This is my first book

Criticism is welcome

updates will mostly be weekly unless i have time. The prologue i tried not to make too long with details but enough to get a sense of the world the MC was in. (First few chapters were pre-written when i was building the mc’s origin and world so they will be quick released)

Here is the Prologue

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The world can be really unfair.

My vision reflects a crumbling ceiling through tear stained eyes as my body grows cold. The world around me is growing darker and darker but I don’t feel scared. The tears that I was shedding moments ago will be the last I will ever shed. Everything that I have suffered has been paid in full to the best of my ability. All that awaits me now, is death.

Regret? Of course I have them. However, there is nothing I can do about it at this point. The only thing I have now are my memories of my past as I become another corpse on this planet.

When I was born my family consisted of my mother being American and with My father being Japanese. From what I can remember, my mom would be considered a stunning beauty in todays standards. She met my father when he entered the US on a business trip, him being 26 and my mom being 22. Supposedly he whisked my mother off her feet. I guess my father was a real casanova at the time given his average looks.

They ended up making a family in Japan together, since my father was some sort of big wig in the company he worked for. Not a year after they married I was born as a healthy baby boy. Life was pretty good for us at the time, well that is until a scandal with his boss and some school kid got exposed. The investigation revealed a lot of inconsistencies in the company. The chain of events eventually leading to bankruptcy and my dad losing all of of his assets that actually didn’t exist.

No company would hire him when they looked up his work history since his credibility was questionable. I was already about 6 yrs old when this happened, not really knowing how bad things were getting. Eventually he took loans from some bad people and it didn’t take long afterwards for my father to suddenly 'disappear' and for the loan sharks to target my mom.

To my regret, when they were done with her and dragged her back home, my mother, she didn’t come out like I remember. I tried to fight them when they showed up but I was too weak to do anything, and was thoroughly thrashed each time. Each time they came I had to endure watching there smile of satisfaction while I suffered.

Two years of this later I was now 8 and my innocence was thoroughly routed from me. Unfortunately mom got pregnant and eventually birthed a girl. Of course even then those bastards still showed up saying they 'needed to make sure the pregnancy was fine'. Not long after she gave birth, she committed suicide, and the government separated me from my only known family, my little sister.

There I was alone and angry at the world at the tender age of 9.

Based on the way society worked I was supposed to just accept everything, and continue on through school and join the system after graduating.

LIKE HELL.

I was angry and I wanted revenge so I trained myself with whatever I could learn. But I’m not some influential shit with connections that can get me what I need. However I still did what I could to improve myself. School didn’t do much for me besides gathering useful information. The other student's had varieties of ignorance ranging from 'really?' to 'WTF', so I had no reason to befriend anyone. I skipped most of my classes besides anything I felt was useful like chemistry and health. My biggest provider of useful information was the internet, the thing has everything you want to know. Convenient.

A few years of laying low and learning what I could, at 13 I chanced upon a familiar face. It was one of the bastards that ruined my mom’s smile!

The moment the rage within me was about to burst out, I felt some type of pressure in my mind and my impulse to charge right at him waned as fast as it came. Not understanding were my anger went I got the idea to follow him and see where he was going. To my surprise the whole gang appeared, with one additional person. MY FATHER! Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why is he there!?

The pressuring veil on my mind seemed to grow stronger as the tears that fell from my eyes seemingly stopped and forced me to endure. Taking a breath I decided since then to gather information by sneaking around and over hearing their conversations. To my dismay it turns out my father is a part of their group. This revelation left me angry and I seriously wanted answers but this feeling was suddenly repressed along with all my other desires. I knew I couldn’t do anything yet, I had that knowledge thoroughly beaten into me when I was younger, it made me more resentful over my weakness.

My only comfort during this time was the fact that I knew where they were. I then started training my body diligently to beat them and looked up all types of methods to overcome their numbers at the library, of course I had to be careful whenever I was there to avoid prying eyes and bring suspicion my way.

