Heartbeat (OC)
I’ve never really let people close. See, that is a BIG mistake… You don’t want to get close to someone who killed his own parents as a child.
My name is Trace. Pronounced Trace, not that girly Tracey bullshit. I will crack your skull if you ever call me that.
I’m not normal. When I was 7, my version of fun was hiding in shadows to see if people could see me. They couldn’t. Because every time i go in the shadows… Well I’m not invisible. I just become something else.
I’m not interested in love. I don’t like the idea of killing things I care about. After the manic break down I had after killing mom, I couldn’t cope, so I killed dad to calm down. …funny thing, it works every time. Killing is a surprisingly effective pain killer, cause I find myself numb every time.
And it’s fun, to boot. But I’m not all about killing, either. Sex is just as fun, but I don’t play nice. See, everything i do is about me. Because why the fuck do I need to please anyone else?
I don’t. And this is my story, not theirs. Dark angels don't have obligations to play nice - we're practically considered demons as is.