Marked

Prologue

Drip drop drip drop drip drop drip

It was cold, no freezing but yet I could not shiver. Something didn't feel right. I felt empty....

I went to move my right arm but found it impossible to move. So I put all my strength into moving but all I heard was a clank clank.

   I was chained up and blindfolded. What happened? Where is Rebecca at? All these questions were running through my mind but I yet I had no answer for any of them. So I did
the only thing I could do. Closed my eyes and listen to the drip dropping of the water.

Around three hours passed till I heard the squeaking of the door being opened then swiftly shutting again. Then I heard footsteps heading right towards me. The steps stopped right in front of me.

   "Hello Scarlet", the man said. How did he know my name?

   "My name is Christopher Rose. Have you heard of me?", he asked as he began pacing in front of me. Yes, I knew who he was. He was a highly wanted criminal, but that was to be expected for he was the boss of a mafia.

   When I didn't respond he stopped pacing, walked closer to me and whispered into my ear, "I asked you a question Scarlet and I expect you to answer it".

He stepped back only a little before I gave my response, "Your a wanted criminal and a mafia boss." His response? Silence.

I wondered what he was doing. He hadn't moved from his spot but hadn't spoken a word either. I quickly thought over my words before saying, "Why would a mafia boss want a small child living in a small village?"

"Hahahahahahaha, my men mentioned that you hit your head hard but I didn't think it did this much damage."

I was confused. The last thing I remember was eating dinner with my master/guardian when......I think some men came in. No, some men busted down the door and grabbed Rebecca and......

Realization hit me in the face. Rebecca was dead. Murdered. And the men? I killed them......no I murdered the entire village out of rage. Then I collapsed, my vision was blurry but I remember a man and women coming and speaking over my body. But the words were fuzzy.

   "Well looks like someone remembers. But do you recall what magic you used to do the job?", he asked as he circled me, making sure to not hit the chains.

   I quickly thought back but I just couldn't quite remember. "No, I can't recall the magic I used. But what does it matter?", I asked feeling frustrated.

   He stopped pacing around me and whispered in my ear from behind, "You used death magic, little Scarlet. You know what that means right? It means you a grim reaper."

   That was.....no it couldn't be......I can hardly even use wind magic. How could I have used......death magic?

   "Is little Scarlet surprised?"

   Grim reapers were rare but extremely deadly. Their known for hating every living thing. I don't though.....so I can't be..... NO I can't be—

               Crack crack crack

   "Calm down, Scar. You just put a hole in my floor."

   No I can't be..........

   "It's not so bad and since your old master is dead, I'll even be nice enough to let you serve me. Just tell me where to-"

   "No!", I screamed as I cut him off.

   "Well Scarlet you either take my mark or you die. The choice is yours and even if you are a grim reaper, you can't control your powers. So that means I could kill you easily."

   He stepped in front of me and began waiting for my response. I thought it over. I could work for him and still not bear his mark.

   "How about I work for you and just not take your mark. Then you can have a grim reaper but not have to worry about clothes, food or shelter."

   It was quite for a few seconds and then I heard, "Hahahahahahahaha. Wow, you want to keep your freedom that badly? Fine then, it's a deal."

I heard him turn towards the door and began walking to it. He opened the door but before he closed it he said, "I'll send somebody to unchain you and get you some clothes. Just remember, anytime I have a job for you I'll send a letter about the job. You better do it if you have any sense at all and when your done with the job, I'll send you the money."

The door slammed shut and again I was waiting in the dark, listening to the drip dropping of the water.

But our story doesn't begin until 2 years later.

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~Shadow