Chapter 1: A new life
Why me? Why is my life constantly going from bad to worse?!
This thought was constantly running through Zack's mind, who had just awoken to see his parents, the only 2 people he had ever truly cared about were dead, their lifeless bodies simply lieing on the front room floor. There were no cuts, no deformations or anythng to suggest any brutality. The only explanation he could think of when reporting it to the authroities to the house phone was suffication or poison, although he didn't want to give it too much thought, his mind scrambled of loss and disbelief.
He had gone outside of the house to get some fresh air and try to calm his senses somewhat.
No sooner had he got outside, he could almost hear the completely uneducated, whispered gossips and guesses of the neighbours.
"His parents..." "Must've been awful...." "But.. he's so young, look at him...". Everytime his eyes met theirs, the sentence would cut short, subsequently, if he looked away, a new one would form.
"What happens to him..." "I wonder how they were..." The whispers continued to echoe around his head whilst he waited for assistance to arrive, even his would be friends could do little but stare as a look of griefstricken sadness glanced back at them on ocassion.
Then silence, as Zack governed his thoughts for a brief moment, and his mouth began to slowly move and form half spoken words, all eyes turned on him and giving him their fullest attention to try and make out what he was about to say.
"You're wrong." He spoke softly and his voice was very unclear and broken. He looked up to them fully this time, as they watched from their windows and front doors. As he looked further down the road he saw another teenage boy about the same age, about his height, dressed in smart yet casual clothing with his long, dark black hair blowing slightly over his face and obscuring Zack's view of his face.
But as Zack's light blue, tear filled eyes met the stranger's dark brown eyes, something seemed familiar, they were both filled with the same mixed emotions of sadness and anger from the past.
He looked away from the stranger and back up at the chattering men and women around him "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, I SAID YOU ARE WRONG!". At this point thoughts of sadness were slowly turning to thoughts of revenge upon his parents' mudererer. He wasn't too sure why, but the look the boy had given him seemed to turn his negative emotions into negative energy, almost impowering his voice. The teenage boy who was further down the bottom of the road, smirked slightly at Zack's exclamation with approval. It was almost as if he had anticipated it. He then looked away from Zack, again his long hair obscuring the view of his face.
Zack then continued adressing the bystanders "You don't know what I have been through" he spoke more softer, his voice was breaking up slightly again.
He then let out a sigh, and sat down on the doorstep of the house he and his parents lived in. There he sat, face in his hands and looking down at the ground, watching ants that were blurred slightly from the tears that had now started to form again and were slowly trickling down his face.
I must be strong, I can not show tears.. I have a reputation he thought.
He then felt a hand rest on his shoulders, assuming it to be that of a friend but with not enough energy to look up and check.
"Zack." the unfamiliar voice spoke, although it seemed to have a serious tone and traces of his fathers' voice which imediately provoked Zack to look up.
There it was again, the look of empowerment from the strange teenaged boy. Zack wiped the last tear away from his eye and looked up for a good view of the teenager. He was about Zack's hieght of 6ft tall, Had a small but visuall clear scar on his cheek, clearly from a cut, slightly tanned in skin tone, dark brown eyes and hair that compared to Zack's short hairstyle seemed very long in comparisson, enough that a gust of wind kept ocassionaly blowing his fringe across his face.
Zack's emotions once again raced to a more stable state of mind as he felt the feelings of anger return, atlhgouh confusion was also present.
"You know my name, how?" he asked firmly yet politely, standing up mid sentence. "Knowledge is a want, not a need but you can attain knowledge by following me" his reply was spoken asif he expected Zack to understand it. "Funny, I never was one for riddles. Fine don't tell me, I know I have a bit of a reputation. So what do you want?" was Zack's response. "I want to help you, I can offer you a better life. We have great need for someone like you, and we can make it so none of this ever happened. Work equals reward."
There was a brief bit of silence, broken by the stranger's deep voice "Zack there are no right or wrong choices here, but there are smart and stupid ones... I believe you are well aware of that rule in life, hm?"
Clearly this stranger knew more than he was letting on about Zack, so reluctantly Zack replied "Fine but I only do so out of curiosity, and what did you mean by make it so none of this ever happened?" He spoke clearly, looking the stranger in the eyes and with much interest.
"Smart choice. Come, I will explain it on the way." The boy replied. and the two of them began walking toward the end of the road, leaving the neighbours flabergasted by what they had just seen and once again whipsering, this time about the two boys.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter ^^, C&C is appreciated and wanted as this is my first time writting anything other than a poem so I would like to know how I can improve. Your thoughts on the story so far, etc etc...
. Anyway. Here is the synopsis 
