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Title: Who Are You, Really?
Genre: Adventure/Angst (will change later)
Pairings: This isn't really the focal point of the story until much later.
Warnings: Language, hints of sexual content, violence
Rating: Mature
Summary: The color red stains the walls.
Deep gouges lined the floor in varying sizes and contrast, obviously inflicted from a sharp object. Chairs had been overturned. Photos were hazardously tossed to the floor, the glass from the frame sprinkled the carpet delicately.
"You're not taking him. He's too young, too young. Leave us alone. You've already taken one. He's too young!" The enraged shout echoed in the house, reverberated off the walls. "No. No no no, p-" Further protests were cut off. The sounds of more glass breaking, a strange thumping, like a fist or body hitting the cabinets continued for a short while longer before everything went silent.
Rocking back and forth, humming gently and holding a baby boy wrapped in plain white towels was an Asian woman, the mother. Doubtlessly, she'd heard the commotion, knew that the boy's father was no more and yet she sat so calmly, fearless. "They will break you." she murmured to the babe. "You will be unmade and altered again and again...so many times, there will be nothing unique about you. But you will live. In my heart, I know it. I pray for it. I pray for you." Someone was throwing their weight against the bedroom door, trying to get in. "My biggest regret..." The door was jostled violently again. "Is that I won't be there. To watch those first steps. To hear your first words."
Tears were blurred her vision and she sniffled, one tear streaked down her cheek and another; the door wasn't going to hold. Splinters appeared in the wood, a gap being forced wider and a hand twisted at the knob. "I'm sorry. I love you." The door was opened and with a crack, it ricocheted off the wall behind it, the noise was only a distraction, only the glint of steel was seen for a few precious seconds before her vision was dyed in red. Her head rolled on the floor and from her neck sprouted a fountain of blood. The killer, dressed head to toe in black, sheathed his sword in its scabbard which was strapped to his back. As the baby wailed noisily, a few specks of blood dotting the infant's skin, for a minuscule moment, those cold dark eyes warmed.
But only momentarily as he briskly secured the child in his arms and knocked over a candle with his foot, leaping outside the window...
And that is the pilot chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, short as it may be. This is my first time writing a fanfic ever so while constructive critique is appreciated, please be respectful to me as I will be to you in return.
That said, please drop a review and let me know what you think!