It started off with death; he wasn't going to let it end like that either.
Throughout his life many have died and only a few survived. People whom he wanted to protect the most were only kept alive by memory and slowing closing his eyes behind his mask, could he remember them clearly.
The first was his parents, robbed from their possessions and their lives in front of his eyes. He could remember the screaming and blood from his mother and father, and the mocking as well as sneers being produced from greedy thieves, as one by one his parents fell to the floor. Dead.
The kitchen knife that his parents once used to cut animal meat had now been used to cut their own flesh, blood dripped quickly from their bodies as he watched with horror from a slightly opened cupboard door, had he not played hide and seek with his mother he would have faced the same fate.
Thinking back, did his mother use that game as an excuse to hide him and save him from death? Only his parents could tell him, but they were dead and he could only ponder on the left unanswered questions of the past.
It was only after morning did neighbours check out what had happened, because they heard crying inside the house.
The boy that once never cried in sorrow had now and they all gathered around in pity.
If you asked for his name now, he would give you answer "Eckhart", for the weeping boy in the kitchen cupboard doesn't exist anymore.
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That's the starting.
I hope you enjoyed it. I've just started Fan fiction writing and will not upload regularly because of a tight schedule.
Knowing people have read it is good enough.
