Prologue
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Summary:
She was a calm and peaceful female kidnapped by him. He was a ruthless killer that didn't care for anyone. No matter how much she tried to run, she'd always be his beauty and he'd be her sadistic beast.
A man walked into his hut, knife shining in the moonlight. Today was the day, today was the day he was going to be initiated into the group of the infamous bandits who traveled across the country, ruthlessly murdering people. He was ready to become one of them, and he wasn't going to stop at nothing to get in. "Why in the hell would you want to join a group of ruthless murders? You look like nothing more than a young boy looking to fit in. You won't fit in well here. One wrong move and you're dead fucking meat, boy."
One of the member's voices told him. I'll show, Keith. I'll show you that I belong in your father's group. He walked into the hut, knife behind his back. He spotted the woman in the corner, tending to her child. She felt the breeze and looked to the front. Her eyes widened like a deer. "W – Who are y – you?" she stuttered in fear, cradling the baby closer to her.
He looked at the crying baby in her arms, his small mouth opened as he wailed loudly. Blond hair growing from his little head, fists and face crunched up in displeasure. He almost felt regret for wanting to kill this family. Poor baby was going to be alone.
He shook all the regret out of him and walked closer towards the woman. She was beginning to stand, to run. He laughed wickedly. "I don't think so, babe," he whispered.
She stopped moving in fear, tears falling down her face. "If you truly want to be one of us, rape the women you are going to kill. Make them regret living."
He smirked like psycho and held out the knife. "I have one final wish for you."
She whimpered and backed away from him. He was a sadistic, cold hearted. "Get out of my hut!" she yelled.
He pounced on her and she let her baby go. The baby wailed louder, now that he had hit the ground. "Austin!" she exclaimed worriedly, trying to fight off the man. "Mike!"
Heavy footsteps bounded their way into the lonesome hut in the wild. "If married, kill her right away and murder the rest, don't have mercy on them at all."
He raised his right hand and brought it down, stabbing her in the chest. She stopped moving and gasped in pain. "Get off her!"
He was pushed to the side by a man. Growling angrily, he stood up, the knife glistening with the blood of the man's wife. "I'm glad you came," he whispered darkly.
The man looked at his wife and punched the man across the face hard. He stumbled back, squeezing his bleeding nose. My fucking nose, he thought furiously. "M – Mike, get A – Austin," the woman whispered.
She looked at him once last time and closed her eyes. "So fucking dramatic, eh?"
The man didn't listen; he fell to his knees, crawling over to his wife. "Mimi, oh no, Mimi, you're not dead! Answer me!" he yelled, shaking the woman.
The wails of the baby boy became louder and he looked back at the sadistic killer. What shocked the poor man the most was that he had sympathy in his eyes. Killers don't have sympathy in their eyes. "You're not cold, I know it," he told him.
He blinked and his eyes darkened with no emotion at all. "I am. I will murder people for murdering my family!" he howled.
In his blind and misdirected rage, he threw the knife towards the man. It lodged into his throat and he gurgled up blood. The murder fell to his knees, crying at what he had done. He's right, I'm not, he thought, but my dad was and they killed him. The baby wailed louder, signalling to him that he was still alive. He looked at him and nodded.
Standing up, he picked up the child and ran out of the hut. Laying him gently on the ground, he started a fire to burn the small hut down that was in the middle of nowhere. The baby wailed even louder, probably missing the comfort of his parents. "Shut up! I'm almost done."
He watched the hut erupt into flames. He breathed heavily and turned around. "I'm –" there was a man holding the baby and calming it down. "M – Master Marcus," he whispered.
The man gave him the smile of a true sadistic murdering. "You didn't finish the job," he told him.
The man gulped. He knew he didn't, but did it hurt to try and play innocent? "Of course I did, master. May I know what I had forgotten?" he asked.
Marcus gave him a wildly sadistic smile, and looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes looked back at the man and his smile vanished. "Why, you forgot to murder the baby of course," he told him.
He gulped, he knew that he couldn't, it was just too hard. It was just a baby. "But that's alright, I won't kill the kid." He sighed in relief that the child would be protected and placed in a safe home. "I'll care for him; have the females in our group watch over him as he grows. Teach him the way of living like us." He tensed. That wasn't good news to his ears. "But as for you, you need to be disposed of," he finished.
His eyes widened as the man stalked over to him, drawing a sword from his sheath. He dropped to his knees and tears fell from his eyes. "Please, don't do this! Just let me live!"
Marcus raised a brow. "And have you mess up my jobs again? I think not," he sneered.
Before the man could make any retort against him, he swung the sword. It lopped off his head in one clean stroke. His head rolled across the ground. The eyes were wide and the mouth opened. Sheathing back his sword, he bent down and closed both the eyes and the mouth, smirking with sadistic pleasure.
He looked at the little boy in his arms and smirked down at him, like a father would a son. "Hello there… what was it that she called you? Oh yes, hello there, Austin," he whispered. The boy opened his mouth slightly and clutched onto his shirt tighter. "I guess you don't have to be alone. I'm your new father."
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