Prologue

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His blond hair accepted the wind's welcoming breeze as he walked on the beach side. Anger was his only fuel and nothing but negativity flowed through his veins. It was his own choice to choose this path of darkness. No one could stop him from achieving what he truly desired...what he wanted so badly that he killed his own family for. His need was taken away from him though, by those stuck-up mutants belonging to SM Entertainment. "I will kill them all...whatever it takes to complete the prophecy," he thought to himself.


Black "whippy" styled hair may have not been the best choice. Well, at least the "whippy" part practically draped over his left eye. He breathed a long and deep breath. He exhaled. Running wasn't his favorite thing to do every single morning, but he had no choice since he basically had nothing else to do in his desolate life. He stopped by the lamp post. Dark clouds were rolling by, slowly, carefully. Watching their movements, he thought about his past memories of his own darkness. How those memories haunted him today...how he longed to get rid of them, once and for all. But that can only be accomplished by one action: destroying those who inflicted the nightmares on him.


Quiet and mysterious was usually himself. Sitting in a dark corner with his back against the wall was usually himself. Gel spiked hair slightly moved at the tips as the humid air became trapped in the isolated room he was contained in. He looked at his wrists. "I'm glad I'm not suicidal. Majority of those other weaklings that call themselves mutants would have already died by now," he thought. He questioned on why he was such a loner, but he knew deep down inside his conscience that he wasn't always one. After all, the torturers are the ones who made him like this. He needed his vendetta to be fulfilled. He needed to find the others. He needed to fulfill the Dark One's Word before it was too late.


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