Instinct

Chapter 1

This chapter is more of a proglogue than an actual chapter. It's more an outlook and a taster of some of the content and what some of it would be like. Throughout the story, the POV is kept the same and is told in the main character's Point Of View.

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Red. Ever since that incident all I've ever seen was red. Red stains my vision and paints the dull streets with a beautiful sense of serenity. The cries of scream ring like music in my ears as I twist my jagged blade in the shoulder of some thug. The grin on my face widens as I look at my masterpiece displayed in front of me in the dim alleyway. I watch as five bodies lay motionless caked in their own blood. My sharp gaze meets the twitching body of the thug I just stabbed, so he's still alive. My eyes squint slightly almost as if they're smiling as well, this is such a fun game.

"Ya know, this was fun playing and all but-" as if written down on a movie script, police sirens fill the neighbourhood and the red and blue lights rebound against the walls of the street, "I guess this is farewell for now." I wave at the bloodied man and walk towards the shadows. I sigh reluctantly, if only I had a minute or, so I would have won this game. Oh well, I shrug. I'll win next time. Next time I'll kill them all and fill the grey streets of this damned town with a passionate red. I lick the blood off my blade and watch as the silver gleams in the moonlight. "It's a full moon," A smile replaces my usual maniacal grin, "how fitting."

I walk to my small apartment block- oh damn I just remembered. Haha! Sorry reader or God or whatever I forgot to introduce myself. Well let's see. where do I start? Well for starters I'm 16... I think maybe seventeen. I'm a guy and I like the colour red. I have this condition that I only see shades of grey well apart from red. Pretty crazy, huh? I'm uhhh half English and half Japanese. Yeah that sounds right. I have black hair with dyed red tips and my eyes are light grey. My name you ask. Well I don't have one. I'm nameless. Kind of sad huh. Mmmm I don't care; I don't need one. I go by many names though. Red. Rogue. Midnight. Red jack. Red Devil. The crusader of the dark. But none of them are my name. They're not even original for God's sake. Who's the bloody git that came up with them?

Anyway, enough of me. Let's just refer to myself as uhhh... wolf? Yeah ok let's go with that. I have a white Utonagan called wolf (creative I know) and my temporary name is going to be wolf. Wow I just realised how dumb a godly criminal mastermind could be...