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by Blackbird26 on Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:00 pm
Okay, so… I’m finally writing in this journal now, after four years of carrying it around untouched.
Here’s why:
My brother Kyle and I turn 14 years old today. On our 10th birthday, my sister gave me this journal book, and I have been carrying it around until today, without ever writing on it. Today is different, because on this birthday… My sister isn’t here.
Her death was not the worst type of death. It was quick, clean, she probably didn’t even feel it, or saw it coming. Neither did my brother and me. We were standing not too far from her when it happened. We were just outside the house, doing some sparring, when I noticed the girl that was knocking on the door. She looked harmless and seemed lost. I didn’t pay her any mind when I saw her get in the house.
However, hours passed and the girl didn’t come outside again. Kyle wondered if she would be staying. We were, at that point, simply curious and not one bit concerned. We were wrong, dead wrong. We walked into the house to find Kathryn dead on the floor, her throat slit, and a white rose laid gently over her body. That gesture still puzzles me, it wasn’t an act of remorse. I don’t know what it was. This cold blooded killer, this monster, took the time to close my sister’s eyes and leave her a flower. Why?
Kyle says it doesn’t matter. The reasons don’t matter. Still… I can’t stop myself from thinking.
That was how my brother and I ended up by ourselves in the cold city of Blackpond. Getting tossed in an orphanage was the worst part, that place was just awful, but we escaped it, repeatedly. During our latest escape, Kyle got himself in trouble, a couple of weeks ago.
Kyle found out where the girl who killed Kathy was from, and busted into the Inn owned by the assassin group shouting insults and threatening to burn it down. This man named Gerald was the one who rescued him. He didn’t say it, but it was clear that he was scouting the place. We were never told exactly what for.
Kyle showed up in the place we had been camping, a moldy storage room of an abandoned shop, later that day and introduced me to this man. He told us about the Wolfpack, what they were and what they did. He told us that he was part of a group devoted to end them once and for all. He then asked if we wanted to meet his leader and we didn’t hesitate.
Now it has been almost a full month. We got to know the rest of the group a little bit better. Sarah is a little bit of a dysfunctional mother figure (hopefully she will never read this), she's usually kind and patient with the both of us but even in those moments she is somewhat intimidating, to me at least. She talks very little of herself and it seems like the only thing she lives for is killing assassins. Nothing else matters as much. I mean, I can tell she cares for us all, but I think that if she has to choose between letting a Pack member live or dying in the process of taking him down... She won't hesitate to die.
Johanna is a little bit less impressive of a figure than Sarah, and I am yet to figure her out. She is a little bit quiet, not shy… Just not much of a talker. She smiles a lot though and acts kind towards everyone (a little more towards Gerald, I’ve noticed). Even though it doesn’t look like it, she’s the stealthiest person I’ve ever seen. Sometimes it seems like she literally appears out of nowhere.
Gerald… He frowns a lot and calls me and Kyle “boy” instead of using our names. He insults us and puts us down every time we make a mistake; he’s actually good at doing that. Still I know he acts a lot meaner than he really is. He puts up a very good front, but his eyes deceive him. He is also a very smart guy, taught us that we should always be one step ahead and that we should know our enemies before we can successfully defeat them. He taught us a lot about the Wolfpack, how they function, how they think… He seems to always be willing to teach us something, either we are willing to listen to him or not. I usually am though.
Well, that’s it for this first entry. It’s almost time for supper, I think. I caught a glimpse of Johanna reading over my shoulder just now. I saw nothing when I looked, but she usually finds me wherever I’m hiding when it’s time for supper.
I enjoyed writing this, I might write some more one of those days.
Sebastian Rivers
"Real power comes not from hate, but from truth."
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