Merciless

Prolouge

'While jelousy was the root of all evil, love was the source of all good. Jelousy brought out the worst in everyone. Love created the best...'

He ran as fast as he could, his tiny legs screaming in protest. But he could'nt stop. Finally, he would show them. They would be satisfyed with him and tell him that he is worthy. He was lightheaded with excitement, dizzy with the thought of finally bringing some pleasure to them, to let them know that he is not a complete dissapointment.  A broad smile lit up his whole face, but as he passed people pointed, hate and disgust contored thier feutures. Someone spit and it hit him on the chest, but for the fist time he didn't care, nothing could ruin his glad mood at the moment. Or so he thought. 

As he neared the house, something did'nt feel right. There! On the door step was drops of blood, but not just any blood. His mother's blood. With panik choking him he rushed up the stairs as screaming echoed all around him. Siezed by fear he forced himself to move, walking inside his parent's room he had to stifle a scream. There, laying side by side are his parents. His mother had a knife sticking out from her chest and his father had a wound that exposed his heart. Tears stinging in his eyes he dropped to his knees, sobbing. He held his mother's hand but there was something there, a paper. Drying his tears he opened it, but the contents had him sobbing all over again. 

'Blake, If something happens to us, you have to be a good boy and read this cearfully.

Look in the cabinet behind the bed and take out the lether box. Keep it safe. When you meet your mate give the contents to her. Make sure no harm is done to her. You're special. As soon as you've took the box, run away from here. Somewhere far where you will discover the truth about yourself. 

'Remember that we will always love you. Don't think that we never had. We had our resons. We will always watch over you. Keep safe.

                                     Love/ Your guardians' 

He stood up, the smell of rouges still lingering in the air. Only one thing were going through his mind, only one word. Quickly securing the box, he jumped out of the window, running till his legs gave out beneth him. Running till his lungs burned. 

Faith was a whore and that bitch mocked him daily. But this is quite more than what he could manage. With one ord searing in his mind he was off running again. The pain and grief was the fuel to his anger. They would pay, for once they would all pay.

Revenge... Oh sweet revenge....

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