All I've ever known is the darkness. I've pretty much just always been the odd guy out. I have been criticized, attacked, threatened, you name it. But who gives a shit? All I have to do is erase them. Get them out of my way. Keep moving forward. My urges are what move me. Ever since I can remember. From about ten years ago when I woke up at the bottom of a cliff, with no memories at all.
I woke up to see seven women staring down at me. I could feel nothing but pain. I guess they liked my looks because they carried me back to their place. I lost consciousness multiple times. When I woke up for good, they were all sitting around me. Staring. According to them, I was about twenty or so. Three weeks later I am fully healed. They wanted me to stay down but I didn't feel the need. I was no longer in pain. So why stay down?
They told me that the war had been going on for seven years. When I had woken up I was full of bullets. They had no idea why, or what happened. They were a war faction. They were sort of like rebels. They plundered lone soldiers, and killed everyone that came into their reach. I was fine by that. That is all I felt like doing anyways. Kill, steal... destroy.
They named me Zen. At one point I had a tattoo. I burned it off. It was a symbol of my past and I didn't need it.
I don't need anything.
I took what i wanted, when i wanted. I did whatever i felt like doing. All the time.
I know what I do is wrong. I don't understand why, but the bewildered look on the faces of my victims tells me enough. When Big Sis dissolved the faction at the end of the war, she asked what everyone would be doing. Tsasumi said she was going to start a new family. Her sister, Batski, was going to lay low for a while in the outskirts of the country we lived in. The victors of the war, Galay.
I told them that I was just going to keep doing what I do best. Kill, steal, destroy.
This country is separated into twelve cities. Twelve. One city for all the countries they conquered in the war. None of the people in any of those countries are welcome in Galay. Each city has a prison for the segregated natives. According to the M.P.s I am a native of Asiah, a country that narrowly lost. I have black hair that goes to my shoulders and covers my face. Anyone who is unlucky enough to get close enough to see my eyes would see that they are pure black. My skin is very pail.
When my world changed for good, it started at a drug club. It was called the Apartment. Such a stupid name. It's an actual apartment. Inside they do everything that the country has banned. Sexual deviance, drugs, prostitution, even the natives are welcomed. I was waiting for my next plaything when an interesting looking man walked in. He was blonde, tall, and attractive. I decided to meet him.
"I'm Zen." I said. "Guess you're my new toy."
The man didn't even flinch at my name. I guess he didn't think the most wanted man in the country would simply introduce himself like this.
"I'm Marcus. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand.
I turned around and walked back to my room. As I laid down on the bed, Marcus sat down on the edge of it. He must be shy. And a virgin. Wimp.
He turns to me and asks "Why are you doing this?"
"I'm not working per se. people just come and go as they please. If I like them, I fool around with 'em."
Hm... He looks kinda fun. Maybe I'll take him for a ride. I always wanted to know why people worked in pairs.
"But it won't be long before this place starts to get boring. You had better stick with me if you want to live." I pull out his gun and aim it at him.
