Plat, plat plat! A sixteen year old boy is running for his life on a stormy night. He turns into an ally. It's a dead end.

"Please! You don't have to do this!" He pleaded

"Oh? Your so wrong." A voice said... it sounded like it was put through a voice modifier

"Please! N- ahhhhhh!" He was cut off

"Now sleep."

The person started to walk away from the now scored corpse.

~~/Authors note\~~

So how's this for the start of the story! I will update this Friday! Goodbye reader-San!!!