A/N: This is my first fanfic and I really would like some feedback, so please leave a comment with ways to improve, especially as writing isn't really my strongpoint :)
This chapter is really short but the rest will be much longer, especially as we get into the story. I hope to post relatively often if I can get chance to finish the chapters, but I sometimes just give up, so reviews would encourage me to continue! Okay, here we go, and I hope you enjoy it!
Prologue
"I think that is enough for one day. Goodnight."
With a sadistic laugh, the tall man left the room, abandoning what looked like a lump of flesh and white hair on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. The lump used the last of its energy to groan and roll into a slightly more comfortable position, causing it to gasp in pain. On closer inspection, this lump vaguely resembled a person, or at least what was left of one. Scars and fresh wounds both covered the body, still wincing in agony. Evil torture devices were littered all over the cold stone floor, covered in blood.
The room screamed of pain. The room screamed of death.
It was all going so well before. Just a few years ago, their army was awesome and they were taking control of many lands. They thought their victory was assured. No-one thought that it would have led to the brothers being captured and split up.
In the end, was it really worth it? Did they really believe in what they were doing? Was the killing of thousands really that necessary? All these questions swirled around the head of the unrecognisable person on the floor. He was just following orders, wasn't he? Or was he really as sick as the man who tortured him; returning day after day to get pleasure from inflicting unbearable pain on others? He tried to convince himself he was innocent, but all he had was uncertainty.
Did he really deserve this punishment?
A/N: BTW, this may seem vague but we will return to this scene later on in the story. Please review! :D