Laughter is Born From Madness

Prologue

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One dark and stormy night, a woman ran with a basket bundled in blankets covering a large lump at the top. She ran from a group of men with guns, her feet ached from the cuts and bruises on them. She raced through alleyways searching throughout the city. After what had felt like hours, she arrived at a building with a sign at the top that read "Undertaker". Carefully, she set the basket in front of the door and placed a silver-chained necklace with a blue jewel at the center under the blankets.

The woman kneeled and moved the top part of the blankets to reveal a sleeping baby's face. Her tears cascaded down her face silently as she kissed the child's forehead. She stood up and knocked loudly on the door, enough for the inhabitant inside to hear. With one last look at the child, she whispered, "Forgive me..."

Turning around, the woman took off towards another path the men would soon follow. Meanwhile, back at the building she previously stood before, the door opened revealing a man who had long grey hair with bangs covering his eyes. He looked around wondering what had woken him until he saw the child's face in the basket. With caution, he picked it up and carried it inside.

Placing the basket on a coffin, he stared at the child. Not long after, the sound of crying erupted from the child as it awoke. Panicking, the man raced to it and carefully picked it up, avoiding damage from his long black nails.

"Shh...it's alright." He repeated.

The child tilted their head at the man and reached for his face with their tiny hands. The man leaned his head down slightly but froze when the hand touched the scar across his face. The child broke out into a joyous laughter while waving their hands around. A smile surfaced onto the face of the man as he walked to the basket looking for items to identify the child. He only found blankets, a letter, and the necklace. He read over the letter that asks whoever finding it to take care of their daughter.

He looked at the child who was playing with part of his hair then looked back to the letter. His attention was turned to the necklace that was laid on the coffin next to the basket. He set the child down with care and placed the necklace on her then carried her to a small coffin that was her size and placed her inside. He set the lid of the coffin to the side so it wouldn't frighten the poor thing. Picking up the blanket in the basket, he placed it over the little girl who was slowly falling asleep.

The man walked over to the fireplace and tossed the letter inside then looked at the now sleeping child. With a smile, he picked up the only candle that still had light and blew it out.

"Sweet dreams, dearie."