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Hmm...I might post some more of it later, it gets better as it goes on. The prologue doesn't have much description, but it it's supposed to be vague, it fits with the book and main character. This is all like a flashback. So far no one has commented anything, so I don't even know if anyone likes it, but still, I might put some more up anyway. Just bear with me; the story gets better.

Yay! Someone read it! Thanks Kirby, I'll post more up soon.

Ok, this is the rest of the prologue of my book. It's kinda sad, and there's a little blood, but not too much. So far this is all I have written on my book, but I will have more in hopefully not too long. Once again, I know ther's not much character depth, but the actual book will have much more.

'Kay, here it is.


One, obviously the leader, stepped forward. He was tall and skinny, reminiscent of a scraggly tree. His shoulder length black hair was greasy and matted, and hung into his face, half hiding his gray eyes. He smiled wickedly, enjoying the look of helpless terror on his prey’s faces. Condescendingly he addressed the woman. “Gimme the boy and we’ll let you go. You’re not the one we want.” He grinned wickedly, showing rows of yellowed, crooked teeth.

Shaking her head, the woman called back, “Why do you want him? Just leave us alone. We never hurt anyone!”

“None of your business!” He shouted, “just hand him over, now! ”

“No! ” she yelled, anger and fear tinged her voice, if no one had heard them by now, help was probably not coming. She had already considered the possibility that she might die this night, and now she resigned herself to it. She would protect her child with all of her strength, but she doubted it would be enough; all the men were well armed, two had swords and the others had an assortment of knives and daggers. She reached out and took her son’s hand again; it was shaking. She gripped his hand tightly and he squeezed back. This was goodbye, one last moment together before everything they knew would end.

The skinny one pressed forward again until he was only a foot or two away. He reached out a rough hand to the boy, who slid back, away from the man’s touch.

Furious, the lady slapped away the man’s hand. “Leave him alone!” she cried.

The man’s grin slipped, a scowl replacing his smile. He sneered as he replied. “Fine, if you will not hand him over, then we will take him!” He motioned his gang over, forming a semi circle around the pair, completely blocking the alley’s only exit.

The boy still remained beside his mother, even as the men advanced. Desperately he tried to think of some way out of their predicament, but no solution came to mind. They would have to fight and hopefully be able to escape in the scuffle. The alley was small, and not all the men could advance at once, only one or two at a time. The chance was slim, but better than none.

His whole body quaked with fear, his heart raced, and his breathing was rapid and unsteady. He was no fighter. He’d never killed anything more than small animals for food, and never a person. He wasn’t even sure he could fight now that he was faced with it. One child and a woman facing four armed thugs; the chances of escaping were slim to none.

Reaching for a knife concealed in his coat, the thug addressed them for the last time. “I’m tired of waiting.” He snarled. “This discussion is over! ” Reflecting the moonlight, the long knife shone like blue fire, cold and pitiless metal without feeling. He pointed it at the woman, his first target. If she had stayed out of the way she might have lived, but her interference would bring her death. He hurled the knife towards her chest.

The woman’s mind went blank as the knife sped towards her; she was frozen in place, unable to move. Closing her eyes, she waited for the knife to pierce her flesh.

She heard the man’s yell, then felt something whoosh past her and thump to the ground. Her eyes snapped open, and she screamed at the sight that met her eyes. Instead of the knife hitting her, her son had thrown himself in front of her, taking the knife that was meant for her. Now he lay, moaning softly in a crumpled heap on the ground, clutching his left arm. The hilt of the knife protruded just below his shoulder, and already a dark stain was spreading down from the wound, dripping into a small puddle on the ground. The dry earth quickly absorbed the blood, drinking it up like some unholy beast, ravenous and bloodthirsty.

She screamed, cursing at the man, then turned to her injured child. Back turned, she never saw him pull another knife from his belt. It struck with grim accuracy, burying itself deep in her back. She collapsed, landing a few feet away from the boy, hitting the ground with a thud; the beast would have her blood too.

“NO!!” the boy screamed. “Mother!” he pushed himself to his knees, ignoring the searing pain in his arm. Slowly he reached out to her, tears streaming down his face. “Please, no, not her.” He begged, “Don’t die, please...Mother.” When he reached her, she was not yet dead, but the life was rapidly leaving her eyes. She whispered softly to him, he could barely understand, but he made out her words. “I love you.” She breathed one last time and fell silent. Laying forever still, she would never again see her child with living eyes.

