OK, new story. I have, what, three going on at the same time? That's insane. Now, like I said in the in the description, this will have blood and swearing, lots of swearing. This is normal in some parts of the world. Hell, I even have a friend who has been swearing since he was six! Well, anyways, this is the prologue, (you don't say?) so this will... I lost my train of thought. :P Watching the history channel as I'm writing this, so, yeah. Anyways, onwards and upwards!

Prolouge

Roy was a average person where he lived, but there was one main difference between him and other fifteen year olds. His dad was killed in a car crash, putting Roy and his mother into a state of depression. The father was their only source of cash, so, when he died, they had to move so that they could have a more affordable house to live in. This didn't help Roy any more, since he had to say goodbye from his friends, making him more secluded from others lives. They lived in a unsafe area both in his old town, as in his new one, so, when his dad was alive, he taught Roy self defense and also for defense of others, which Roy so far has never had to do. He knew that anything could happen here at any time, but he did not expect what happened on his way home from school.

Roy was contemplating his school, which was not very exciting. More homework, more classes, blah blah blah. Nothing different. Something that was different was a feeling of doom that he was feeling standing outside of his house. Before he could think of anything that could cause this, he heard an ear splitting scream echo through the neighborhood. He knew who that scream came from.

"Mom!" he shouted, racing through the garden, up the stairs, and through the front door. What he say was horrific.

A man was standing there with a knife in his hand, covered in blood, while his mother was on the floor, dead by that same knife that the man was holding with blood spreading throughout the floor.

"Why?" Roy asked. "Why did you do this?"

"Your father killed my wife in a car crash, and I came to get my revenge," the man said.

"My dad died in that car crash, too!" Roy said, getting angry.

"Well, he killed my wife, so I took his," the man said, making Roy furious. "Now, if you don't say anything, we can both get away from this without any more harm."

"Over my dead fucking body," Roy said, throwing down his backpack and getting ready to fight.

"Oh, so we have a bold one here, eh?" the man asked. He would've said more, but Roy had already knocked the knife out of his hand and was getting ready to do something that he has always wanted to do since his dad had taught him it.

Roy did an uppercut to the man's chin, knocking his head back, before elbowing him in the the stomach, causing the man to keel over, and then doing a leg sweep, knocking the man's legs out from under him and causing him to fall to the floor.

Roy went over to the knife, picked it up, and, in his rage, went over to the man, and, just like the man did to his mom, stabbed the man in the heart, killing him instantly. Roy stepped back, finally coming out of his rage to see what he had done.

"Fuck!" he said. "I had to kill him, didn't I? I just fucking had to!"

Then, he heard sirens and cars parking outside of his house.

"Well, that's just fucking great!" Roy said. "First this, and now the police?"

Roy knew about fingerprints, and realized that his fingerprints were all over the knife, and he was the only one alive in the house, and so he would be put into jail for murder for two people. So, Roy did the only thing that the normal person would do in that situation.

He ran.

He ran out the back door towards the nearby fields as the sun began to go down. He kept on running, trying to get to the mountains in the distance. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get there by the end of the day, but he still ran. As he did so, he realized that he had no mother, no father, no grandparents, and no aunts or uncles of any kind. He was an orphan, which just caused him to want to run even more.

The sun has been down for a few hours, and Roy was quickly loosing energy, when, in a set of woods, he collapsed onto his knees.

"No," he said to himself. "I have to keep going."

Roy stood up and took two steps before something hit him in the back of his head, knocking him out instantly.

How did you like it? Not very long, but that is the same for all prologues I write, so, yeah. This will be a good one to write, since, just like this character does, I swear like a sailor. :P Anyways, I will see you next time!