Catch Me If You Can [SNAIL LIKE UPDATES]

Prologue

It was dark and gloomy that night, and the atmosphere was damp with moisture and trepidation. It was raining very heavily in Koha.

The tribesmen had spent the entire day worrying and looking on with fear for this very moment. This day meant something very close to their hearts, and soon would change the entire world.

All the tribeswomen had gathered in a small room in a broken and abadoned building in Koha. They were waiting eagerly for something just like the rest of the tribe. they completely filled in the small room, each of them sweating bullets and eyes filled with fear and somwthing else.

'You must push, my lady! You can do it! Yes, just like that!' encouraged by the midwife Safina pushed with all her might. She wanted to get rid of this pain that this child was giving her. She couldn't wait for the moment where she would hold her beautiful child in her hands.

Giving one final, last push Safina scremed, 'Oh my God! Please save me! Aah!'

Safina was panting, her eyes drooping, her body sweating and her throat parched and rough when she heard the midwife exclaim, 'It's a boy! You have been blessed by the Gods my lady! It's a boy!'

'It's a boy? Truly?' asked Safina. The midwife replied. 'Yes, my lady. Truly it is a boy. Have you decided on his name?' asked the midwife.

Safina replied, 'His name will be Farian, named after the first head of our tribe. I have a firm belief that he will grow up to be as good-hearted and respectable as him.' 'That's a beautiful name and thought my lady,' replied the midwife.

Suddenly, Safina began gasping and shaking. 'Oh no! My lady please hold on! Do not depart now! Your son's future will be ruined!' the midwife exclaimed. But her effort was futile, because just about thirty seconds later, Safina stopped breathing. As if sensing his mother's death, Farian began crying loudly.

Hearing all this commotion, Safina's close aide and friend, Sarina came rushing into the room. 'What is going on, Marianne? Is Safina okay? What about her ba-', she topped short when she saw her dear friend lying deathly still on the makeshift bed. A small baby boy was crying sitting beside her. She made the connection and stood still with the shock of it all.

She screamed and cried, running to her friend's side. She tried shaking her vigourously, she tried to gently slap her face as if to get her to wake up. All the attempts to do so failed. Safina had died. Sarina cried for her friend's death and for her son's future. She slowly and gently picked up the boy and asked for his name.

The midwife replied, 'She named him after the first head of our tribe, Farian. She wanted him to be respectable and good-hearted just like him. Those were her last words.'

Sarina silently cried, holding Farian close to her heart. She felt irritated and furous with their tribe's principles just then, the same principles which she dutifully followed and respected.

Of course she did not know that it would come true. Her tribe would eventually destroy Farian. And he would grow to become a monsterous man, never seen before by the world.

The uncatchable serial killer, Farian Goodheart.

A/N:

I hope all of you enjoyed the beginning of this story. It is short but i hope all the chapters will be longer than this. I have been having this idea for a very long time now, and am very excited for this story. I might not be frequent with my updates of this story since i have to focus mainly on my studies. Please understand my plight. I thank you for taking the time to read my story and joining me on this very very long journey. I hope that you will enjoy each part of this journey.