Horns of Revenge (Book 1 of Horns Unveiled Series)

Prologue

September 23, 2274 year.

Rain was dripping slowly from the sky. I was looking at the dark clouds that enveloped the almost sleeping city. I was on the roof again. Yes, I was alone again. The sounds of rain drowned out the sounds of birds singing, or I just simply stopped hearing them. It felt like I hadn't experienced the sounds of nature for a long time; that evening had become somehow extraordinary. Perhaps, because it was the first time when I stood on the roof and looked down from the 22nd floor without music in my headphones. I didn't like the sounds of this city and the city in general. It pushed me away and I wanted to leave this place since my birth. Everything here made me hate every fucking day. All those sad and grumpy people, damned and cursed memories, in which there was nothing good except pain, aggression and hatred.

However, this day was special. I was watching him. I had to take my revenge today. To avenge everything he had done to me when we were studying together in school. Yes, we had grown up, and back then, I couldn't really stand up for myself. But now, everything has changed. We had all changed over time. I didn't care what kind of person he became now. He will pay for all the good and bad things that happened between us. I didn't care at all. He deserved it. My psyche was destroyed because of him. He was the key detail at the beginning of the abyss that was emerging in my young soul. He had destroyed me, he was the first one who dared to do it. And I had to take my revenge.

Why was I on the roof at night? Perhaps you are pondering this question now. Well... It was not that simple. Revenge. Here was my shortest answer. I was tracking down my first target from the list of my vengeance for everything that the vile people in this world had done to me. I wanted to destroy them all to the ground. To burn it all down.

Yes, many people think that revenge does not lead to the desired results of satisfaction and healing of the traumas and wounds of the past, and also does not satisfy the feelings, because the psyche cannot be restored, and time cannot be turned back and we cannot change anything. The past cannot be fixed. Nothing can be returned. But I thought otherwise. It was the only thing I clung to during this decade of my life, as I had no other purpose. Only revenge.

It was a usual Thursday evening and it was raining outside.

"Perfect weather for a perfect revenge."

I was dressed in all black, my favorite color thus far. I stood on one of the roofs in front of the marked building, searching for his car to arrive. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through me when I saw his car, especially as they approached the entrance of his house. The building's sleek glass facade glimmered in the fading light of flashing ads outside. The driver opened the door for him as usual and then they were talking about something. At that moment, I decided it was my time to shine. A devilish smirk flashed on my face, the whole body was shaking with the rage and venom that was intoxicating me. I reached for the daggers tucked into the pocket of my hoodie and squeezed them tightly for reassurance.

"Today, I will certainly have blood on my hands," I thought. I enjoyed this idea; it sparked a sense of enthusiasm and pleasure within me.