Hey guys! My Evil Angel has being doing so well that I've made a big leap and decided to do another TMI fan fiction! IKR, I'm excited too! This will be a walk through of Jonathan Morgenstern's childhood, when he's training to be a killer. I'm kind of nervous: I mean, if I don't get JM's character right, I'll suffer the wrath of fans! But I have no doubt that I'm going to enjoy this as much as I hope you guys will!
Please review to let me know if you want me to continue with this new idea!
Thanks, all support is appreciated and if you haven't already, check out the other stuff I've been writing lately. Stay strong!
~InfernoAlive
Prologue
There are many eyes embedded in my memory, of all different colors and backgrounds: green, black, blue, gold. They hold in them so much feeling, each reflecting an emotion. Not something that I understood, nor ever did. Emotions, feelings: it all sounded like a pathetic weakness to me, a flaw that anyone could manipulate to their liking. Manipulation was something that I understood, a vital part of the vocabulary that I'd been brought up with. I'd been taught to see every person as clay, defenseless as I forced them to change, their emotions allowing me to mould them into whatever I wished.
The eyes of my memory had all been victims in the end, their feelings stripping them bare and weak. I remember it as clear as day, each one of them as if it had only just happened. The green eyes were filled with hatred, unforgiving and dark. Something I understood. It was a darkness I shared and I vowed to mould these eyes to worship me.
The black eyes had raised me, flashing with punishment as the whip cracks had sounded. They never emitted praise and in the end, I loathed them.
The blue eyes glowed with innocence, and I scoffed at them, both pairs. They'd been tricked as easily as everyone else. As mouldable as clay.
The gold eyes were stiff under my clever hands; never willing to change. Their feelings shone too bright and beautiful and I never understood it. Then, they'd stolen what was mine, and I vowed to break them into pieces until they felt true pain.
These fragments all held an important part in my future, after I'd grown up and started seeing things with my own eyes. I felt what is was like to love; a fierce, possessive urge that made me want to bind the person to me, and chain them in the remnants of my heart so I alone owned them. I felt was it like to die; a split second in which my heart stopped beating and all I felt was pain that never stopped coming.
I felt what it was like to burn down the world; a roaring victory that cannot compare to anything, an achievement only one would ever get awarded.
My name is Jonathan Morgenstern, and this is my story.
This is only the prologue, guys! I just wanted to give you a teaser before we go back in time and see Jonathan as a child. So… what you think? Should I continue? Please review to let me know what you think!