AN: Couldn't help myself. Needed to get the prologue out! Enjoy and the first chapter will come out July 1st. Oh yeah if you wonder what Hunter looks like, the cover image for this story is pretty much what he looks like.

Shadow's of the Past: Prologue

(Sing to the rhythm of London Bridge is Falling Down.)

"Roses of white have been stained with blood,

Stained with blood, stained with blood,

Roses of white have been stained with blood,

My dead lady..." A voice quietly sang. The female sang gentle in a dark corner, while painting with the color red. She slowly repeated the song over, in a more soothing and slow rhythm. Despite her voice, the lyrics chilled everyone's bones.

"Will you stop singing like that! It's scaring the crap out of me!" A white haired male shouted, stopping the female from singing any longer. "Your not in charge of me," she whispered, giving the male a dangerous glare. "Don't make me cut myself and kill you." She said, liking the red liquid from her finger tips.

The male sunk more into the corner, crossing his arms. "Fine, sing all you want. Just don't paint with your own blood! Its smells horrible in here." The female shook her head as she started to sing again, and started to paint on the floor.

"Leave her alone. There's nothing you can do to stop her anyway." The white haired male looked to his left to see a dark clocked figure, coming into the room. The grouchy teen huffed, turning his head away from the new person. The dark figure said nothing as he entered the room. He turned his head towards the girl, singing in the cell.

"Has she snapped at all yet?" He asked, his mouth now visible from his hood. The male shook his head. "She just keeps singing, cutting herself, and painting roses with her blood. Why? Is she needed for another mission already?" The figure shook his head. "No. It's just best to check on her once and a while." The white haired male shook his head in agreement. "To think. She's been here longer than me and she still needs to be watched like an immature child."

"Aww, chill out man. She's leader-sama's screwed up, emo, niece. She can't help it if she's split." A boy with dark blue hair walked in. His eyes were a shining gold and he carried a metal whip, which was crusted with blood. "Shut up water boy." The male spat, glaring at him. "I could kill you in one second if I wanted too."

"Oh I'm so scared!" The boy mocked, hugging his arms to his chest. "That's enough!" The dark figure shouted, silencing the two. He quickly changed the subject into something more important.

"It's still too bad that Hunter is no longer with us. After all, he was her partner."

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Everything I loved disappeared. Why can't it come back and why can't I hold onto your hand anymore. I wanted to protect us, I wanted to save us, but instead I ended up killing us. I want you here by my side. To laugh like a innocent child again, to play with you as we sang our lullaby. You used to make poems all the time.

And when I was covered in blood, crying fearfully, whispering your name as you lay broken in my hands you, made me another poem. I won't forget it, but I clutch to my heart, weakening me slowly. I wish to bring you back from the dead and maybe it's possible. I just need time to find out how. The spirit dimension archive might help. I just want you here again. I wish sometimes I would forget your dying words. That poem haunts me.

Come here for the shadows are coming close,

Hold on tight to what you cherish the most,

I won't let them hurt you,

They'll have to take me too,

Your my shining light,

So I'll clutch you tight,

I just wish,

That you'd miss,

My,

Last,

Words,

"I'm sorry."

Shadow's of the Past

Sequel to Sinner and Saint