Chapter 1:
Terrors of a 6- year- old girl
My life is not pleasant life. I've been through deaths, abusive guardians, isolation, and horrors that no child should have to undergo. If this has not frightened you away and you think yourself brave enough to read on, I warn you now, and this shall be my only warning to you, do not think I will sugar coat the truth of my life. Now, as you've been fairly warned, if you wish, you may continue.
I suppose I should begin with my name. I am Killhim Blackheart. I have 2 other sisters; together we are identical triplets. My sisters' names are Killer and Killher. We are orphans. Our parents were murdered when we were five. We were sent to our first foster homes while our parents' will was looked over. We knew that we were supposed to live with our parents' friend, Snakeo Nosoul, however, no one believes five- year-old girls, no matter how educated they may be.
I don't remember my first foster home. They didn't affect my aspect on life. All I remember is they seemed nice. After about three weeks the lawyers decided to honor my parents wishes and allowed us to live with Snakeo's family.
Snakeo's home was an old castle on the outskirts of Las Vegas that most in the valley knew as The Haunted Castle, for the simple reason that any who went onto the property, were never the same again. However, the Nosoul family had named it Castle Shadow. My sisters and myself decided to share one of the biggest rooms in the castle because the people who lived within its boundaries were scarcely trustworthy.
When we began school we attended Brickhoulder Elementary. We were placed in the same kindergarten class and the teacher had a hard time distinguishing us. We always wore black, the only difference is that Killer's clothes would have streaks of blood red, Killher's would have streaks of green, and mine would be pure black.
The administration soon found out that my sister's and I had a knack for starting and finishing fights. We especially enjoyed beating up 5th and 6th years. Soon everyone knew to stay away from us and we earned the nickname "The Kill Sisters." We also bore our own nicknames, mine included "Silent Death," and "Black Mamba."
One day in our first year, we were at lunch break, when a new 6th year began to mock us. We took these in silence until he made a rude remark about our mother and that's when Killer, who had the worst temper, pulled a dagger from her knapsack and tried to slit his throat. Killher and myself knew that they would check all three of us for weapons if the school police found out and tried to restrain our sister. Killer threw Killher against the wall and turned back to the terrified boy. I had let go of my sister before she could throw me against the wall. The school police handcuffed my sister and confiscated her dagger. I sat by my knapsack and waited to be questioned.
Later on that day I was sent to a room and asked to bring all my belongings. Upon my arrival, the county police took my knapsack and began to search it. They found my dagger and handcuffed me. They then asked me to sit with Killer. They called Killher into the same room. Luckily for her, Killher had sent her dagger to Castle Shadow before they called her up.