The whole time I always made sure to keep track of my enemies movements so I wouldn’t lose them. Fortunately I did since they changed building locations due to expanding business space. I guess things must be going well for them. Hopefully I can change that.

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I’m now 17 and all things considered I think my amazing patience has found its limit.

To be honest the things I’m about to do would be frowned upon by society and be labeled as terrorism. But seriously, who cares, society hasn't done shit to help me or stop these bastards. Any feelings of hesitation is nonexistent.

I observed the place for a while and got a bit of luck. They were all there heading into the building and they even had an extra companion. It looks to be a young girl being forcefully dragged towards the building. *Sigh* seriously I think the police in this country are useless, that or they are in their payroll.

As I looked on one of those bastards struck the girl, ah, *twitch* she seems to have stopped moving.

That settles it…*crack*...I’m moving in now...these scum…*crack*...are going to die.

I had to move quick, and to be honest I most likely won’t go unnoticed with all these cameras. So I took a more direct approach and went through the front door, pretending to be a customer would make things more easy to get in.

But then I noticed something strange like a fog within my head slowly clearing away, with each step more of it would fade, every bit lost made my anger surge across every part of my body, increasing in density with each revolution. All my resentment, hate, vengeful thoughts just exploded from within me. When it was almost all gone my vision started going red.

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As I walking with heavy steps, each one sending more waves of anger into my head. It started getting harder and harder to focus on my original intention to pretend I was some customer. Just looking at the man in front of me makes my mind writhe with anger.

Reaching the receptionist I tried to act as a customer in need of help. He gave a fake smile and didn’t even try to hide his smirk as he turned to lead me to the proper room to sign some shit contract.

But I can’t focus, my body is screaming at me to just kill. Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill!

FUCK IT!

I sunk the knife I was hiding into the receptionists back. Feeling the blade pierce his skin sent chills down my spine. But I didn’t feel disgusted, I felt amazing, to kill these bastards who made my life hell, who took my mom’s smile. A grin was felt growing on my face.

The man didn’t utter a word, the knife already leaving his back and cutting his neck before he can react. I also left one of the things I prepared for this occasion with his body.

I wasted no time in treading down these seemingly winding halls. A guard appeared who seemed to be panicked, most likely from the blood on my clothes from my first kill. Taking advantage of his shock, I got closed in and pierced his throat with my bloodied blade. Checking to see if he had anything useful, what I found was a big no no in this part of the world.

He had a gun. Not anything fancy but enough to make my day.

I already looked up how they are used and such even if I couldn't get one. To my delight having no experience firing didn’t mean much for some reason. Most of my bullets met my targets the moment I would see them showing their ugly mugs.

Every cry of anguish, every man killed in this place left me so happy, I was barely able to contain myself. Some of them even started begging but that just made killing them more satisfying. My mom begged, I begged, countless others begged, but it didn’t matter to them. I’m only giving them the same treatment, and my smile grows bigger every time.

Traveling the halls taking the guards weapons and leaving more of my presents behind I reached the elevators. The thing shut off on my approach, seems I was noticed. When I reached the stairs instead I was planning on heading up, but I felt the need to go down instead. Paying no mind as to why, I complied with the feeling.

I’m so very glad I did.

The basement seems to be in a world of it’s own since the things I was doing upstairs seemed to be drowned out by the 'activities' going on. The cries of women of all ages was traveling the halls. Men laughing, beating, and cursing at them telling them it was their fault in the first place. This...this....this place needs to burn.

I couldn’t even think of my original plan anymore. All my actions was just to kill anyone I saw taking away the smiles. Every heart wrenching scream from them just told me I protected another victim. My smile just seemed to be unable to grow any bigger.

I saw an interesting room filled with computers and stuff but decided to leave it alone.

