Prologue
I never pictured myself dying.
Well, not like this.
I can't go.
Not now.
Cosette.
I slowly opened my eyes to everything that seemed blurry and red. AmIinhell?WhathaveIdonetobelonghere?My head was aching, like someone ambushed me with a crow bar. Reflexes, I would have place my hand on my head to calm the aching, but my hands wouldn't move, neither would my feet. I was tied up. I struggle against what felt like ropes and in the process, scarred myself.
My sight gradually came back to me and I notice that I was in a room that was painted red. All around me were…torture toys. My breathing became ragged and I could feel my heart racing. That's when I realized that I wasn't dead… at least not yet.
I soon heard a door open and slam shut. My eyes gazed to someone in a black cloak with a black hood over their head. Their identity was a mystery to me.
Instead of coming straight towards me, the mysterious stranger went towards the pile of torture items on the table. He rambled through the items trying to find his perfect toy.
He turned to face me with a power saw in hand. I struggle against the things that were holding me against my will once more. "What the hell do you want from me?" I yelled. I struggle more roughly. There was no way I was getting out of here…alive. He turned on the power saw and its loud noise filled the room.
I was going to die.
To my surprise, he silenced his torture toy. I think I heard him laughing. "Ha ha! Kurama! You are so pathetic." He said. "Trust me; dying isn't as bad as you think." He came towards me, leaned close to me and kissed my cheek. "It's much worst."
"No! I can't die! I have a daughter who needs me!"
"Oh, I'll take good care of her. I've always want to see her. Ever since the day she was born."
"Don't you dare touch her, you BASTARD!" He crawled on top of me, straddling me between his legs. I struggle to get him off, but he wouldn't move. I notice that his weight wasn't as I expected. He seemed lighter than I thought he would.
He laughed and then raised his hand. His hand came down hard against my face making a slapping noise that echoed in the room. "How dare you tell me that?" He said coldly. He removed himself from on top of me. "How dare you tell me," His voice seemed to be unclear to me but if I wasn't mistaken, it carried a sound that of a woman. Yes, it was a woman's voice. A very familiar woman's voice. She slowly removed the hood, reviling herself. My eyes widen in shock. She started the power saw again rearing its loud sound in the air. "How dare you tell me not to touch my own daughter?"
"Kitarra!" I screamed trying to stop her, but it was too late. The power saw came crashing down on my neck…..and then… everything went dark.
Ineverpicturedmyselfdying.
Well, not like this.
Not by the one I once loved.
What have I've done to deserve this?
I can't go.
Not now.
Cosette.
Cosette needs me.
Her father.
She needs her father.
I'm the only one she's have left.
She needs me more then anything.
Cosette, I'll do everything in my power to make her feel twice as loved.
I will always love her like a father and like a friend.
She is my precise angel.
Cosette!