PLEASE DON'T HATE ME, THIS IS MY VERY FIRST PUBLIC STORY AND IT FEELS WERID, BUT DON'T WORRY, I'LL TRY MY BEST TO IMPROVE MY STORIES, IF YOU'LL REVIEW, SAYING BAD THINGS LIKE, "YOU SUCK" INSTEAD, CAN YOU PLEASE, JUST TELL MY WHY YOU HATED ME, AT LEAST WITH THAT I WON'T TRY TO HATE MYSELF EVERYDAY, AND ALSO ALL THE OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE, PJO AND HTTYD, ECT., WILL SHOW UP SOON.
PROLOUGE
EVERY STORY HAS AN ENDING, EVERY STRENGTH HAS IT'S WEAKNESS'S, AND EVERY DREAM HAS THEIR LIMITS...AT LEAST, THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY. HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A STORY, WHERE-IN THERE IS A BOY, AND THIS BOY WAS INNOCENT, BUT HE WAS KILLED, OR SO THEY THOUGHT HE WAS. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM, THAT'S BECAUSE...I WAS THERE. I WAS THERE WHEN EVERYTHING HAPPENED TO HIM. I KNOW EVERY DETAIL, EVERY EXPERIENCE, BECAUSE I AM HIM...
IT STARTED OFF, PRETTY SIMPLE, I WOKE UP, TOOK A BATH, BRUSHED MY TEETH, ATE BREAKFAST, WENT TO SCHOOL...BUT AFTER SCHOOL, ALL OF US FRESHMEN'S HAD TO STAY FOR A 3-HOUR LONG ORIENTATION, WHEN I WENT HOME, ARE STREETS WERE ABANDOND, EVERYTHING WAS SILENT, EXCEPT THE CONSTANT HOOTS OF AN OWL. EVENTUALLY, I GOT TO POINT WHERE THERE WAS A MASSIVE CLEARING IN THE SIDE OF THE FORSET, I STOPPED DEAD IN MY TRACKS, WHEN I HEARD VOICES, BUT THEY WEREN'T NORMAL VOICES, THEY WERE THREATNING, SOMEONE. I WANTED TO RUN SO BADLY, BUT I FOUGHT BACK AND STAYED PUT, I LISTENED AND WAITED AND THEN, THERE WAS SILENCE, AND THEN...BANG! A GUNSHOT WAS HEARD, I RAN QUIETLY TOWARDS THE CLOSEST TREES AND HID THERE, I HEARD THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS COMING MY WAY, I SILENTLY PRAYED, THEY DIDN'T KNOW I WAS HEAR, BUT MY PRAYER WAS UNANSWRED, WHEN TWO MASSIVE HANDS, GRABBED ME BY THE BACK OF MY SHIRT AND THREW IN INTO THE CLEARING, 5 DEAD BODIES LAYED THERE, SURROUNDING ME, BUT WHEN I LOOKED UP, I SAW A BOY ABOUT THE SAME AGE I WAS, LOOKING AT ME, BUT HIS EYES WERE FILLED WITH NO EMOTION, HE DIDN'T SHOW HE WAS AFRAID. I STOOD UP AND SAW THAT THERE WAS ANOTHER BOY, OLDER THAN THE BOY I SAW EARLIER, HIS EYES WERE EMPTY AND HARD. I WAS ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING TO THEM, WHEN I HEARD A LOUD, BOOMING VOICE, "YOU HAVE GUTS CHILD, TO STICK AROUND, AND HEAR THE SOUNDS OF GUNSHOTS AND PAINFUL CRIES OF CHILDREN." I LOOK AT THE SPEAKER, HE WAS A MIDDLE-AGED MAN, WITH A COWBOY HAT ON HIS HEAD. HE WAS HOLDING A REVOLVER. I LOOKED AT HIS MEN, ALL OF THEM BIGGER THAN THE OTHER. I LOOKED AT THE KILLER DIRECTLY, AND SPOKE WITH A THREATNING VOICE, "WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? AND WHO ARE YOU?" AT MY LAST QUESTION I SQUINTED MY EYES, HOPEFULLY TO TAKE A BETTER LOOK AT HIM, BUT THE SHADOWS, WHERE IN HIS FAVOR, SHADOWING HIS FACE, BUT NOT HIS EYES. "ME?" I COULD HEAR THE GRIN IN HIS VOICE, "WHO AM I? THE QUESTION IS, WHO ARE YOU?" I REMAINED QUIET, "YOU KNOW WHAT DON'T ANSWER THAT QUESTION...I'LL ANSWER IT FOR YOU." I HEARD A CLICK, AND THEN I SEE THE TIP OF HIS REVOLVER POINTING AT ME, MY EYES WIDENED AT SHOCK, "YOU'RE...A...DEAD MAN." HE FIRED, I FELT THE IMPACT IN MY HEAD, STRAIGHT THROUGH MY BRAIN, AFTER THAT, MY WHOLE BODY FELT NUMB, I FELL TO THE GROUND. ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS 'SO THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO DIE, IT'S REALLY PAINFUL' I HEARD VOICES, BUT THEN THEY ALL FADED IN THE BACKGROUND, WHEN EVERYTHING WAS DARK AND SILENT, I HEARD MYSELF ASK, "WHO AM I?".
BUT EVEN I KNEW, I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION.
