Young Writers Society

This has been given a 16+ rating because of adult themes and subject matter, not because of overt swearing or sexual content. If I post later chapters, they will also have this rating (there will be more violence in later chapters).

Prologue

The seemingly perpetual Grover’s City of New York stood 30 miles from the next notable city, and another 120 miles from the next biggest city. It was a young city, the residents said, because its population was mostly composed of the younger generation. Its population stands at the time to be 100,000 individuals, mostly under the age of 18. Its school districts are massive, its hospitals are plagued daily with the accidents of the young.

If you lived in Grover’s City, you knew about a couple of important events. In 1935, the depression hit hard. If you were living in the City at the time, you weren't living very well unless you were a man named Mr. Grover, or A. Grover. He resurrected the town, as some like to say, so he got his name on it. Economic suffering was the least of the resident’s troubles, considering. Crime today in Grover’s is rare, but back then, there was plenty of motivation. In order to introduce you to the particulars, it’d be best to relay the rest directly.

People commit mistakes and blunders, of course. In the regular course of time, many people make an innumerable amount of mistakes. That’s what I’d like to call M. Holmes: a blunder. He was born from a neglectful father and a mother who left at a young age. Trouble was brewing then, you could say.

To start from the beginning, the age of 14 shall suffice. M. Holmes was quite a young man when he first showed any hints of later showings (I’ll get to those later, of course). He was unusually quiet, but also quite intelligent. Those around him called him a wanderer, or drifter. An accurate analysis.

So he wandered and he drifted for a couple of weeks during the summer. It only took a few days for the notice to be circulated, for when someone was missing in Grover’s, it spread quickly. The name was Jack something, can’t quite recall. People never suspected M. Holmes. I didn’t suspect he had it in him, to tell you the truth. He was an honest and straightforward guy. What a good guy.

So he floated around, this Holmes figure. Floating and not doing much for the first three days, until things got weird. He didn’t show up at school, he didn’t eat, and he didn’t respond to even casual conversation. Still, no one thought of him until it was too late.

As fate would have it, I lived to see him caught. After a few days of searching, they did find the body. By chance, as you might expect, it was in Holmes basement. Apparently, Holmes had a grudge against this boy and had delivered his own painful method of retribution, involving the use of various power tools.

Well, skipping over that, Holmes was arrested. See, his father might have been a drunk, but that was the point. All his days were spent in a drunken haze too thick for him to even properly manage a power tool. Holmes was only 14, so he was shipped off to some sort of school for behavioral issues. I shall get to the purpose of this story before you witness the horrors to come.

I would like to shed light on some awful things, say, to help Holmes. Holmes is dear to me. He is my everything; the light for me is only him. He is accessible, but inaccessible to me. Before I continue, it would be best if you knew. I am M. Holmes.

Don’t be worried. I will commit no lies, tell you no fictions. This is the story of me, straight and honest. You may not believe some of what I say. It might be hard to believe me. I was not myself when I did those things, honest. Just in case you have doubts, I shall have someone who also experienced my experiences in total narrate this for you. Before I do, introductions are necessary.

Allard Malcolm was perhaps my closest friend in my early years, and up until the murder. A quiet, introspective individual who was always willing to lend a helping hand. You may like him, even if you don’t like what he says. Let me guide you to the first chapter of my life.

Note

The first chapter will be released very soon. I've been sitting on this prologue for a while, deciding whether I wanted to go anywhere with it. Let's just say I'm testing the climate right now. If people want to see more of this, I'll release the first chapter. If not, I'll leave it at that. I'm relying on reviews and comments to determine whether I should continue.