Some girls I left behind didn’t seem to know what to do, their eyes reminded me of my mothers. Others just cried wanting to go home. It took a lot but I managed to tell them the way out was clear. Walking down the hall to kill more I heard some steps heading away. But I could tell that there were some who still stayed in the rooms. Just like her, just like my mom, their smiles are gone.

I think my smile went a little strange knowing this, My face started to feel a little cold.

Ah, I see...these are tears. How long has it been since I last felt tears run down my face.

Since that moment my smile changed and my tears fell, I felt a burning hatred far more profound than before. My kills felt meticulous like every death was just to remove the garbage before my eyes.

The retaliation grew more fierce from their side as well.

Every now and again I would feel a bullet pierce me, the pain overflowed from every new injury I sustained. But I felt it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart, that this pain was nothing to the victims of this place, to what my mother felt.

I pressed on, suppressing my body's urges to seek medical relief. Every step became more heavy, no longer from hatred, but from fatigue.

My blood draining away, yet I still moved forward.

Before I realized it I was at the last room, and there they were. The whole gang plus the girl. Her clothing seemed to be ripped in places but they hadn’t gotten too far in the act yet. They looked to be afraid, I chuckled and spoke, “Well my appearance may be a bit dreadful, but you shouldn’t be so rude.” this seemed to set them off.

The girl quickly hid in the corner so I tried my best to avoid fighting in that area. Bullets grazed my cheek, holes appearing all around my body, it was a wonder how I was still standing. My body crying for rest. But it was left unanswered as I kept pulling the trigger, kept moving to kill them.

As the last man capable of fighting fell crying at the hole I left in his dick, I ended him with a bullet to the head. I would have laughed at how miserable his face looked but I was too tired. My gaze moved toward the last living member of the group. MY FATHER.

He was just there begging for his pathetic life while I proceeded to ask a simple question.

“Do you know who I am?” (MC)

“W-what? I-I don’t know, *sob* please just let me go *sob*.” (Trash) His face riddled with snot, blood, and tears.

“Don’t you recognize your dear old son...father?” (MC)

My words were cold and without emotion but left a noticeable impact on the scum before me. It didn’t take long for him to process my words before the confusion and his face switched to shock. The girl crying in the corner seemed unable to take it anymore and started pleading to go home.

I looked at her and told her in a gentle tone to take the hallway back to an emergency exit door I spotted and to move fast, my presents would activate soon. I wouldn’t want someone who could still smile be caught in the surprise.

She looked deeply at me as she finally put strength into her legs to leave. The light in her eyes...strong.

Good, another person still able to smile.

After she stammered away I proceeded to “interrogate” my father for information on why he was here. To be honest I wish I didn’t hear it.

He sold her out.

To lessen his debt he made my mom a scapegoat to be used by those guys I just killed and keep his life. He would then pay off the rest of his debt by working for them. What sickens me most is he felt no regret when he said it, like mom should be glad to sacrifice herself for him. He even finished paying off his debt last year and still works for them regardless.

IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT!

I gazed at him with pure hatred as I finally noticed the madness in his eyes. Grasping the blood stained knife that followed me throughout this killing spree, I didn’t hesitate to end his life slowly, and cut meticulously in a way to prolong his suffering. If I was calmer I would have ended it quickly and tried to escape while I still could. But I was too tired to move, and too angry to stop.

As his voice slowly faded away and his body stopped moving, my own body started to fail me as well, explosions went off all over the compound. I left them in places I thought would cause the most damage, that room with the computers was avoided but since it’s explosives I won’t guarantee it won’t be damaged.

As everything was going to hell I thought of the girl that just left. I hope that she made it out okay, I can’t confirm it in my condition. As the walls came down around me I think I heard sirens but I can’t be sure since I rarely ever heard it in this place, most likely just my ears ringing.

I don’t feel any regret for what I did, far from it, I felt satisfied.

My body grew cold and I felt my surroundings fade away...ahhh I’m dieing...mother did I avenge you...would you still look at me like you used too.

I wish that you never left me...why did you have to go...why won’t the tears stop flowing…

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