The Ravenwood Chronicles

Chapter 1- The Murderous Beginning

        The answer was clear, he should die, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to kill the blubbering man before me. This man was shaking, sobbing and begging for his life. He was around my age, and handsome, but I couldn’t let him live. He knew too much. I could here the guests in the large ballroom next door start to quiet as they heard the sobs, which were increasing in volume I need to quiet him before they come investigate.

         I should probably tell you how it got to this point, who I am, you know the usual stuff. However, I’m not sure I can trust anyone. Once you here the story, you’ll understand why. I won’t give you my name-yet- though you might need to know that I am a murderer. To help explain my actions, I will have to go a flew years before the beginning. Well, here goes nothing I guess…

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        Flames reached towards the sky, like a priest in prayer. I could feel the intense heat blast into my skin, leaving burns. I had made it out in time, along with my younger brother, Adam. He was crying. Understandable, seeing as our childhood home was being scorched to the ground. Especially at such a young age as seven. Me being eight years older, I tried to remain calm, for his sake.

         “Mother! I exclaimed as I turned to see if my mother had made it out, but saw no sign of her. There weren’t any screams; one would assume that everyone had made it out. However, my mother was nowhere to be seen. I started to tear up. Where was she? Why couldn't I find her?

         I saw the culprit. Or rather, culprits. The entirety of the small town we lived in had gathered with torches and kerosene. And were throwing them at large mansion. And that’s where I saw my mother, being held back by the men of the town. I couldn’t turn away, even as they shoved a large blade through her body. I knew she was dead, even from the distance I was at.

         I wondered then why our servants hadn’t tried to save her, but now I realise that they were in on it. They helped them. I knew then I couldn’t forgive them.

         When they found me and Adam, the asked what our mother had done in that mansion. The questions were they asked were insensitive at best: If we were really her children, if we had been experimented on, if we were tortured. We told them exactly the truth, that our mother was not an evil scientist, torturous murderer, or child kidnapper. 

         Then they asked about the money my mother had accumulated since my father died. We told them once again the truth. Our mother had been an amazing businesswoman. Even if it was unusual for the time period. They thought our mother had turned to prostitution, asking if she sold us or herself for the sexual pleasure of others. It ended in one of them losing a finger.

         They let us go home, and I put on a facade of forgiveness for the next eight years. I was an heiress, and, with money Adam and I were left, I rebuilt the mansion and built up  a large business in selling medicinal herbs. All the while carrying out my murders as revenge, never killing those of families had nothing to do with the brutal murder of my own mother. No one ever suspected me, or anyone, for that matter. They never had enough proof to convict anyone. I was and still am truly flawless in this manner.  

Adam never knew about my… little hobby. I tried to keep him away from that. I told him that he was never to leave his room when I said it was time for bed. He listened for the most part. He almost caught me in the act once, but I managed to get him back in bed when I caught him trying to see what I was doing.

  

He’s so sweet. I couldn’t bear to have him die. It wouldn’t end well. For anyone. For now, I was content with just killing every now and then, making my victims know the mistake of going against the Ravenwoods. They will see there mistake.

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AN: Alright, first story. I have a good sense of where I want this to go, I just need to find the right pathway to get it there. I would love any constructive criticism, anything I could do better as the story goes on. I really hope you all enjoy reading, I think I'm going to have fun writing it.