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Chapter 1 – The Beginning
Everything was dark. The sky was a deep gray, looking as ominous as it was beautiful. Stars glittered here and there, basking a slight glow on the landscape below. Trees – dyed black from the lack of light – swayed slightly as a firm breeze rippled through the valley like a wave crashing down into the depths of the ocean.
In the midst of this scene, the figure of a man appeared, and his heavy pants able to be heard echoing all throughout the land. He raced past the trees - his shadow not to be seen as he ran his hardest away from whatever demons lay behind him.
He finally stopped, panting, in front of an old worn-out looking warehouse. It was obvious he'd been here before.
He barely spared it a glance as he flung open the door, causing a loud creak to pierce through the night, then slammed it shut. His eyes closed as he stood there, wheezing, body still faced towards the door. He didn't seem to notice the stealthy figure behind him until the sound of a gun cocking grabbed his attention.
His eyes snapped open, and dark brown eyes could be seen.
Faint light trickled through the crack in the door, illuminating his face. The sight was almost gruesome. He had a long scar running from his jaw to his dark hair-line, and it looked as though he had been sliced with a knife. His face, which once held the air of beauty, was forever disfigured.
"Please. Don't do this," he whispered in a coarse breath, turning around to see the man that was holding the gun. It was pointed at his forehead.
The man didn't answer, just clenched as he grazed his hands on the trigger. The man with the scar let out something in between a whimper and a cough, and the other man's hand started shaking, causing the whole gun to vibrate.
"You can still get away. Live your life," The man with the scar – better known as Miles Breyer – pleaded with the young man holding the gun. The man hesitated for a second, before stiffening again and raising the gun back up to its original target.
"Can't. Not anymore," he said in a monotonous tone, but his voice cracked at the end and Miles detected a hint of fear. He decided to use this to his advantage.
"They'll never know, I can hide. I promise, you don't have to do this."
The young man suddenly started walking towards Miles, who shrank back a little bit. He held the gun up to the man's head.
"I'm sorry," he said in a detached voice.
The sound of a trigger going off rang out across the clearing, and birds restlessly flew out of trees, scattering in every direction. Back in the warehouse, a young boy cried in fear.
Well thanks for reading! I know this is insanely short, but its just a prologue. :]
Don't you guys just love the cliffy? ;) Don't worry, everyone will find out who the shooter is at mid-story, or the end.
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