Page 1 of A Beautiful Crime

CHAPTER 1

Carina

Ihave seen a great many of men who are good fall and a far too many of men who are evil rise.

I suppose when you live amongst evil it’s expected.

And you have no choice but to become the very same.

You can try to escape it. Try to release yourself from the barbed wire chains that sink into your skin, drawing the blood of all the innocence you once possessed with each twist and turn as you try to wrangle yourself free.

But as the blood spills around you, spilling the innocence until you’re hollow and devoid of light you become something else.

Darker.

Vicious.

Sadistic.

Remorseless.

Bloodthirsty.

You’re born again in the blood of everything that was once good.

A rebirth.

My younger brother had his rebirth at the tender age of thirteen but he was groomed for it from the moment he was born.

You see, for men it is different in our world.

You aren’t born to believe that the world is good. Or that the world is shared amongst all of us. Even the poor scrappers on the street who beg and plead for a meal to satiate their eternal hunger. You don’t see anyone as your equal.

You don’t even see people as people.

They’re all a means to an end. A piece on the chess board. Anyone can become disposable.

And what does one do when they can’t offer any more for you?

You see, my younger brother was taught to believe since he could utter his first word that the world is his for the taking.

So he grew with the mindset that there is nothing in this world that he can’t conquer. And he will bleed all of the people dry until his thirst for domination is sated.

Villains.

It’s exactly the type of person my brother is. The very same type that is my papa.

And I tried.

I tried not to become like them.

I grew up naively thinking that the world was good. They allowed me to bask in the light, feel the heaven upon my skin only to snatch me away and drag me down into the dark abyss.

But it’s time.

It’s time for my rebirth.

The cold metal lays awfully heavy in my hand. The taste of metallic filling my mouth as my tongue has gone numb from biting on it. There’s a rapid pace to my heart, beating too fast like a hummingbird's wings.

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