Dark Minds by Katalynn

Prologue

Author's Note: This story will probably have angst and tragedy in it. However, just not yet. This story will most likely be finshed and/or editted over a course of at least two years. It will have dark concepts in it that will be explored and developed more indepth later on when I can give it a higher rating. I am not quite old enough just yet to give this story a rating of M.

Prologue

A lone figure walked down a dark, desolate street. The figure was dressed head to toe in all black except for the choker the figure wore. Deep, piercing blue eyes that change colors randomly could be seen. The left eye was a shade lighter than the figure's right eye. Both eyes had five rings around the pupil. The figure was short, an even 5'0. The figure took its hands out of the pockets in its black coat. Its hands were adorned in black leather gloves. The figure wore black, thigh high boots over a pair of black skinny jeans. A black cloak that blended in with the shadows and the dark was worn over everything. The figure continued walking at a relatively fast pace. The figure rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.....or so it seemed. However, things are rarely as they seem, now aren't they?

The figure had rounded silently on its feet. It grabbed a male by his throat and shoved him against a wall. A black dagger adorned with different manners of jewels was at the male's throat within a matter of nano seconds. The figure leaned into the male and whispered in his ear with a gender neutral voice void of emotion. A lock of blue-black hair fell upon the male. The male gain a look of terror on his face as his knees knocked toghether. The figure straightened and smirked at the male's expression as he fled from his near death experience. A chuckle came from the figure.

The figure scanned the area with its aura, seeing if there were anymore unwanted presences. Once it was satisified that there weren't anymore, it continued walking. It made no sound as it walked. It was almost as if it was a ghost or a spirit amongst the streets. It kept its aura and power under a tight rein. So tight in fact, that its presence was unfelt. It truly was as if it were a ghost or some supernatural presence. The figure ran its fingers over all of its weapons, both concealed and exposed. The figure took a sharp turn. The terrain changed suddenly. Before it was relatively smooth, now, however, the ground beneath its boots was unlevel. Pine needles were stepped on and crushed but no sound was audible as the figure walked. The scent of the pine needles were released.

The figure inhaled the scent of the surrounding woods deeply. It exhaled with the ghost of a content smile played upon its crimson-black lips. The figure began to run all the while its black cloak somehow managing to remain closed in turn, concealing its form. The figure had no scent. The sound of the rhythmatic thumping of a heartbeat absent. The figure jumped over a decaying log, the wind rustling it long tresses and the hood of its cloak. It smirked and its teeth glistened and gleamed in the soft, silver moonlight. The silver moonlight reflected off the deep onyx colored double snakebites the figure had....at least the only piercings that were visible at that paticular moment in time. It shook its head on the inside but remained stone faced on the outside. It mentally scoffed at the thought that he thought that it could not feel nor recognize his presence.

All the while, a silver haired male watched the figure intently, curious, with intense molten lava gold eyes, thinking he was undetected.

Author's Note: I am extremely extremely extremely sorry that I have neither been on nor updated in a long time and I apologize deeply for that. Gomen nasai. But my depression along with many of my other disorders were kicking my ass. I vow that I will try to update as often as I can and as soon as I can. I am also just so fucking pissed off about something that happened yesterday.