My First Time On Here

Prologue

  Some times the past can hurt you, but you need to remember that whatever you once were then; is different from who you are now. This is a story about people who overcome and who are overcome if not careful. There's always one place where every story needs to begin , but sometimes the ending of one story is the start of another.
  It started after my parents got married. (They had me and my brothers before they were married.) They were never happy about their past. They would sometimes talk about how bad things had gotten, but they always remembered the good times that came out of it. I would listen to their stories about how they overcame many dangers. They had always watched each other's backs. But in the end they weren't able to protect each other. My mom was on a business trip when it happened. She worked at a biochemistry lab, and had to go to Japan to present her discoveries. When she got there,BANG!, a gun had went off. She had been shot. All of her work was stolen. The police found her body in a creek, and they thought she had drowned. That's when they found the gunshot wound. The police called my dad to tell him what had happened. When I came up to him and asked him, "Whats happened?" He couldn't reply. That's when he said one word ,"Mom." That's when I figured out mom had .... died. After her funeral our father started to teach is how to protect each other. He once said," Your family is the one true thing you need to protect above all. Cherish and hold to it." I had a lot of scars because of my  practicing. One day my father had to go to the market because we needed groceries. I had offered to go, but he said no. As he walked out of the market place,BANG!, he had been shot. The local police had called our house to tell me what had happened. They said he was in the hospital. So I ran to the hospital, but I was to late he had .... died too. I had gotten his funeral ready. I was listening to others and their fake pity. I couldn't watch as they closed his coffin to bury him. My grand mother stood behind me and watch as I started to change. My hair changed from a beautiful brown to a snow white. My eyes changed from a grey hazel to a crimson red. I swore to myself that I would take revenge and protect my brothers even if it meant my life. I lived by those words. But one day had changed my whole life.
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