Chapter 1: Alone in the Rain

That day, it was raining. I could still remember it, as clear as day. Ironic, eh?

So, here's my life story. What changed me, how I became...the Black Cat.

"No! How could you?"

"Heh. So it looks like I've become weak too," Zagiene said, shriveled up against the wall.

"But, I wanted to kill you! Now I'll look stupid for making you my target!"

I stood there, in the rain, furiously demanding that this wasn't true. Of course, I wanted to kill him myself, but not now, not so soon. As far as I knew, he was my only connection to the real world.

"Oh, so I was your target eh? Interesting, now Train, don't forget, this is the reality of this world, the weak die and the strong live. Live on, Train, trust no one, question the unquestionable, and become truly strong..." and those were the last words Zagiene ever spoke.

I knelt beside him in the rain, feeling truly helpless. I couldn't do anything in the world. Absolutely nothing. I felt insignificant; it was as if I was but a little seedling trying to sprout, but I was trampled on before I was given the chance to prove myself.

Live on, become truly strong.

Those were the only words I had to go by. I had no idea how I wanted to spend my life, but the problem now was, I would have to learn how to survive first.

"Hey kid, what are you doing?" a voice came.

I turned around rapidly.

"Why do you have a gun in your hand?" the person asked. "And..uh...who's that?"

He pointed at Zagiene.

"I...I didn't do it!"

"Hm, so why do you have a gun in your hand?" the person asked again.

I stared at the gun, and then back to the person. Then back at the gun again.

"I need..." I whispered.

"Here, hold on, I'll call help." the person said, pulling out a phone slowly.

"No, don't!"

I aimed for his cellphone. BOOM! Honestly, though, me still being the amateur I was, I still couldn't withstand the backfiring force of the gun.

Me still being the amateur I was, missed.

Just a couple of seconds later, the person in front of me, collapsed to the ground, right at my feet.

I froze, shaking in the rain. What on earth had I done? Had I become a killer? I stood there pondering my moral values for a minute, until...

I heard sirens.

I looked towards the person's hand, the cellphone and I realized that he had dialed for the police.

"Oh shoot, the police," I cursed.

I ran for dear life. I heard the sirens coming down the street and I bolted in the other direction.

I kept on running, didn't look back. The police didn't follow. Of course, I was only a kid to them.

A kid with no purpose, running aimlessly down the street.

Of course, in the rain, they couldn't even tell I was crying.

A sharp realization hit me. I had no parents, no one that loved me, no one that cared about me, no one that even knew my existence. As far as anyone did care, I didn't have to exist in the world.

No, I was completely, and utterly alone. And there was only one way I could survive in this world.

I had to learn how to kill. Kill for money, kill for food, and kill, to survive...

I burst into tears as I embraced the horrifying truth.