In a world where everything is screwed up. One night, a girl with pink hair runs in the woods, running away from whom, though? She drops off a baby. The baby's name is Ray. Little did the boy's mother know, she had given him to the most famous assassin. David Collymore. But that could be the less of the girls worries. What life will Ray have after his mother gave him up to a great assassin, David Collymore. What life will the little boy have? Warning! This story talks about abuse, blood, rape, cuss words, manipulation, and many dark topic, but those are the main ones. If dark topic bothers you in general, do NOT read this story. Thank you for your time. (A/N) This is written by a 14 year old. So, that means everything is most likely going to be wrong. I'm using my resources, but they can still guide me wrong. If there are any errors, I apologize now. I try my best to proofread all of the chapters, I just get bored and post it the way it is. Please enjoy this story.

Little girl with black hair and deep dark blue eyes, darker than the deep oceans. The little girl had a tough childhood. She always tends to be reading fantasy books, romance, and even manga's, just to escape her day to day life. She always wished the magical beings in her books were real. Real enough to actually hear them talk. All she wanted was a friend. Her brothers, mother, and father pay no attention to her. Well sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. In all truth, she wants to die. She to chicken though. Until one day, something in her hellish life turns good. What will be the awakening for her? Her to leave her old life back at home? What is this 'awakening?' For the little girl? (A/N) This is written by a 13, and 12 year old. Writing is going to suck, story line might not make since sometimes. That's okay. We're both two weird kids, with a weird thoughts. Spacing paragraphs are also going to suck. Everything is going to suck. That's okay. This is practiced for future us. I hoped this clears things, for future references. Updates might be when ever we feel like writing that day, or not. That depends, on week, and school. We own ever bit of the story. Plotlines, characters, etc. We own them, we own every bit of this story.