The prolog to my story

You can't trust anyone. You still can’t. And maybe never. You wouldn't be able to tell what intention anyone had. Or whose side they were on. You still can’t. He is my evil twin, and hates me for my existence (But the ironic part is that his name [Noiro] is my name spelled backwards). He’s a master of manipulation. He isn’t intimidating looking, though. If you saw him, you’d see a guy in a black jacket, with something on his back, with the name Noiro.

Not anything worth running from.

But what you don't know about Noiro is he has a knife hidden in his boot, a full blown sword (a small-sized one, about the length of your arm), and a pistol of some sorts strapped to his back pocket and two clips for it in each of his front pockets (I’ve always thought that the reason he carried around so many weapons is he was scared of being caught alone. But that's just my thought).

You can imagine how hard it would be for a normal person to walk around like that. But Noiro isn’t normal.

He wears glasses, but covers it up by wearing sunglasses over them. So he looks “cooler” and less like me (because he hated me). But I’m not here to talk about his arsenal or his eyewear though. but his one goal in life:

To kill me and take over the world.

Sounds pretty ambitious right? But he does have a knack for getting people to obey him, and even right now I am hiding from him. He's very dangerous. As a matter of fact he is in such a rage right now because I’m still alive he’s gonna bomb the city in less than 3 days. How do I know that? Well, I have my ways. So I’ll have to hurry up and tell you the story of how it all began:

Tune in next time for the first chapter…

The next chapter should be out in a few days. Check out the "My Story" page to see all the parts together.