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Prologue
Aimon
There was something missing. Desire? Passion? Freedom? There was a need inside me that I couldn’t quite figure out. There had been a hole in my chest now for years, but lately it had turned monstrous. The weight alone kept me in a whirlpool of unstable emotions. Some were good. Most were bad. They owned me. They came with a price, just like my last name. I hated it. I hated this need I couldn’t sate.
“Sir. Sir, please.”
Tires squealed as I took the curve even faster. The engine revved as the salesman gripped to the door with one hand, holding to his seatbelt with the other. He wasn’t enjoying our test drive, but I was. Here, in the blur of my surroundings, I was home. Free from the obligations and responsibilities that ruled my life. Free from him.
“This is great! Do you think we should push her faster?”
“Please, no. Can we go back now?”
“Go back? Already? We’ve only gone a few miles.”
The fear was evident as he stole a glance towards me. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t find pleasure in speed like I did. We were two complete opposites, coming from two different worlds. As I took in his worried expression the hole inside widened making me feel like an outsider. I didn’t know who this man was. I didn’t have reason to fear like he did, and I couldn’t stand that I didn’t relate. Did I even know myself?
Life.
Every day we went through routines. Every moment, our path shifted from one reality to another. How did we get to this point? One would think the answer to that question was choices. Was the basis of our identity really grounded in the decisions we made?
No.
From birth, the last thing we had were choices. We didn’t decide our parents, the location, or the economic status we were born into. We lived. Or some of us did, and from there we were given the ability to develop into whom we become. For some, the choice was easy. In grade school, or by parents or loved ones, we were asked: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Firefighter.
Astronaut.
Teacher.
Those paths didn’t always work out, but the answers we chose gave us a dream. Through that passion, we ended up planning the way to our future. At least…some of us were that lucky. Others, like me, were never given a choice. If anyone would have asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have never said: puppet heir to a multi-billion-dollar legacy.
But that’s the way life goes. From the moment we arrive in this hellhole, we’ve already got a status. We’re either privileged or not. Good looking or not. We’re born into freedom…or we’re not. Does that mean those situations can’t change? No. Where things go up, they can also go down, and vice-versa. But no matter what we think we know; we can almost always guarantee there’s an option we don’t see coming that fucks us every time. Sometimes, literally, and sometimes, not by choice.
Life wasn’t always fair. It wasn’t even just, in some cases. What it was, was full of possibilities—good or bad. Right or wrong. I had learned that the hard way. You see, I may have been the last heir to a legacy, but Fate didn’t take kind to killers. Not even to those of a hypothetical nature. Especially not to ones who’d known most of their life that their birthright, their ‘good fortune’, would end with them. I had no intention of furthering my ancestral line, but the powers that be had plans of their own.
“I think that’ll do. I have plenty of time to test her out. Did you say there were other colors for this model? I’m not much into silver.”
