Fallen Prince

Chapter 1

"I'll name you Pit!" The female with long chocolate brown hair announced as she held the baby close to her chest. She glanced over at the twin that had came. The female only wanted one son and this one seemed.. different. His hair was black unlike the one that was in her arms.
"And this one..?" A male with brown hair pointed over at the other baby they had just laid on a table.
"Pittoo. It means Pit two. Second Pit. That's all." The girl responded calmly before walking away.
If only they knew what type of fate awaited the boys in-front of them. Maybe they would've been a little more careful. Unaware, life continued on normally. Pit, the young boy with brown hair and blue eyes, was treated with all respect and love. Pittoo, the boy seemingly cursed with black hair and blue eyes, was stuck in the shadows.

Both of the boys were only five years old but everything was becoming obvious. Pit was going to inherit the throne when he was older while Pittoo would probably be thrown to the side. Neither of them would speak of it as if it was forbidden. The smaller boy twirled a piece of his brown hair as he glanced around. It was a seemingly quiet peaceful day. There were so many kids that wanted to play with him but there always was. But out of the corner of his eyes he saw his twin brother watching them in jealousy. As Pit opened his mouth to call him over, their mom tapped on his shoulder to distract him before sending a glare towards little Pittoo causing him to run away.

Slowly, Pittoo was pulled from the dinner table to eat in his room alone. It forced him to realize he really was the unwanted child. At least he learned how to read in time. Instead of complaining, he lost himself in the few books he could find around the gigantic palace. Even if he tried to get his mind off of it, there was a deep hatred growing in his heart.

At age twelve, their roles were completely different from one another.
"Pittoo, go fetch your brother some water!" His mother announced. She waved her hand rapidly as if to signal it needed to be fast. Without anyone protest, Pittoo went a grabbed the water.
Once he came back, he handed the water over without saying anything but even that wasn't enough.
"Too slow!" Their mother called out. She pushed Pittoo to the side before leaning down and rubbing Pit's cheeks. "Isn't it obvious he deserves the quickest service?" She really liked him, didn't she? Nauseated, Pittoo quickly left the room.
"That's.. odd." Pittoo whispered to himself. His voice seemed rusty from barely using it. The young boy coughed as he walked down the halls. A break is what he needed but those were only for the wanted children. Stupid Pit always getting what he wanted. Of course even Pit started to become a stuck up brat. A chuckle left the boy with black hair's mouth. They were all going to regret this eventually.

"Only a few days left." Pittoo whispered to himself as he stared down at the plan that he had sketched out. His sixteenth birthday had just passed but the celebration was just beginning. Pit may have gotten a big ball where he could scout out possibly wives but he had gotten the greatest celebration of all. Death. But it wasn't death to him, he wasn't going to let them win that easily. Holding up his sword, he pointed it to the ceiling. Flinging it around wasn't a problem in his room. His room was practically bare except for blankets and pillows on the floor for bedding. A few books placed around him and pieces of paper with markings on them littered the floor. No one would know. No one checked the room of the unwanted.

February 17th was the day. Pittoo put the sword in its sheath before walking around. The reason a servant prince like him could carry it around was in case he needed to protect the better prince. Nothing was suspicious luckily enough for them.
With a quick knock, the door to his parent's room opened. They asked him to come in for once which meant the chores were going to be lengthy. Chores were not going to get done today that's for sure. With a devilish smirk on his face, he shut and locked the door behind him.
"Mother!" It sounded so cheery that she had to look over in surprise. It was rare for him to show so much emotion. But that's when she was impaled with the sword. Maybe giving him that simple training wasn't a good idea.
Blood spilled everywhere and splattered once he pulled the sword out. Blue eyes stared up at him mortified before the vision went black and her last breath puffed out. His father lunged at him but with no weapon. Why were they so unprepared? A grim laugh left Pittoo's mouth as he slashed at the other's throat a few times. Quicker than he thought but it still left him panting. The stench of blood quickly filled his nose as he stood there. Fresh blood dropped from his sword and onto the floor. His uniform was completely ruined by the blood but it didn't matter. The teenager felt alive for the first time in so long. The monsters were gone for awhile and even if he was now considered a monster, he didn't care.
"This is what happiness feels like, isn't it?" The boy asked himself. Only feeling miserable for the first half of his life, he didn't know how to react. It was all just beginning. Maybe next he could go for the crown.

"I think you need some help~!" A voice called out from the corner of the room. Pittoo's gaze left the dead bodies of the two he use to be forced to deal with everyday. It was close to the end of the world. Something so easily avoided. The girl that called to him sparked a curiosity inside of him.

"The boy of mystery has really done it!" She added seeming happier than she should after watching a teen slaughter his parents in cold blood. "Man I couldn't watch much longer without doing something myself! How about we make a deal?" The lights in the room flickered several times before they completely shut off.

"If you refuse.. its off with your head."