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Unexpected Feelings- Prologue

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My small form shook as I watched the scene unfold before me. Two men had broken into my bedroom, on the second story. I couldn’t figure out they had gotten in, but right now I was too frightened to care. The men were tall, dressed in all black and their faces were stiff. One man was sneering, laughing as he once again bashed my daddy’s head into the wall. I whimpered, pulling my knees closer to my chest as I huddled against the wall of my closet. I noticed that daddy was no longer moving, and my eyes began to burn with tears.  The other man looked at my mother. Her face showed fear, but there was fire in her eyes.
“Relax, we only want the boy. He’s young, perfect to become the next Ravener.” He said in a gruff voice.  What was a Ravener?
“No! You leave my son alone!” Mommy yelled. She then ran at him, but before she could do anything he simply grabbed her and ripped off her head, making it look as effortless as ripping off a butterfly’s wings. Blood splattered my closet door, going through the slats and allowing drops to hit my face. Unable to keep it in, I screamed in horror and began to cry.  Both men turned and began to walk over. I tried to move away but i couldn’t, and the one who had killed my mother shoved a rag in my face. It started to get dark, and I felt my body go limp.

When I woke up, my arms and legs were tied down. I could feel a cold surface under me and realized I was naked. I tried to wiggle free, but the straps were tight around my thin limbs. Suddenly, the door opened and an elderly man walked in. He was thin and hunched over, and as he got closer I could smell sweat and urine. His clothes were filthy and stained, and my stomach churned.
“Well aren’t you a beautiful specimen!” The man cheered excitedly, dragging over a metal cart. On it were many tools, a small bottle, and a syringe. “Tell me boy, how old are you?”
I stayed silent. The old man picked up a knife and before I knew what was happening, he sliced a deep gash in my tummy. I screamed, and he leaned over me.
“How old are you, Dante?” He repeated. How did he know my name? I swallowed the taste of vomit in my mouth.
“T-Ten..” I choked out, voice hoarse. He laughed, and my stomach churned again. He made another gash on my chest, and once again I screamed. The old man seemed to be enjoying himself, and it frightened me. He continued to cut, stab, and torture me until I could no longer scream. Finally, he put the knife down, instead picking up the bottle and syringe.  I whimpered, turning my head away. I felt a prick, and suddenly my body was on fire. It hurt too much to even scream, so I simply arched and opened my mouth in silent agony. My body jerked as I began to vomit, writhing and desperately waiting for the pain to stop. I gagged, nothing left in my stomach to come up. And just like that, the pain stopped. Something was wrong though. The room seemed brighter, though the light was off. I could hear the rapid thump-thump of my heartbeat and I felt strange. I looked at the man and my temper flared as I began to struggle against the straps holding me. To my surprise, they began to tear, and I was able to break free and stand on my feet. Now it was the old man that looked scared, and he started to hobble his way to the door, screeching out names. I felt movement under my skin, and from my back burst two ebony black wings, and I looked down to see a black mist wrap around my arms down to my fingers, moving gently like grass in a soft breeze. Somehow the feeling was soothing. I could also feel something under the skin on my head as something grew out of my skull. The fear had seemed to disappear, and I glared at the man, reaching for him as the wisps lengthened and shot forward. They dug into his chest, five in all. My anger was interrupted as a man came in. Startled and coming to my senses with a gasp, I pulled the wisps away. The old man collapsed. The other grabbed me and began to take me somewhere else. I struggled, but a painful squeeze on my arms made me go still. We arrived in a large office. It was well decorated and smelled much cleaner than the room I’d been in a few moments ago. A woman sat behind a desk, a smile creeping its way onto her face.
“We’ve never had a Ravener able to get free like that… Rather impressive.” She said. I simply stood in silence. Taking that as a cue to continue, she began to speak again.
“I’m glad we found you.. You’ll make a perfect addition. Welcome, Dante.”
She smiled, and it sent shivers down my spine. She waved her hand and the man began began to walk me away. I was brought to a small room. It was all white, and the door slid open only with the code the man had put in. He shoved me inside, and I heard a small whoosh as the door closed behind me.
I know this is really short but prologues usually arent very long.. It was two and a half pages on google docs, but anyway. I think its starting out kind of weird and i'm not really sure how to feel about it honestly, so.. feedback..?

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