*no one's pov*
(I didn't draw the art used)
And I just found my og prologue so I'll put that in as prologue 2
TW: mentions of blood, potential gore, arson, murder.
*5 years in the past*
In a dark, dingy city that stood precariously over the rivers edge, there stood a family, as still as statues they stood gazing over the city just standing there until dawn. As the sun rises the family turned and headed back too their house, as they neared they heard a child screaming. One by one they enter through the door into the house the screaming got louder and they looked at the scene upon them; a mother who had just given birth surrounded by blood with a midwife busying her self by cleaning the newborn and the blood around the new mother.
"It's a girl! We have been blessed with a darling girl!" She shouts excitedly over the screaming child.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND GET ON THE GROUND NOW!!" shouts a loud monotone voice from the doorway, they family complies, as the figure emerges from the shadows they start to get a glimpse of leather biker shoes and the tails of a long leather trench coat.
"TELL ME WHERE THE VALUABLES ARE OR ILL BURN THIS PLACE TOO THE GROUND!" boomed the voice the command echos through the rickety old house. Then slowly the oldest in attendance pointed at a painting hanging above the door frame then another painting, and another, and another, until there was a metallic click and the paintings started to bulge, then rip, then all kinds of jewels and gold pour out from holes in the walls. The thrift ran around like a kid on Christmas shoving as much as he could into his burlap sack. Once it was full and bulging the robber turned around and looked down at the people on the ground and said "You know, I'm feeling especially pyrogenic today," as he grabbed a box out of his pocket, out of the box he grabbed a match, and struck it against the side of the box
"Oops" he said dropping the lit match onto the ground, laughing maniacally, and without a second thought grabbed the new born child and dashed out of the burning building, turning around only too laugh at hearing the dieing screams of the family trying to escape the collapsing building.
YOU ARE READING
Land of the Lost and Lonely
General Fiction"I know a place for the lost and lonely don't be afraid we'll be one big family of freaks, like you and me" - freaks by Jordan Clarke. T.W There will be swearing, fluff, and potentially smut, as well as mentions of self harm, bullying and blood/gore...
