Their Name

Prologue

It was thirteen minutes passed nine, 21st of September 1989, the thunder crashes sounded like explosions and the rain hit the roof like bullets. Just ten minutes to go. The storm was blurred out by the ticking of the clock, each second felt like a day, and each minute felt like a month. A young person, twenty-five at most, anxiously wrote a note. The note was on a piece of paper, that was about to be taped onto the maroon leather cover of a book.

They taped the note and looked at the clock once again, ten seconds to go.

"Ten, nine, eight..." the person started to count down. "Seven, six, five..." They reached into a drawer and grabbed a gun. "Four, three, two..." They put the gun to their head. "One." They pulled the trigger and their limp, bloody body fell to the floor.

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The small house erupted in cheers as the clock struck 9:23 P.M. Today 21st of Setember 1990, was little Kacey's first birthday. Not many people were there, just some of her mother and fathers friends, along with their children, and family members.

The McCain family was known for their habit of celebrating birthdays at the exact minute the person was born, and present giving was only allowed after that minute.

Everyone at the party flooded in towards Kacey, showering her in rapped gifts. She opened what she could, but due to her young age and lack of sharp nails, she mostly just put some rips in the rapping, her parents opened up the gifts for her. Like most one year olds, she mostly received a large variety of stuffed animals and toys, the minority of the gifts were things like clothes and bottles.

About an hour later, when everyone had left and Kacey was asleep, her parents heard a knock.

"Special delivery for the birthday girl!" The familiar voice of the neighbourhood mailman was heard as Jeremy, Kacey's father, unlocked the door.

"Ross? What are doing here this late? The party's over!" Jeremy chuckled as he leaned against the outside wall.

"As I said, it's a special delivery. Special deliveries com with special orders. This one was supposed to be delivered one hour after the party. I dunno why..." Ross reached into his bag and pulled out a box. "Doesn't say who it's from. Just showed up at the station a year ago sayin' when and to were it's goin'." He looked thoughtful for a moment, but then shook his head and the usual goofy smile appeared on his face. "Anyways, I gotta get goin' back to my good ol' home. It's gettin' pretty late. Tell little Kacey I wished her a happy birthday!" Ross hopped back onto his bike and soon was too far away to be seen.

Jeremy went back inside and showed the box to his wife.

"What's inside?" She asked.

"Not sure, guess we'll have to find out! Could you get me a pair of scissors or a knife, hun? This thing's been triple taped."

Iris disappeared into the kitchen and soon reappeared with a small knife. She handed it to Jeremy and he started to cut the box open.

Inside the box there was maroon leather cover book. On the book a note was taped.

Give this book to Kacey on her eighteenth birthday. Please don't open it. It's important. Thank you.

No name, no signature, as simple as possible. The person who wrote this note must have not been the biggest fan of writing, nor the biggest fan of telling the world who they were.

Mr. and Mrs. McCain looked at each other confused. And rightfully so. At ten P.M. a mysterious gift arrives for their one-year-old daughter, instructing them to give it to her when she turns eighteen. The note is extremely simplistic, and the only other thing in the box was a book, that they were instructed not to open.

But how could they not open it? Every good parent should know what their child has been seeing. But how would they know what Kacey was seeing if they couldn't even open the book? Of course, if it was something inappropriate for a child, it wouldn't be anymore by the time they gave it to her. She would be eighteen.

The McCain's decided not to open the book. Everything had it's time, and whatever was inside of that books time would come in seventeen years.

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A/N: Hey guys! I know this chapter is pretty short, but then again it is a prologue.

Keep in mind that I've never wrote a story (or anything really other than school essays) before! So bare with me on this journey of learning.

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ALSO I'll be updating every Friday, even though today is Saturday.