"Dad?! What's going on?"
A young child with black hair, his eyes a silver cold steel color looked to his father as he was dragged away by two guards wearing the insignia of a rising black bird on crimson wings attached to their uniforms(1). His older brother laid in a pool of blood a bullet through his head between his eyes, at the timid age of ten he had just witnessed his brother murdered in cold blood. Now he was losing his father to these... these monsters!!
"What about the other kid?" One guard asked his head turned to the startled young boy.
"Bring him, maybe Lord Faust can use him to make this idiot talk."
Shrinking back in fear the boy watched as there assaulters came closer, his heart beating in his small chest as if he had seen death in the face. Then out of the blue... or rather a flash of pink had intercepted his vision. A marionette with pink hair done in a ponytail and cyan colored eyes came between them and her little boy.
"Mom?!" That's right, her little boy.
"RUN LOCKE!" Flying forward the marionette surprised the soldiers for a brief moment giving the boy a chance to run. He never took it.
"Mom?! NO!!!"
The marionette knew what would happen, the guards wouldn't hesitate to open a barrage of bullets in her direction. She would be killed instantly, funny she wasn't really alive to begin with. But the little boy didn't know that she was buying time for him to escape, if he known he probably wouldv'e run, as stated before he never took it.
"Heh, stupid machine." The guard stepped over the corpse of the marionette toward the little boy grabbing him by the neck he dragged the young child outside. His eyes wide as saucers, he couldn't stop the tears as they came out leaving behind his mother, brother, his house, his favorite toy, everything. The tears couldn't be stopped, and be forever carried in his heart. As he was roughly pushed to the ground, he stared up to see a tall, very muscular man with wavy blonde hair as the front seemed to stand up dictating this man to be very important.
"Lord Faust, this boy- what would you have us do to him?"
Staring up into the frightning man's eyes, the boy stared into the malicious arctic cold blue eyes of Faust. "Hmm... if we killed him, the Professor here would never talk. Put him in the prison camps, I don't care which one. Give a tiny glimmer of hope, it'll loosen his tounge and when he tells me what I want to know then maybe I'll release his last remaining son."
Staring into the man called Faust, young Locke heard the laughter emit from his mouth and felt a chill run through his body. Then felt a sudden impact on the back of his head and was soon engulfed in darkness.
"So Professor, care to tell me where it is?"
A man with black hair and green aqua eyes stared into Faust of Gartland's eyes, and with as much force as his body would allow spit in his face. Grinning at Faust's angry expression, he knew the beating he would recieve it made no difference. He'd never tell, if they killed his son he'd never tell. But Faust wasn't stupid, he'd keep his son alive for he was right about one thing... so long as his remaining son stayed alive he'd have hope. Faust also knew that if they killed his son, he'd never talk but rather die to meet his family in the after-life.
"Bring him, a little torture will bend his will."
As father and son were seperated for what would be the last time, the skies above showed their rage as plasma lighting would hiss threatning to strike at any given moment.
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ASH03: Well there it is folks, the prolouge to start off with. Give credit, critisms, and all other good things to where it's due. I'd appreciate any and all reviews, k? LaterZ!
(1): Well I'm not too certain, but on episode 3 of SMJ, I'm pretty sure that was the insignia of Gartland's army behind Faust. If it isn't, well you can blame me later... I really didn't catch a good look at it but that's what I saw.
A young child with black hair, his eyes a silver cold steel color looked to his father as he was dragged away by two guards wearing the insignia of a rising black bird on crimson wings attached to their uniforms(1). His older brother laid in a pool of blood a bullet through his head between his eyes, at the timid age of ten he had just witnessed his brother murdered in cold blood. Now he was losing his father to these... these monsters!!
"What about the other kid?" One guard asked his head turned to the startled young boy.
"Bring him, maybe Lord Faust can use him to make this idiot talk."
Shrinking back in fear the boy watched as there assaulters came closer, his heart beating in his small chest as if he had seen death in the face. Then out of the blue... or rather a flash of pink had intercepted his vision. A marionette with pink hair done in a ponytail and cyan colored eyes came between them and her little boy.
"Mom?!" That's right, her little boy.
"RUN LOCKE!" Flying forward the marionette surprised the soldiers for a brief moment giving the boy a chance to run. He never took it.
"Mom?! NO!!!"
The marionette knew what would happen, the guards wouldn't hesitate to open a barrage of bullets in her direction. She would be killed instantly, funny she wasn't really alive to begin with. But the little boy didn't know that she was buying time for him to escape, if he known he probably wouldv'e run, as stated before he never took it.
"Heh, stupid machine." The guard stepped over the corpse of the marionette toward the little boy grabbing him by the neck he dragged the young child outside. His eyes wide as saucers, he couldn't stop the tears as they came out leaving behind his mother, brother, his house, his favorite toy, everything. The tears couldn't be stopped, and be forever carried in his heart. As he was roughly pushed to the ground, he stared up to see a tall, very muscular man with wavy blonde hair as the front seemed to stand up dictating this man to be very important.
"Lord Faust, this boy- what would you have us do to him?"
Staring up into the frightning man's eyes, the boy stared into the malicious arctic cold blue eyes of Faust. "Hmm... if we killed him, the Professor here would never talk. Put him in the prison camps, I don't care which one. Give a tiny glimmer of hope, it'll loosen his tounge and when he tells me what I want to know then maybe I'll release his last remaining son."
Staring into the man called Faust, young Locke heard the laughter emit from his mouth and felt a chill run through his body. Then felt a sudden impact on the back of his head and was soon engulfed in darkness.
"So Professor, care to tell me where it is?"
A man with black hair and green aqua eyes stared into Faust of Gartland's eyes, and with as much force as his body would allow spit in his face. Grinning at Faust's angry expression, he knew the beating he would recieve it made no difference. He'd never tell, if they killed his son he'd never tell. But Faust wasn't stupid, he'd keep his son alive for he was right about one thing... so long as his remaining son stayed alive he'd have hope. Faust also knew that if they killed his son, he'd never talk but rather die to meet his family in the after-life.
"Bring him, a little torture will bend his will."
As father and son were seperated for what would be the last time, the skies above showed their rage as plasma lighting would hiss threatning to strike at any given moment.
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ASH03: Well there it is folks, the prolouge to start off with. Give credit, critisms, and all other good things to where it's due. I'd appreciate any and all reviews, k? LaterZ!
(1): Well I'm not too certain, but on episode 3 of SMJ, I'm pretty sure that was the insignia of Gartland's army behind Faust. If it isn't, well you can blame me later... I really didn't catch a good look at it but that's what I saw.
