Prologue to my Jason McCann fanfic. Thoughts?
My name is Jason McCann. If you have heard of me, you're probably wondering why I'm not dead. You'll just have to wait until I finish telling the clueless people about me.
The police would consider me a Most Wanted criminal. I consider myself a fighter. I believe in fighting for what I love and getting revenge when it is necessary. If it takes guns and explosives to get those things done right, then so be it.
On February 17th of 2011, at only sixteen years old, I was shot eight times in the chest by the police department of Las Vegas, Nevada. That was the day I died.
So yes, I am dead. How am I writing this? Because the LVPD left my body in the spot that I died. They didn't realize that I was still alive, barely alive, but still alive.
I was found by a man named Draco VonDracuel, who turned out to be a vampire. He had heard of me and decided to save my life by turning me.
I have now learned the ways of the nocturnal beings. And I... am back.
