So umm... this is the second story that I've posted up here, granted I never finished posting my first one, but so many people seemed to have lost interest in it so I figured It'd be better if I just started a whole new one. I know it doesn't seem like it at first, but the story will get more romantic as it goes on. Please review, I haven't been on in a very long time and I pray that I've gotten a little better since then... Well here it is, I hope you like it.
Prologue
Screams, most likely the most common sound a human makes when either scared or in pain. I don’t see why though, it never does any good. No one comes running to save you, and it’s not like it makes your attacker stop; some freaks even enjoy listening to the screams of their victims. Personally I could really care less either way, they’ll die regardless.
“Oh, will you shut up already?!” I yelled at the man who lay dying before me. His pointless screaming had ceased to amuse me long ago. I lifted him by the hair on his head; there wasn’t much but it was just enough to grab and make it as painful as possible. I looked into his eyes and he stared back into mine in horror; it must be terrifying to be face-to-face with your death. I almost pitied the weak human whose life was literally in my hands, so I decided to spare the torture and just end his wait. I grabbed his face in my hands, and stared down at him he screamed one last time. I quickly snapped his neck, causing almost instant death, and dropped him.
I watched his lifeless body fall to the floor when I heard someone else scream behind me. It was the person who had accompanied the dead man, only proving my point that screaming is futile. This young man stood there the entire time and watched his friend die, didn’t try to help him, nothing, all the while listening to his friend scream and plead for life.
“Shut up before I kill you too,” I growled at him. The young man instantly silenced his screams and turned to run. I turned my head to watch, I found it amusing. He had just watched me slay his friend, despite his attempts to run, and still choose to try to run from me. His weak human legs would never be able to out run me if I choose to chase after him.
“Ira!” A voice yelled from my silver bracelet, Rodrick was calling me again.
“What do you want?” I asked impatiently, opening a small compartment on the top of my bracelet.
“Gather you siblings and return to the manor,” He responded, I could tell by the tone of his voice that he had rolled his eyes at me. I’m probably the last person he wanted to talk to on a friendly basis, but I’m the only one that will follow…non-violent orders.
“Alright, I’ll go get them. We’ll be there in an hour or so,” I responded dully and closed the compartment on my bracelet, cutting off whatever else Rodrick was going to say. If it was important he’d, I guess call me back, for lack of a better term.
I rolled my eyes as I walked off to find, as Rodrick called them, my “siblings”. I called them as they are… the other six deadly sins.
