~ It's the end...right? ~ Garrence FF ~

~ Prologue ~

Garroth
I'm Garroth Ro' Maeve....I'm 18 years old, and as much as I don't want to admit it, I'm pretty sure I'm a psychopath.

I figured this out, by noticing I barely showed any emotions. I confirmed this information when I was 9, and I killed a mouse by stepping on it in the middle of my living room without any emotions. I soon found out it was a bad thing when my younger brothers screamed in horror and my parents started to lecture me about how that's not the right thing, and what's not.

Italics= Flashback.

I saw a mouse crawl from under the couch and run next to me, without hesitation I stepped in it, blood splattered all over my shoe. I looked over to my younger brothers and saw them screech in horror and cover their face sobbing. My parents ran over to the living room and stared at me with a surprised look as they realized what happened.

"Garroth, you don't kill animals!" My parents said in sync, then started to lecture me on how terrible it is, and how it's against the law, but they would let it slip this time since I was 'young' and 'didn't know any better'.

The thing is...I knew exactly what I was doing, and how wrong it was, but it felt....good. It felt good, when I felt the mouse's organs squish, just before I placed my foot down completely. I felt good when I saw the mouses blood spill all over the white tiled floor. That's when it became a habit, and I started to do it once a week in the woods.

Years of age: 11

. . . Slice . . .

I had somehow captured a weasel and broke its legs so it wouldn't escape when I brought it to the woods. I pulled out the pocket knife that my father had bought me for my tenth birthday, and crouched down on the forest floor, pinning the small creature to the ground and slicing their head off, blood oozing onto my hands and sinking into the grass and dirt.

                                                                               Laurence
My name is Laurence Zhval, and I'm 18 years old. There's nothing really interesting in my life, which drives me insane. It's the same old, same old crap. I must be the only interesting person in my family since I'm not as perfect as they are. I'm short, with light brown hair and pale, light blue eyes, with sun-kissed skin. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm also Gay. While my family either has dark brown hair, or orange hair, with blue eyes or black eyes. They're straight. My adopted sister, Cadenza has orange AND red hair, but she just dyed the red on. I saw it with my own eyes when I was about 5 years old.

I stumbled towards the bathroom giggling and saw the door wide open, my older sister was dying some of her hair red, which confused me. "What are you dowwing C-Cadenza?" I splurged out, my young self not being about to pronounce the 'i's. Cadenza jumped and looked over at me with a surprised look. "Sissy isn't doing anything Laurence! Now go to your room and play with your toys!" She yelped shooing me off and making me wince. Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm adopted? My parents disowned me when I was 14 since they found out that I liked boys. (for the some of you that are confused, Laurence and Cadenza knew each other before Laurence was disowned, so they went over to each other's houses, and they just happened to get adopted into the same family.) In my opinion, that's really...idiotic. But it was their choice to leave me to get adopted into a boring family. Sometimes my sister gets so annoyed I just wanna slap her in the face. She thinks she's funny, but she isn't. At all.

Age: 10

I was sitting at the dining table eating dinner, while Cadenza sat across from me eating her microwave meal. "...Hey Laurence...Why did the chicken cross the road?" Cadenza snickered, while I stared at my food, trying to ignore the horrific joke she had told about a hundred times. "Hm?" I simply asked, acting as if I had never heard her. "Why did the chicken cross the road...?" Cadenza repeated, a bit of annoyance in her tone. "...Cadenza if you tell me that joke one more time, I swear I will tell everyone at school you dye your hair red." I simply said, slamming my hand on the table and looking over to her, my eyebrows furrowed. "Fine, fine, jeez...." My sister sighed, looking back down and picking at her food with a fork.

(A/N: This story is probably gonna suck, just like all my other stories, so....eh.)