Death at First Sight

Prologue

Bryce was a college kid, he was majoring in music and was quite talented at it. His mother would always sing to him when he was little, and his father was never around to see his talent. He was always too busy working, and when he was home, never paid any attention to little Bryce.
Bryce got a full ride scholarship into the biggest music college in his state, and started a tiny band. After a gig, he was getting dragged out by a girl, to the alleyway, where he found the masked men.

"Go, run, I don't want you getting hurt," Bryce told the brunette girl.

She ran, she looked back to see the men slowly approaching Bryce and called the cops.

Bryce, once alone, was confronted by the five men, the dreaded black ski masks covering their identity. One shouted to bring out his wallet and to toss it at them, while the other pulled out a gun, cocking it and then placing it at his chest.

Bryce couldn't stand to see people in pain, and he was scared for his life, so be tossed his wallet at the men.

Before the men could even back away, a masked man in grey, wielding a katana, at the vulnerable part of the leader's spine. He audibly said to drop the weapons, and when the men turned towards him, he killed them all.

A disgusting 'shing' noise and drips of moisture fell to the ground, Bryce closing his eyes from the horrible sight, to shaking like he was having a seizure in fear.

The man then spoke up again, "I'm sorry, to scare you like that. Here's your wallet." His voice wavered a bit, like he was having a emotional breakdown.

I looked up to instantly regret it, his eyes, peeking through his mask was the lightest shade of blue, green, and brown, his eyes looked kind and not at all psychotic, like he just murdered the five people laying in between them.

"Why?" Was all Bryce could manage to get out.

"They were gonna kill you, wallet or not. I did what I had to do."

Bryce just staggered, and forced himself not to look at the scene and turned away, wanting to sit down, to not fall over from shock like he was a drunk.

"We gotta get out of here, the cops will be here soon, that girl of yours already did the favor in helping you with that," The masked man wiped the blood off the katana, and hid it in the specially made sheath that blends in with his clothes, going underneath it with the bulletproof vest he was wearing. He then grabbed Bryce by the shoulders and led him to a nearby coffee shop.

Bryce wanted nothing to do but to run, but his shaky legs and arms left him in no shape to get away from the man who grabbed him. The man then led him to a table at the coffee shop, sat him down and then went up to order two coffees, and by the time he came back, Bryce was nowhere to be seen.

The masked man still remembered what his face looked like, and his heart skipped a beat, and drooped a bit with disappointment. He could understand though, he seemed to be a monster, a murderer, but he didn't seem to know what got him involved in the first place at the gang fight.

Hiya all! This 'prologue' was something straight off the egg fryer, in other words, my dumb brain. I hope you all liked it! Tell me if you like it, or certain ideas, characters, should be implemented, I will try to update everyday, but I got PSATS tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes.

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