Dark

"You'll never know...

How dark a place I was in before them
How badly my profession had begun to fuck up my mind
Dropping bodies for fun like there was no tomorrow
One every hour on the hour
Because I was too blinded to see all of the wrong I was doing

You'll never know...

When they had planned on taking me with them
I was planning on making them hate me
Crush all their hopes and dreams
Kill them all off as soon as possible
So maybe when all was said and done
It wouldn't affect me as much like last time

You'll never know...

I wanted to let myself slip away that night
Slip through the darkness undetected
I had planned everything out
Prepared to kill them all in their sleep
Without any final goodbyes
And let someone else find them cold and lifeless that night

You'll never know...

How bad I wanted to do it
But he saw me
He had known the whole time
He helped me realize how deep the dark had taken me
And he did something unexpected

... He freed me...

I never knew how much someone cared for me...

Until last night..."

Cody stared at the journal entry, mixed emotions running through his mind. For some reason, he couldn't remember if that night had happened so he figured that it was before the Rebels. Cody had found this journal in Aiden's room and found some of these entries quite creepy.

The entries were full of highly detailed torture, logs of different names crossed out, different aliases that were used and strangely specific ideas of how to torture and kill people. Cody read the page over and over again as if he was waiting for something to come to him but nothing seemed to trigger his memory. He flipped the page to see it was blank. Cody looked through all the rest of the pages to find them blank as well.

"Cody? Where are you?" He heard Aiden yell from down the hall. Cody jumped up from his bed, stuffed the journal underneath his pillow and ran into his bathroom, closing the door behind him. His hands shook as he turned on the faucet water to make it like he was just washing up. Cody cupped his hands under the cold water and splashed it on his face, trying to piece together what he had just read.

Aiden rarely talked about his past life and what he was like before meeting the Rebels. Cody didn't expect Aiden of all people to be a cold-blooded killer but there was one thought that lingered in Cody's mind...

Who freed Aiden?

"You in here?" Cody heard Aiden yell from his doorway. He let out a shaky breath as he turned off the water and grabbed the doorknob. After reading those entries, Cody wasn't sure he was ever going to think of or look at Aiden the same way again. Was he ready to face Aiden, someone who would kill people for his own entertainment?

Suddenly, realization seemed to hit Cody. Aiden was just like himself... If people could accept my past, then why shouldn't I be able to accept Aiden's? Cody asked himself. He shook his head with a small laugh. Cody hadn't even realized that until now. Aiden may have had a horrible past but he's not like that now and one of the greatest person Cody had ever had the chance of meeting. And with that thought in his mind, Cody turned the doorknob and opened the door, a smile on his face as he realized that sitting out there wasn't a monster who killed and tortured for his own entertainment anymore.

That was Aiden Price, a Rebel and one of Cody's best friends...