Hazel Eyes |Ashton Irwin Dark|

Prologue

WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, CONSTANT SWEARING AND VIOLENCE, PLEASE DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU!!!!!
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The Battle of 2020 is probably the most important war we've had since WWII. It was the time where humans became afraid to even go outside. It was the time where the sun stopped coming from behind the grey clouds.

That's someone thing I would love to see. The sun.

But sadly, that'll never happen.

The deal our elders made with them in order to keep everyone safe, was to stay inside the boundaries of the Town. No one is allowed to go past the walls, or the consequences are severe and they will be able to past the walls as well.

In return for our safety, every month a 'sacrifice' is given to one of them. But usually, the unfortunate choice rarely makes it past the wall before the monsters are done with them.

No one has actually ever seen one though. Not unless you've fought alongside the elders when the war started. They say they are the most divine looking creatures they've ever seen, and that one look in their eyes will make you want to do everything they say.

I've always wandered about what their eyes looked like. Aunt Bee says she prays that I'll never have to, and that someone with a heart like mine, will easily give in to the pain that lurks behind the indescribable irises.

But I don't know if I would want to. They sound like a bunch of ass-wipes if you ask me. And if there's one thing I can't stand, it's a cocky son of b.itch.

Pardon my French.

But seriously, the only ones who actually want to see one of them would be the whores who would give anything to spend time with them. Even if it's only for a few minutes.

But the only whore.s are in the age group of 15-19. There are I think four age groups for the choosing, and they're always picked at random for each month, but never in a row.

The range is from 12-20. They always have to have a young fresh body, or they will threaten an attack.

Which we would outrageously be outnumbered.

Today is the day the elders randomly draw out a name for the filthy bloodsuckers. It's like some twisted version of the Hunger Games, but it's the only way to do it fair. So anyone could get picked, it's not based on favorites or who they think isn't worth living. It's all based purely on the paper that has our names.

Luckily, I just turned twenty last week and will not be participating. But since I'm in charge of the orphans who have to go, I will still be attending.

How fun.