Prologue
My sister was killed.
And it was all Blayze Walker’s Fault. If he hadn’t done what he did, she would’ve been with me, I wouldn’t have been alone all this time, I might’ve been different.
But I’m stuck. Can’t think straight without talking about the negatives. Everything…everything is dark in me and it’s all his fault.
He killed my father too. Why? Because he couldn’t handle himself, his rage was out of his control.
My mother, she’s a wicked beast. Brainwashing everyone towards herself.
Sometimes, it’s even hard to tell if I think of something with my own consent or because she filled my head with lies and rumors and other shit for her own advantage. But she loved my dad. Hates me for looking a lot like him in ways. Hates me for reminding her of him every day.
I had his features: his teal eyes, his facial structures—everything other than my hair which were chocolate brown… like my mother’s.
All I want is revenge. Not for Alysa, my sister’s death, not for my father’s.
But for the hatred I feel every day. For the life I didn’t get to live because of my past. For the life I live because of my past.
It wasn’t my fault. No, not at all. But I still suffer the consequences of it.
I’m not like Blayze Walker. No, never do I want to be like him. I am much, much crueler, much more blood thirsty, much more vicious.
Everyone who has hurt me, who will hurt me, who will even think of hurting me, they all’ll pay.
They all. . . will. . . pay. . .
Because I am a man who thrives on killing, on torturing. A man who smiles when he sees others cry. A man who never lets a person die a fast, peaceful death, because slow and painful ones give me pleasure.
Because I am Mason Augustus.
Yo, guys.
Just to let you know, Mason’s sister, Alysa, IS dead, and she is NOT coming back. So, don’t keep your hopes up for that.
Xoxo
Izma
