Heartless

Prologue.

Heartless Prologue -

"Please don't do this," Blake begged. His big brown eyes filled with horror.

I instantly scoffed.

"I will not show you any mercy," I barked. My sister turned her head and looked at me cautiously, her arms folded across her chest. She didn't know what I was going to do, but she knew I wasn't going to let him off easy. "You helped the man that killed my father! And now you want mercy from me?"

Stupidity, that's the reason why the world is how it is now. I mean does he really believe that I'll let him go just because he said please? I don't think so.

"Please, I have a family."

That sentence ticked me off. My father had a family too. I quickly sent a blow to his stomach and dug the knife deeper into his chest. He screamed while scooting himself away from me, trying to slide the kitchen knife out of his bleeding flesh. That won't work. The chair shrieked loudly as it moved back a few inches, creating a little space between us.

I quickly grabbed the bottom of the chair, and pulled him back towards me.

"I don't care about your family," I admitted truthfully. "The only thing I care about is avenging my father. Now, tell me where Mr. Pops is and I might let you live to see your pathetic little relatives."

He whimpered when I pressed the cold knife against his face, smearing his blood on him. "I don't know where he is! After he killed Micheal he disappeared. Nobody has heard from him since. Not even his crew, or his son! You have to believe me!"

Wait.

"Mr. Pops has a son?" I asked curiously.

He nodded his head eagerly. "Yes, yes! He's about your age. Seventeen, I think! He's a senior in high school."

I smirked and raised my eyebrow. I looked at my sister, she stared back at me with a blank expression.

"Oh really?" I asked, curiosity taking over my once serious facial expression. "What school does he attend?"

"Luncheon High school."

"Luncheon? Isn't that in California?"

"Yes! That's the one! I gave you information. Now please, let me go." He begged.

"What's his name?"

"Axel knight," Blake answered quickly.

My lips curled up into a smirk. I think it's time I pay Axel knight a little visit.

I looked at my sister who stood there silently throughout the whole scene.

"Kill him," I demanded. I saw her leap over to him, grabbing him by his collar, before I walked out of the room. I could hear Blake's screams of protest, but I honestly didn't care. He doesn't deserve mercy, like I stated before.

"Now the fun will really begin," I mumbled happily to myself. "This Axel boy better be ready because I'm coming. For him, and his pathetic excuse for a father.

Mr. Pops will pay for what he did, and I don't care if I have to kill to get what I want.

I will avenge my father, and nothing will get in my way! Not this time . . .

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A/N: This a very different writing approach for me and I really hope you like it!