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by loversonthesun
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Prologue
I was kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air. Every time I met with my friends, the recruits were close. The 'Secret Force Defending Humans', short SFDH, were hunting down hundreds of those whom they called RA's- Radioactives. We weren't regarded human anymore. We were a threat for mankind. And even those of us who truly tried to be good, were made to be bad. Only the Elite, a group of seven 'heroes', were granted to help the SFDH, killing their own kind in order to save the ones who would've fought them if it weren't for them being in the Elite. I, myself, have tried to be a part of he Elite for all my life. I've followed them around, prove to them that I'm good, showed them what I could do- only to get stabbed in the back. I envied them so much.
I don't anymore.
I had narrowed my head. They'd handcuffed my hands, thinking I wouldn't be able to use my powers like that. They could be so dumb. As if I needed my hands to conjure the shadows. Behind me, a thick black fog grew, followed by threatening sounds. The SFDH men kept straight faces, their guns pointing at my forehead and my heart. “Don't do anything stupid, man!” They warned, resulting a smirk from my side. The fog thickened and soon surrounded me, without them moving. They were taught to always keep their cool. They had been taught that RA's were handicapped when handcuffed. Not so this one.
A dark shadow made its way through the black fog, two red eyes hinting where its eyes were. One of the recruits screamed in horror, and they finally started the fire, but it was too late already. I was hidden in the shadows, defended by what they now called 'The Devil'. One of them made gurgling sounds, and I've heard this sound often enough to know 'The Devil' had cut his throat open with his nails. The man was dying, choking on his own blood while fighting to live. I ran my fingers through my hair, a devilish laughter leaving my lips. A second man was screaming for help, but was cut off by 'The Devil'. He whined as it lifted him into the air, and started throwing him around. Finally, as the man was still whimpering, holding his stomach, it approached him, and with his long, sharp tail started to cut the man's tummy open. I believe the man looked down at his opened torso, but was too shock to even shout. I knew it well enough to know that now, one by one, it started eating him alive, and turned to face the others once it was done. One might think they had escaped by then, but they couldn't. They couldn't leave the shadows, unless I allowed them to. I sat on a rock and observed the massacre, while one by one of them were killed away. The last one fell to his knees and started praying, and suddenly burned down to ashes.
There was one thing I hated most: Victims who searched for help by calling out to God. God wouldn't help them. It was me who decided whether or not they were worthy to live. And those 'peacemakers' seriously weren't.
Prologue is up! I have so much fun writing Lysander, seriously. The first chapter will be up by tonight, if the my brother's birthday doesn't kill me. I hope y'all like it so far. As for the sign, it'll be explained later, but it has a meaning! Hope this Prologue is interesting enough to make you subscribe? :b Leave a comment, if you like! Lots of Love, LoversOnTheSun.
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