Author's Note- This is a character insertion story like never before! Because this one has no pairings. Title is subject to change. Yeah. Anyways, this is only the prologue. Hey, BNM if you found this story, I give you congrats and now you have found my profile you silly spelling failure. Oh, and if it's not obvious enough, I don't own Death Note, only a copy of the first volume, Callisto, my mind slaves, and a Youtube account.
God Must Hate Me
Prologue
Born To Lose
A wind swept through the dark night as a figure wrapped a coat tighter around himself. It was an early winter night and the chill was already bothering him. A shiver crept up his spine as he quickly examined his surroundings.
He was in a dreary park on the outskirts of town. The swings screeched with every zephyr and the fragile old slide wobbled to the tragic tune of nature. The young man let out a slight smile at the oddness of it all. The park had been the same since he was a mere child with ambitions as high as the star-lit sky.
He had wanted to be the savior of the world like in the bedtime stories his mother had always told. He wanted to be the knight in shining armor, the royal prince, the pleasant peasant boy who would save the princess. He would sword fight with open air, thieve from the imaginary, sweep the feet of the nonexistent.
Over years, those dreams had faded away to just that, dreams. He had found enjoyment in his studies and had become a regular boy with regular ambitions. Even so, something was whispering to him to listen to his fantasies.
A sigh escaped the young man's mouth. He could feel something was going to happen. Something big. The man wrapped his coat even tighter and lightly shook his head. It was all nonsense really. Nothing exciting really ever happened around him.
"Callisto my friend, you are losing it." he laughed at himself and shuddered as a breeze ruffled his raven hair.
Shivering, the young man walked back home, his feet crunching over the new snow. The trees from the forgotten park slowly turned to houses with quaint little yards. The man's smile withered to a thin line in the cold and turned towards the driveway of a normal house that fit right in with it's scenery.
No, he was sure everything would always be the same.
TADA! Short, I know, but it's only a prologue my lovely readers and my chapters are usually 1-3 pages in length. Oh, and if it's not too much trouble, review please? Every review gives me more enthusiasm to write!