The boy continued sobbing, kneeling over his mother, thoughts rushing through his mind. Why her?! Why’d she have to die! I was supposed to, not her! They wanted me! Why’d she have to die?! Mother!!He broke off, still sobbing, he couldn’t see, or breathe, or hear, all he wanted was to curl up and die next to her. The only thing letting him know he was still alive was the pain, as long as that was there he was not dead.

Warm, wet blood seeped from his shoulder, soaking his coat, and dripping from his fingertips as he shakily forced himself to stand. His shoulder burned like fire, but he pushed himself anyway; nothing mattered anymore now that his mother was dead. The last person on earth who cared for him was gone, and he was completely, and utterly, alone.

He wanted to hurt that man. More than anything else in the world, he wanted to cause him the pain that he was feeling, to take revenge for his mother’s death. He stumbled forward, but tripped and fell after a few steps; the men stood by watching him, laughing at him, mocking his efforts. Not wanting to admit defeat, but knowing the battle was lost, he finally stopped trying to stand, and lay panting, exhausted in the dirt.

Physically and mentally he was drained, he had lost a lot of blood and was feeling dizzy, and his mind still felt ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Silently he cursed his weakness; because of his weakness his mother had died, and now, because of weakness, he couldn’t even repay those who had hurt her. In that moment he made one promise he would keep until the day he died. I promise, Mother, that I’ll become stronger, and never again will I stand by and watch someone I love die. I swear to you, I won’t let this happen again.

Blackness was seeping into his vision, the world was spinning, and he felt light and detached. Half conscious he watched as a strange dark-haired man appeared at the entrance to the alley.

“Hey, Who’re you? Leave us alone, we’ve got business to attend to!" The thug shouted as the man advanced. “Don’t get in our way, or else-” The leader was cut off in mid sentence. The strange man with long, black hair kept back in a ponytail struck out at the leader. One, two, three hits and the thug was down.

The man’s moves were so fast, the boy wasn’t sure he’d even moved at all, he thought he had seen a pale blue light when the man struck. No, he must have just imagined it, if it was true the man had done something forbidden. Something dangerous and punishable by death.

The dark-haired man turned to the remaining men, eyes challenging them to try. Like cowards, the men disbanded, retreating back into the shadows, letting darkness consume them, as it had already consumed their souls.

Long, and black, the man’s coat fluttered in the slight breeze, following him like a shadow. His golden eyes fell immediately on the boy, still lying on the ground. Sympathy etched his face as he reached down to the boy, scooping him into his arms. One last look at the man, and the child slipped into unconsciousness, blackness filling his world, and burying him in darkness.

Wow, that was longer than I thought. Well, that's all for now, my Dad's pestering me to get off the internet. stressed

Myiii, your syntax in the second one was waaay off. I'm sure it was just fast typing, or somehting, but the sentence flow of a few of them, and the grammar errors kinda made it hard to focus.

Other than that, I love. So post the first chapter, huh?

(The warning about blood struck me as funny, but then, it's me. You should see some of the stuff I write sweatdrop )

Edit: I've gone back and edited it, but a few things I'm still not happy with. The whole 1st paragraph of the 1st part and some other stuff. I'll probably make more changes later. If anyone catches anything, it would be appreciated. It's always harder to spot mistakes in your own work. Anyway, thanks, I appreciate all your critiques.

Right now I'm too tired to edit anything else accurately, yet again it's 2 in the morning my time. Goodnight.

Oops, that was just a typo ( I seem to have a lot of those...) It should be "Reaching" Thanks for catching that!

I'm not sure when I'll have the 1st chapter done, school's tomorow and between homwork and various other things I really have no time to write. sweatdrop Most of my writing is done on the weekends, so....

My teachers would probably yell at me if they caught me writing in class, they think school is for school work only. So basicially, working on it in class is also out, and (I'm going to give you all my teen-age drama) my Alg. and Chem. grades are slipping, and my parents have already threatened to take away my computer if they don't come up.

Ok, I'm done ranting/dramatizing about my life.

Yay! Edits work well. I think.