Prologue

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Somewhere in a dark cold room there was six boys chained to chairs. Two bluenettes, two blondes, and two ravenettes sat in that little room. There was cuts and scars covering their pale skin. Blood was all over the room on the walls, the boys, and on various weapons used to torture the poor boys. The smell of blood was strong along with the smell of fear the boys was letting off. The door opened and in stepped a man. He was in his late thirties and reeked of alcohol, drugs, and smoke. Once the door shut the man began to scream things at the boys like 'it's your fault' or 'you deserve to die'. He grabbed a whip from the table, that contained other weapons, and began to whip them. Soon the man left after he was satisfied with them in enough pain.

After a sound of lighten struck the same six boys woke up from their nightmare in sweat and tears.

"Did you guys have the nightmare again?" One of the ravenettes asked in his normal motherly tone. The five other boys nodded quietly. The other ravenette spoke up.

"It's okay because that man is locked up in prison and will be for a long time. He won't come after us, right?" He asked looking at the eldest ravenette.

'Let's hope so.' They all thought before laying down again. The boys stayed up for the rest of the night but didn't bother to keep the conversation up.

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