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A boy was running through the woods. "For What?", You ask? He's trying to get away.

He's trying to get away from the monsters. Trying to get away from human. Trying to forget to his family, the ones to treated him like a dog his whole life.
The boy was the oldest of two children but his younger brother, died when he was 5 from the flu. The boy is now 18 years old, has hazel green eyes, Jet Black Raven hair, and milky white skin that glowed in the moon light.

The Date is October 5th, 1848. Two years earlier his mother way mistakenly killed when they were suppose to kill their neighbor who was accused of witchcraft. The boy felt a sharp painful thing go into his side, as if he were stabbed and collapsed near a tree and clenched his side, feeling the red warmth oozing in between his fingers. But he never wondered how it happened, because he already knew.

His Father, used witch craft he learned from their neighbor, who was also his mistress. Everytime he doesn't do what his father told him to, he would take it out on him, putting spells on him making him sick, lose his voice.

Or would use the worst punishment, the Doll. The father and his mistress made a doll, that looked like the boy, and put a spell on it so everything you do to it, it would happen to the boy. The father would burn the doll, put it in boiling water, stab it, step on it, cut it up, and it would bring the boy so much torture everytime his friends would ask what had happen to him he would have to lie.

Suddenly the boy heard movement in the near by bushes. "Who's there?!", he called out and felt searing pain go through his body as he felt something go through his chest making it hard to breath. He saw a pair of red glowing eyes, similar to a cats, getting closer and closer.

"Don't worry, Darling. I won't hurt you." A female voice said as a shadow rose from the bushes. The blood in his veins were almost empty and he started to feel his body go cold. The girl kneeled in beside him letting the moon light hit her face, showing her features. She didn't have glowing red cat eyes but dark brown eyes,Semi-long black flowing hair, dead pale white skin and blood red lips.

"What's your name boy?", she asked softly brushing the hair out his face, looking concerned. "Gerard Arthur Way...", the boy said with all his might. She smiled widely, exposing two long sharp teeth that glistened in the light.

Through out the forest and into town everyone heard his blood curdling screams, that would haunt the town for the rest of it's existence.

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