Prologue

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The plane flight was long and quiet. The flight was said to take about eight hours. The only sound that was heard in the quiet atmosphere was the loud music that emitted from a young man's cell phone. His headphones weren't very good at keeping others from hearing the music that played, so the lyrics of the song were faintly heard throughout the plane. The young man was staring out the window at the dark sky and clouds that were scattered around. He brushed his brown hair from out of his face and sighed quietly. The most of the other passengers were already asleep and he didn't want to wake them, though he knew his music wasn't helping. He had the same song playing since he got on the plane and he's already been in the air for three hours now. 

SO YOU CAN THROW ME TO THE WOLVES 

TOMORROW I WILL COME BACK

LEADER OF THE WHOLE PACK

The song, oddly enough, encouraged him to leave his home in the first place. It's been his favourite song since he was twelve years old. He was sixteen now, he's decided to leave his past behind him. His parents didn't care. That was why they weren't with him. If they did, they'd be sitting next to him on the plane, coaxing him to go to sleep. 

BEAT ME BLACK AND BLUE 

EVERY WOUND WILL SHAPE ME 

EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE

He started to lightly tap his finger against the glass of the window as the instrumental part of the song played. He smiled, remembering how he even got on this plane. He just wanted to leave. He was in a hurry. 

THE STICKS AND THE STONES THAT

YOU USED TO THROW HAVE

BUILT ME AN EMPIRE 

SO DON'T EVEN TRY

TO CRY ME A RIVER

CAUSE I FORGIVE YOU

YOU ARE THE REASON I STILL FIGHT

He just looked up 'cheap flights to America' on his computer. He took the first one that popped up. It was to Cincinnati, OH. He knew that the shark would probably find him sooner or later. He needed a new name. He needed a new look, a disguise. The young man figured he could dye his hair some wacky colour and get a few piercings. That would get him noticed... He didn't want to be noticed... Fuck it. 

SO YOU CAN THROW ME TO THE WOLVES

TOMORROW I WILL COME BACK 

LEADER OF THE WHOLE PACK

BEAT ME BLACK AND BLUE

EVERY WOUND WILL SHAPE ME 

EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE

He didn't want to sleep. He'd just travel deeper into the darkness of his mind and nightmares would take over. He forced himself to stay awake. Though he was slipping into sleep more and more every second....

~~~~~

"Sean? Is that your name?" The man looked down at the brown haired boy with a sadistic smile on his face. The boys parents didn't answer, they just watched the man place the knife on his throat and chuckle. "If I don't get the money by next week, I kill him. How does that sound?"

His parents said nothing, but shivered in fear. 

"Let them go. We'll be back in a week, you two. Try to run and you're dead."

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