Adar

Prologue

© 2013 by Alan Velasquez

All rights reserved.

For my Mother, Whom I love very much.

Author: Alan Velasquez.

Co-Author ( And my Friend) : Elisha Alvarez

Author's Note: Thanks for all of you who have supported me, in writing this story. I have worked hard for about a year in writing this, and I hope all that work wasn't in vain and that someone enjoys this story.

Prologue

Horror stained the boy's face. He couldn't move. His legs were planted to the floor. He was breathless. He saw his mother's blood, a red, crimson color.

The body of his mother lay on the floor, with a pool of blood growing from underneath her. Her white dress had been stained, with a large, red blotch at the center of her chest. Her hair spread over the floor like a fan. Her skin was now pale, with a gray tone to it.

He opened the bedroom door, making his way into the room.

"Mother..." He said, tears streaming down his face. "Mother." He slowly made his way over to his mother's once living body. Now, there lay only a shell of where his mother's soul once was. He slumped to his knees, putting his head over his Mother's chest, sobbing. He heard no beating. She was gone. Losing his mother felt no different than a hit to the chest with a sledge hammer. His heart filled with grief, pumping pain throughout his body.

The silence was cut short by a noise. Thump... Thump. Footsteps. They were getting closer. He heard men arguing.

The boy ran into the closet, leaving the door slightly open, barely over a two finger span.

Two odd looking men entered. The first man to enter had a patch over his eye, with a bald, shiny head. His stomach was hanging over his belt. The second man to walk in had a long nose and a thin, bony body. His hair looked matted and the majority of his wrinkles seemed prominent around his eyes. The bony man wore a gray, ragged uniform, while the other wore attire suited for a butcher. The long nosed man showed yellow, crooked teeth as he sneered.

The bony man pulled out a blade.

"I told you to slit her neck! Why can't you just do as I tell you for once?!"

The other snorted, "I have more experiencing in killing than you know, you ancient bag of bones. It hardly matters now, as she is dead. Now let us take the rest of her valuables. "

The bony man grinned, showing his deformed teeth. "Langstrom wouldn't mind if we took a little of what we needed from this house. After a hard day's work I'd say he would've insisted."

"Langstrom didn't say how we should do it. He just ordered us to make sure she was taken care of."

The bony man knelt down beside the boy's mother, grabbing the necklace around her neck. "Look at we have here, a nice necklace for me."

The boy's tears had now dried. He gripped the blade in his hand, the blade his father had given him. He could hear and see the two men laughing. They had taken his mother's life, and they showed no remorse for it. He lost control of his emotions and exploded out of the closet.

The man with the patch turned, as he heard the closet door open. He never saw the boy coming. His patch left him at a disadvantage, along with the boy's speed, making it a deadly combination.

The bony man looked up to see his accomplice receive a seven-inch blade in his abdomen. His accomplice fell, eye wide with pain and confusion.

The bony man was taken by surprise. He saw the boy who had stabbed his accomplice, a boy no older than fourteen, with dark brown hair and tan skin. The boy's eyes were filled with rage as he pulled out the blade. The blade, the boy gripped in his hand, was stained with a crimson color.

The boy rushed towards the bony man. The man stood up and swung wildly at the boy with his dagger. The boy ducked under the cut, tackling him. The man felt himself crash backwards into a table, letting his knife drop to the floor. The impact, of the two, broke the table. A kerosene lamp, which had been on it, was sent crashing to the floor. It smashed instantly on the wood, igniting a fire on the wooden floor.

A fire began to spread across the room.

The two ignored the fire as they wrestled on the floor, both desperately trying to get a better hold on the other. The bony man attempted to stand up, only to be sent crashing back down from a hit to his solar plexus.

The boy managed to grab a hold of the man's head and neck, kneeling down on one knee, while digging the other knee into the man's back. The man's legs lay on the floor, with his neck craned backwards.

"Tell me who sent you!" Yelled the boy.

"Nobody-"

"Liar! I heard you speak of someone. Langstrom... was it him. Did he send you to kill my mother?! "

The bony man grabbed for the boy's hand. The boy jerked the man's head to the side, and sunk his knife deep into the man's neck. Blood began to spill on the boy's hands, and then it gradually slowed to a drip. He felt the man's struggle weaken. He sunk his blade in deeper. The struggling of the man stopped. The boy released his hold on him and stood up. The body fell backwards, a look of pain now marked the man's face instead of a sneer. His eyes were wide and his mouth open, revealing the hideous, yellow teeth.

The boy pried the necklace from the man's skeleton-like fingers. He turned to see the flames consume more than half of the room. Now, they were making their way towards his side. The flames surrounded his mother's body. He felt the heat grow. He moved back, as fire covered the walls, entirely, forcing him to exit out the door. He glanced back to see the body of his mother being crawled on by fire. His eyes tore away from the image that would forever stay in his mind.

The boy was outside now, watching the flames climb the sides of his house and reach the top. It was a cold, windy night. He only wore a thin shirt, along with dark trousers and shoes, to protect him from the cold.

An orange bright glow was produced by the great fire. Half of the boy's face was covered by darkness, while the other side was shone on by the orange glow.

A tear escaped his eye.

He had lost everything, his mother, his home, and his desire to live. The only thing driving the boy was revenge.

The giant, orange flames were reflected off the boy's, teary eyes as he stared into them. The reflections moved as the flames grew.

He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his fist. "You... whoever you are Langstrom. I will kill you," said the boy. "I will not stop until you are Dead; I swear it!"

He turned and left into the darkness of the night, and into the cruelty of the world.

End of Prologue

Thanks a lot to Shaimaa259 for editing this chapter! :) You people should follow her, but don't ask her to be your editor, as she has already signed a contract with me! Jk, she's a cool person!