RED DRAGON

prologue

Harry

In this world, you're either born sick or born weak.

From an outside perspective, both sick and weak would mean the same thing, but each word carries a different meaning in my head.

For the as long as I could remember, I was set on the thought that I was born weak.

I never defended myself, nor my mum even when she needed me most. I made sure to stay away from anything that would cause harm, even if that meant my mum would get hurt in the long run.

Sick people always went after the weak.

Sick people shouldn't have the power they posses.

And yet, Eli gave up everything he had to be considered sick. It's what he wanted to be, he felt as though they had everything in life.

The money, the cars, the girls, and everything in between.

I will never forgive Eli for what he did to my family for his own selfish gain, his dying wish to be one of them.

Years have gone by, and I still haven't shaken the image of stop my mum slipping away from my fingers. It's a feeling I wish no one has to feel, not even my worst enemy.

The feeling of having your only sense of sanity getting yanked away in a moments notice, is the most gut wrenching feeling someone could ever experience.

Being alone haunted me for the longest time, and it didn't help that I was born weak either.

I blame it all on Eli, his partner, and anyone apart of the Red Dragon.

Red Dragon dominated the world I once loved, and shattered any thought of the existence of good people. I've lost my sanity, trust and hope. And for those reasons alone, I won't rest until they're in the palm of my hand. And just as  they did, I'll hurt anyone that crosses my path and disturbs my focus on getting what I want.

The Red Dragon.

I was born weak, but I've gained my ability to become sick and I've never fucking felt better.

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