The Bride & the Darkman

Prologue:

I am Harvey Isaiah Peterson. Years ago, when I was a much younger man, I lived a happy and wealthy life with my rich family. However, my life was soon about to be jaded. You see, I lived in a small town in England, called York, in the year 1940, during the Second World War. At the time, much of Europe had been put to ruins. Many of people's lives were ruined as well, both the rich and the poor. As for me, I tried to keep a positive out-look on life. Believing that one day the war would end and that things would turn for the better in due time.

I at the time found a love interest. Her name was Hannah Baker, a lovely red-headed girl with blue eyes. For me, I was a slender thing at the time. I had long brown hair and blue eyes. I also always wore a black tuxedo and vest, a white dress shirt, and a red bow-tie. Going back to my love interest, I loved her dearly to my heart's pleasure and she loved me just the same. Eventually, Hannah and I got married and lived a joyous marriage. I even thought of what it would be like to have a child of our own. I guess being the age of 27; I already had plans for a family. One day however, that all changed.

Hannah and I were at her father's tavern and she were serving drinks at this point.

"Would you like something to drink Harvey?" Hannah asked me in her soft and beautiful tone.

"Why certainly!" I exclaimed. "I would like a mug of rum please."

"It is coming right up!" Hannah said as she danced away to the back of the tavern.

Suddenly however, while Hannah was in the back, the bombing sirens went off! A Germen bomber was passing over my home town that I grew up in! It dropped a bomb right near the tavern! A large explosion came about as the guests and I took cover! After the bomber then passed away, I got up to ask if everyone was alright. Everyone groaned in reply. Even Hannah's father was alright other than a few cuts. Suddenly, I remembered that Hannah had gone to the back to the back to get some rum! I quickly rushed back there and looked through the now blown down door. What I saw made me sob to my knees in heartbreak. There, lying on the beaten floor was my now dead Hannah! Hannah's face had the look of seeing something horrific, as probably she knew that the bomb was going to hit her. Hannah's eyes looked at me as if she were saying "Help me" to me. I looked straight back into her eyes. I fell to the ground and sobbed. At Hannah's funeral, my soul was ever so broken and married. But little did I know that this would change my outlook on life and my entire personality before I knew it.

I remember one particular night; I completely lost my mind. But not in the way of how people may think so. I was in my bedroom when my mother knocked on the door of my room. What she saw next.........made her want to scream in horror! My mother looked at me and saw that my fair toned skin was now pale white! My long brown hair was now raven black and my blue eyes where now dark purple!

"What in bloody name has happened to you Harvey?!" my mother screamed out in horror!

"Mother," I said in a surprisingly calm tone. "My soul has now shown the true pain of my loss of Hannah through this "change" of mine. But never fear for I will not harm anyone or anything."

My mother then just fainted and fell to the floor.

In due time, I grew anxious to seek action and adventure. And to also vent-out my rage and hate towards the Nazis for bombing my dear Hannah. I then became a foot solider for the British army. There in the army, that is I learned how to fight with swords, guns of all sorts, knives, and most importantly to me.............my fists! Reason why is because the other soldiers made fun of me for what I looked like. So, I had to knock some sense into them. Bloody idiots! Eventually, after my training was passed and completed, I went into the real war and fought many different rough and bloody battles. Through a span, from when I fought, it went through 1941, all the way to the end of the war, in 1945. I fought long and hard until I stepped on a landmine, blowing my right leg off! It hurt like the bloody devil himself!

After my accident, I was then taken and transported back home with a right prostatic leg that the army implanted in me. And in due time of the war ending too. However, from all the money I used to go to the war effort and get drafted, I was broken. To make things even worse, even my own family rejected me from coming back home! The reason behind that was because, of my strange and freaky transformation of appearance, they believed that I had changed drastically in my personality. I guess that my personality had changed drastically. Instead of being my happy positive self, I was now a dark, brooding, and aggressive type of man now. Life now just seemed so hopeless. For weeks I walked down the streets of my home town trying to find a place for shelter and find food to eat. At the same time, not only by my own family, but I also got shunned by my former friends, neighbors, and even Hannah's own family as well! However, I always had one rule to myself. That rule was not to hurt, destroy, or, kill, anyone to obtain food or shelter, unless I was being harmed or threaten. So, I followed that rule for a long time, and it worked out well. I eventually found a job as at a steel factory where I operated the machines and forged metal. Although, the manager and the works didn't like my being there at all.

One day however, I was arrested for stealing some money from the factory I worked at. The only thing was that I didn't even do this crime! I was framed! Afterwards, I was then interrogated for the crime they thought I did. I naturally stated my side of the story, but they didn't listen to me one bloody bit! They then took me away and beat me to a bruised and bloody pulp! I then was thrown into jail. In my jail cell, I bleed from my mouth and nose. My cloths where now cut and dirty as well. At this point now...............this is where my other story begins................