Masked Slayer: Night Warrior

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Author's Note;

  When the bandages came off, Parker looked in the mirror at a stranger. --Richard Stark, the Man with the Getaway Face.

New book alert. Woot wooot!

This is my first thriller/mystery book, and I couldn't be more excited to be starting it. *Jumps around maniacally.* ...Nevermind.

Anyways,
Note that all of this story is entirely from my own imagination.

I took loads of time to think about the background of the story, let me tell you.  I'm hopeful it's gonna turn out pretty good and you people will surely like it.

Beware: I take up writing only as a hobby, and not as a professional. That means there might be errors every here and there, but I'll make sure to edit them once pointed out.

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.  

Anyways. I hope everyone enjoys reading this book as much as I'll enjoy writing.  x

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Masked Slayer: Night Warrior

By: KestrelI

Prologue: Finding the tear

-FOUR YEARS AGO-

I was wrong.

I knew I never had to stop my search. I knew that one day I would be proven right. I knew there was something hidden from me.

But that didn't stay the same for long.

These people thought of me as a little kid, thinking I never knew what they talked about. They weren't aware that I took notice of every thing.

Every single thing, since my beautiful mother died.

The day my mother was murdered on July 28, 2010 was the worst day of my life.

Her death was kept a secret from everyone. People thought she ran away from home, including me.

But I found out. I found out that she had been murdered by unknown people and that her body was found near the old building that was located in the fields. The same day, the people who found out about her death were shaken. No one uttered a word of what happened to anyone. But word spreads out quick in a small town like Aersbyrde.

All types of possessions of my Mother were then taken away the same day. Those belongings were burned. All of this while my thirteen year old self stood watching. Begging them to stop. They didn't.

I vaguely remember being shaken up from sleep at midnight, and being dragged by a masked man, who was very tall. I was hauled all the way to fields, where a large group of other tall masked men were gathered. They had a fire lit and were throwing what I recognized as my mother's belongings into that fire, one by one.

I didn't know why I was there or who these people were. But I found out that night that my mother was murdered by these men as I watched her dead body lay next to the fire.

I remember screaming and crying so much that night. However I don't remember when or how I blacked out and was found by the people of our town the next morning, as I lay unconscious on the ground, the sand concealing my face.

I was now sixteen and was intransigent on finding those unspecified people. I was resolute on finding the reason for her death. Who were these people and why did they do this to my mother?