Hurray! You're reading my story! *happy cheer* I KNEW you would give it a chance!
Ahem. Okay. Moving on. Sooo, I know I'm writing three Hetalia fanfics at once, but really...I'm just that obsessed. I kinda like watching horror movies, because sometimes it's fun to get scared. To those who read my Hetalympics story, I bet you can all tell my favorite character is America by now. Mostly it's because: a)it's easy to write about him (PROUD AMERICAN HERE), b)my country, and c)the humor.
I'm not really sure about the second main character, so I need your opinions, guys! Any of the G8 including Prussia and Canada are fine.
That's all I have to say. The countries come out next chap, which hopefully I can upload today because this prologue is waayy too short.
ENJOY, FAV, FOLLOW, REVIEW~
x PRolOguE x
Not a single sound had been heard in this town for a hundred years.
One could call it a ghost town, but it was much, much worse. Ghosts would be hesitant to enter, wary of the terrors it held. And they were right. No single soul dwelled in its houses or streets. No one dared.
It wasn't always like this. This town used to be just like any other town, with a sheriff-or, if you chose a different name, a mayor-and its decent townspeople. Nothing out of the ordinary, right?
But something happened one day. Maybe it all started when the river stopped running, or when the sheriff was found dead in his office, covered in dark blood, or...maybe it was because of the girl.
The little girl was named after the town. Her name was Whisper, because of her dark origins. No one dared to speak of it, so instead the story spread among whispers. Her mother's name was Marriane Berlow, a common name in the town. The story of how little Whisper came to be was not a pretty one.
Marriane grew up in a poor family. With a prostitute and an alcoholic as parents, she never expected much from it, anyway. She was constantly defending herself and her little brother Timmon from life's harshest gifts: beatings, verbal abuse and days without supper. On Marriane's 16th birthday, she was raped in the back of the local bar by a middle-aged man who was called Salton Cardwell. Salton came from a very rich family, but he abandoned them for a life of crime. Rumours say that she killed him, because the following morning he was found dead in the river, dry blood smeared on his chest.
That was the story of how Whisper was born to this world. Whisper was, in fact, a very sweet child. She didn't say much, but she was always obedient, always there for other children her age, and always, always did what her Mommy said.
There was only one thing very strange about Whisper. People said she was a witch. Everywhere she went, odd things would happen. All the disgusting rats in the diner would suddenly all die at once, or the butler's freshly butchered pig would magically disappear. Some swore Whisper could even manipulate time.
And then one day Marriane killed three of her coworkers in cold blood, on a chilly December morning. She was scheduled for an execution after being proven guilty, but she hung herself instead.
Whisper never spoke again after that.
What was even stranger was that Whisper never aged after her mother's death. She remained a six-year old, while other youths grew up to become healthy young teens. But her eyes made her seem wise and tired of life.
People began to avoid her, because they were afraid. Afraid she might do something terrible.
Well, no one really knows why one day everyone in Silent Whisper disappeared, right? Only I know the truth, and I am here to tell it.
My name is Whisper. This is not my story.
Shall I continue? ;)