort of instinct that was always there but I didn't know how to use it. I began to run to my house as possible, going trough the narrowest paths I new that thing would have trouble getting trough.

Ratatata! Ratata!

Shit, don't tell me that thing is an actual weapon? And it has a machine gun? Just great! I bit down on my teeth and kept from looking back at the sound of a tree falling down. Why was it even going trough so much trouble in fallowing me? No time for wondering need to get home.

After what felt like an hour of running I finally arrived to my house and looked for something that I could use to defend myself. Kitchen knife? No, to small. Baseball bat? It'll brake if that thing was made of metal.

Crap! I could hear it getting closer. As I kept rummaging trough the stuff that could be considered weapons a dark shadow fell onto the house.

No time to think, it's time for action. I grabbed the first thing that came to my hand walked crawled out of one of the side windows. When I got a glimpse of what I had grabbed it was a lead pipe. Now when the hell did we get this? Ah who cares! I'm in the border line of life and death here!

With the pipe in hand I crawled up to the top of the house.

What the hell was I doing? I have no idea. Something in me told me I had to destroy that monstrosity. On top of that what ever this thing was it had taken away my father and to top it off it had killed so many innocent people.

As I reached the top of the house anger began to fill me as I remembered that this ting had killed might of also killed my father. I hadn't noticed this then but before I jumped down and hit that thing with all my force. Thanks to what ever miracle I was able to slice trough that monster.

I stood there, realizing that what I had just split in half wasn't that machine but my father, or at least what I taught was him. My eyes widen when I recognized his solemn smile and I couldn't help but to let a scream so hoarse that I think it echoed trough out the surrounding forest. And ever since that day I've had those same damn machines appear near my house.

Now we're back in the present day. Odd, now that I think about it everything bad that has happened to me so far has had the number three involved.

"That makes seven now," I said as I kicked the blood covered snow.

Strange, each time they appear they keep appearing in human form. But what's even stranger is that now I'm starting to tell the difference between these things and humans. I don't know if I should feel grateful or condemned. What where these things anyway, and why were they targeting me?

I climbed back on top of my house and stayed watch until I knew it was clear to go back inside. I held the pipe that I've been using close to my chest and waited. If nothing came within and hour I could go inside and take a shower. Honestly I reeked.

After some time I checked my watch. 6:15p.m. it's been 30 minutes since the last one. Maybe there wasn't another one coming. I stood up and braced my self to climb down the side of the house. You'd think climbing up on something that's covered in snow bad? Well try climbing down, it's ten times worse.

But before I could even take my first step down I heard a distant sound of bickering voices.

"The reports that brother gave us says that people have been mysteriously disappearing here,"

"Do you think an innocence is involved or an akuma?"

"Don't know. It might just be some psychopath killer as well."

Killer? Yes, I guess that is what I've become. It's not like I wanted to, I had no other choice, right? Am I going to be damned for killing? Even if it is these monstrosities?

I continued to make my way down making sure not to make a sound. But unfortunately I miss calculated the amount of ice on the railings of the roof, and ended up falling on my ass. Damn, I hope they didn't here that.

"Who's there?"

I heard one of them yell. Santa Clause. I wanted to say that so badly but kept my self from it. I've come to learn from muttering useless stuff like that in the presence of these things. I quickly sprung up and pressed my back against the wall of the cabin.

"Must have been your imagination Lenalee," said the male one as they began to walk toward my house.

But then the girl stopped abruptly.

"Allen look," she said as she squatted down near the patch of blood that I had neglected to cover up. "This patch of land here is covered with pentacles."

"Could it be an akuma's blood?"

"Most likely, meaning that who ever is killing them has an innocence,"

Innocence, those monsters repeated those words when ever they got me in a tight situation. Where is it? Where's the innocence? I could just hear there words ringing in my ears.

Innocence. Innocence. Innocence. What the hell is it? Why is it so freaking special? And why me of all people! I couldn't take it anymore I had to know what the hell was going on. I had to ask, even if they did end up attacking me, at least now my bodies getting used to fitting these things.

"Who the hell are you?"