That intoxicating sense of euphoria you feel after you've killed your first person is without a doubt very overwhelming and the very thing that creates the psychopathic killers seen littering the streets of New Jersey.

Except, I don't feel euphoric, at all.

Instead, I feel ashamed of myself.

It was painful to watch as the brightness in her eyes dissipated only to be replaced by a dull spark that said nothing more than death. It pained me to watch her smile disappear as I pulled out the knife I plunged into her chest. It hurt me worst of all when she had said, or rather, asked, her final words before falling backwards, dead.

"Why?"

Tears streaked my face as I stared at her dead body. Her eyes, glossed over and staring at the moon, were still open so I closed them.

"DROP YOUR WEAPON!"

The police had long since gathered behind me, but even to this moment, I had paid no attention to them, I have no intention of doing so anytime soon.

What I did next, surprised no one but myself.

I bolted.

I heard the officers from behind me cock their guns and then I heard the man, whom I assumed was the person in charge, yell at them.

"DO NOT FIRE THAT GODDAMNED WEAPON!"

It seemed they were giving me a chance to escape. But of course I knew they would come after me again, and again would be coming very soon.

I stopped running when I could no longer hear the angry, indistinct chatter of the policemen and women, this is the twenty-first century.

Man, I'm so out of shape. Only a few meters and I'm already gasping for air. I leaned against a wall for support as I continued to breath in and out heavily.

It took a long time, but at long last, I was able to stand straight and breath normally. Everything was working properly, but as expected, the angel on my right shoulder wouldn't stop bugging me. The demon on my left was doing the exact same thing, bugging me.

And no, they're not visible, they're just figments if my imagination.

"Turn back and give yourself up!" The Angel said.

"No! Run as far away as possible!" The Demon said.

I'm pretty sure you can guess who I listened to, and if you can't, I listened to the demon. I guess you can call me a bad person, only, I'm not just a bad person.

I'm wanted.

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How was it? I hope you guys liked the prologue, I tried to make it as professional writer sounding as possible because this book will probably be published! Don't be afraid to criticize my work, I need your criticism to make this book as good as possible!

Ja, my fantabulous mini warriors!

🍰 -_Scarlet_Warrior_- 🍰