I am Jonathan Morgenstern.

A new dawn

(Listen to the song Monster by Rhianna. It's up above:)This chapter is dedicated to @jemcarstairs1000 for motivating me to write more!:)

Two years later...
Jonathan stared at his wavering reflection in the pond, it was distorted. Like me, he thought. He was stronger now, he wasn't the little wimp he was two years ago. He was a warrior. No one could break him. After he made the decision to devoid his soul of emotion he was safe. They couldn't hurt him. His fathers words couldn't scar him, not anymore. Now the scars on his back were just painful memories. What did it matter that he would never love or be loved? His own mother left him, he didn't need anyone's sympathy. He took a deep breath and drew the dagger from his boot hurling it into the air as a sparrow flew past. There was a loud thud and the sparrow was lying on the ground, the dagger right in the middle of its lifeless body. Jonathan tilted his head in fascination. To think he used to cry over sights like these. No more being a coward, no more being as fragile as glass. It was a cold world and even fire couldn't thaw the hearts of the wicked. Not when they were too far gone. Just like him. Where there was once a boy with dreams, stood a monster with nightmares. The nightmares he head as a kid had stopped, its funny how the nightmares only stop when you become the nightmare that had caused so many sleepless nights. Jonathan walked up the stair case, his shoulders hunched over. You would too if you were carrying the weight of your fathers expectations on your shoulders. Valentine was a bad man. The kind of man he used to be afraid to become. Then he realised there was no point in playing nice, it would only get you killed. He needed power. He urged for control. Sometimes he could see Valentine's eyes showing a small rare glint of fear when he grinned at the blood on his hands. He didn't mind. Fear meant power. Power meant control. Something he didn't get much of. Jonathan raised his head and stared out the window. He could see the rolling hills and green valleys. He smirked. Soon all mine, he thought. All mine.