A/N—Many of you might not have read The Day it Changed but that's okay. Even though this is a sequel, the prologue will probably explain most of what you need to know, and if worse comes to worst, well, you can always read the cluttered prequel. Anyway, please read and review!
Prologue
Listen closely, for I am here to tell you the tale of two people who were once best friends. Seldom would anyone see them apart after the day they met in Pre-K. For years and years since that day, they stuck by each other no matter what. They talked of their joys and their sorrows, dreams and ambitions, and in every dream both were in it together. Yes, the sandy-blond haired boy and the auburn beauty shared the strongest friendship I have ever witnessed.
On the other side of the fence was another, a slim, popular brunette cheerleader who made it her duty to make the auburn beauty's life a living hell. For years they were engaged in bitter rivalry, neither relinquishing an inch in their hostile battle. Every word was an insult, every question a challenge, and neither ever backed down. However, it wasn't hard to see that the auburn-haired girl had an undeniable edge in her conflicts. No one was quite sure what it was, but somehow she almost always managed to one-up the brunette. Until one day; until the day it changed.
Some say that day was the only reason this impeccable friendship broke into pieces. Most say that it had been coming for some time. Even the girl's best female friend could see the growing rift between the popular cheerleader and her "loser" friend. She saw how inseparable they were years and years ago, and she couldn't help but notice that as the years wore on they were together less and less. At some level, she saw that day coming, but she didn't know what she could have done to stop it. No one did, not that anyone actually really cared. After all, what right did a faceless loser have to hang out with the most desired female at Middleton High? In case you're naïve, the consensus is a resounding no; he had absolutely no right to be in the position he was in, yet no one was prepared to see them apart.
She probably knew what was being said but feigned ignorance. As high school wore on, she began seeing validity in those thoughts. She became aware of her own elevated status but tried to hide it with false modesty; yet, she never asked herself how she became so seemingly…perfect. To her, it was irrelevant, and by the time she found out, it was already far too late. She had pushed him too often and finally too far. He wasn't coming back to her.
Fate has a way of being ironic. Remember that beautiful, brunette cheerleader that was the auburn-haired girl's bitter rival? She was once one of the most stuck-up, superficial people that I have ever seen. She had never spoken a kind word in her life to the boy, but something changed. After the day it changed, nothing seemed to make sense anymore. After all, if the sturdiest of relationships couldn't last, then what hope did anyone else have? Well, something happened. I'm not sure it was fate, but the boy followed this brunette out of sheer instinct to the women's bathroom. He found her with a bottle of pills in her hand and tears stained on her face; he saw an empty look of despair in her eyes and the pain that he was in. When he opened his mouth to speak, she turned her tear stained face to him and saw only understanding in his eyes. The next thing you know, these two become nearly inseparable. Oh, how fate entwines us in its irony.
This is not a tale of heartbreak nor love. No, I believe it transcends all of that. Something bigger was happening during all this time. Two villains were conspiring to make a "super-soldier" formula and the test subject was none other than the boy. The experiment was a resounding success. Not too long after, the boy set off to Japan on a journey of destiny. Unfortunately, he arrived too late. Blood had already been shed, and the boy had no thought besides retribution in his head. He hunted the killer to his home and almost killed him, before the innocence he still had left stopped him. He would not be a killer that day and, surprisingly, he let Lord Monte Fisk off without further punishment.
My tale starts here, but like you, I have no idea how it ends. All I know is that the success of the formula and the failed journey were not coincidence. Then again, it makes you wonder if the journey was a failure in the first place. Maybe it was meant to happen. Who knows? Only time will tell.