A handsome boy, thrown into the darkness by his evil, adoptive parent... but this time he must be kept away. For when the clock strikes twelve, instead of losing his riches and looks, he loses something much more ... his sanity . . .
A small child sits in a dark dungeon in the dead of night, staring with tired yet fearful blue eyes at the clock upon the wall. Five minutes to midnight.
His arms wrapped around himself as he tried to find his head; if only he could've kept it, he knew it would surely be lost as soon as midnight came for his mind.
He sat within the confines of a dungeon; dank, stone walls, slick with moss, cold hard floor and bars across the wall. This is where he slept every night, waiting. . . wishing . . .dreading . . .
ONLY THREE MINUTES LEFT.
He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself, staring, always staring, at the clock on the wall.
All this had begun a while back, as soon as his actual mother died from the electric chair after his father died doing a magic trick. He ended being on his own up until his teen years, where King Dice found him. He abused his powers of magic and when Hopus began to say 'no' to misusing his powers King let him know who was boss.
It was said that because his mother knew dark magic, she was able to curse her son to punish King and anyone else who hurt him a lesson. Dice had adopted Mangosteen and Mr. Chimes before choosing to not take anymore children under his arm of custody. Mike and Charlie, as they were re-named, always helped Dice in his plans of hurting the poor magician known as Harry. Dice was never married, but found and girlfriend who was against the abuse and ended up leaving him because of that.
After that, Harry began to lose his sanity and the curse had begun, tormenting himself and those who were around him...
TEN SECONDS
The boy's arms were wrapped around him like a boa constrictor, constricting his heavy and panicked breathing...
FIVE SECONDS
He began to shake violently in pure terror of what came every night, and would come every night in the future...
One...
His eyes darkened as soon as the silent chime of doom ran through the air. A smirk played upon his small lips, his buck-tooth and sharp canine teeth coming over his bottom lip. Slowly he rose to his feet, walking over to the bars, the only thing between him and his freedom. He gripped them, shaking the bars violently, laughing and screaming in psychotic joy as he shook the chains around his ankles, screamed murder into the darkness, waiting for someone, anyone to hear him . . .
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A/N: Hey y'all! I hope you guys enjoyed this prologue! The next chapter will be released right after this one airs/in released so watch out! I would like to take the time to credit Beth Bo-Bomb on Quotev for inspiring me to do this series, so now hold onto your seats, because the next chapter will be a ride!
