I stepped into the room, shivering when my bare feet touch the cold cement floor. The two men removed the bonds and pushed me inside. They shut the door behind me and I was soon consumed by the darkness of the room.
I sat inside the dark room with my knees up to my chest and my chin resting on top of them. I’m bored. I sigh. I get up and walk around the room. Then the door opens again.
A pretty faced male enters the room with a tray of syringes. He smiles at me and tells me to sit down. Usually I resist and fight back, but I sat down on my bed and let him walk towards me. His steps were slow and cautious, like he was afraid that I might do something. He stops to lay the syringes on the floor next to him, picking up one of them. He continues walking slowly, now saying words of reassurance to me.
Once he is close enough to reach my arms, he gestures towards my hand, wanting me to lift it up. Obediently, I lift up my right arm and reveal it to the man. He carefully lifts my arm a little and points the syringe to one of my arteries. Just as the syringes touches my skin, my left arm snatches the needle and my other arm pushes the man away.
The man struggles to get up from the floor and run out the door to call help. I run ahead of him and slam the door shut, locking it. He looks helplessly at me, then he starts groveling. I chuckled darkly and said, “You all are the same. Spineless rats who always hide behind the shadows of the people who you think are there to ‘protect you’.” I let out a laugh. “Fools! Fools! That’s what you all are. FOOLS!” I scream and lunge at him. He tries to scream but I cover his mouth and muffle them. I lift my arms and stab the syringe into his throat, splattering blood on his scrubs and my gown. I stab him again and again, until I made sure that he was dead. I got up and kicked the corpse aside, making my way to the window. I opened it and smiled. I climbed out and landed on the soft grass.
People say that I'm crazy because of what I did. What they don't know is that I did because I had to. If I didn't, I would die.
I should probably introduce myself. They call me Black, but it's actually Takeo, Takeo Nakamura. I was nicknamed Black because of my trendies to stay in the dark side of things. I don't like the light, it's too lively, and it hurts my eyes. Some say that I am somewhat like a vampire, which I take as a compliment.
I live in a large condo at the edge of Tokyo, giving me a nice view of the city. My father was a wealthy businessman and my mother was a housewife.
I made the choice of going to a public school. My parents insisted on taking me to a private school, but when I saw the uniform, I decided against it. I thought I'd make more friends.
I was pretty popular. I had a couple of girlfriends but I didn't get intimate with any of them. I wasn't a very social person, but people always come up to me and try to be my friend. Of course, I kept my distance.
I try not to be in close relationships. I’m too dangerous for those.
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I need an editor to help me with the chapters and person who knows graphic design for a cover page. I really need help on this because I tend to delete my fan fictions when I start them. I can't edit my chapters because I don't really see my errors. I have the first chapter on google drive so if anyone is willing to help me edit it pm me your email adress so I can send you the document. I am also open for ideas and stuff so please comment on the document as well.
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