Prologue Part One:

As I walk towards Yellowstone National Park, I began to hear a whispering in the air. The day had been beautiful and the sky colored crystal-clear blue. The clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming circle of sun. I had begun to wish I brought my umbrella as the people around me started to run to cover.

For a split-second, I thought I heard a mournful cry through the vault-still silence of the trees. A huffing wind rose up then, stirring my hair a bit. A tinkling sound came to my ears as the first drops of rain dropped on and around me. The sound was like the glassy clinking of champage glass cups between several people, lilting and clear. A sheet of rain passed over me and the sound of thunder intensified.

This made me reminisce of what happened several months prior before my departure from my previous living arrangement. Letting go of all my awareness of my surroundings as I get sucked in the memory.

SLAM!!

I was on my way to speak with butler Andre when I heard the door across the hall slam. I was worried that Maria and Jean were fighting again so I decided that I would check and intervene if necessary.

I walked to the door and begun to open it only to hear my half-sister yelling at my step-mother. I thought for a second, my step-mother was scolding my half-sister for supporting me when I heard something that shattered me completely.

Lea: "Mère, je peux décider quand je brise le cœur de Lucien. Ne vous impliquez pas. Je ne veux pas le tuer rapidement, je veux le briser complètement. Je veux qu'il souffre énormément." [Mother, I get to decide when I break Lucien's heart. Do not get involved. I do not want to kill him quickly, I want to break him completely. I want him to suffer enormously.]

She wanted to break me mentally, psychologically, emotionally! I knew not to trust anyone from the family. In fact, it had took six years for her to gain my trust. I was speechless and felt breathless for quite some time. Due to me being in shock, I missed what my step-mother, Gabrielle, replied and what they spoke for a solid four minutes.

When I came to, I overheard Gabrielle state: "Je m'en fiche, j'ai déjà prévu que des hommes le capturent dans la semaine à venir, le torturent, puis le tuent. La vue de lui vivant depuis si longtemps est déjà révoltante." [I do not care, I have already planned for some men to capture him in the coming week, torture, and then kill him. The sight of him being alive for so long is already revolting as it is. ]

I got my bearings quickly and decided that I would think emotionally later and listened to what other plans my half-sister and step-mother cooked up.

Once they were done, I immediately left quietly and with determination to run away and live my life. I made sure not to arouse any suspicion that I was in the know and behaved with the staff and my family the same as I always do.

I discreetly spoke with Renee Discartes, who I met with a few years ago and owes me a favor for helping her start a restaurant business, to get an airline ticket and bus ticket incognito. The bus ticket was a diversion while I leave France via air travel.

For the past three months, I traveled various places either by rental car, bus, boat, or plane. A week after my escape, I found out through the news that my acquaintance, Renee was found dead. This meant they knew I escaped and are now searching for me.

SPLAT!

I awoke from reminiscing and found that the rain drops were no longer like the soft, sodden, and swollen drops of spring, but like ball-bearings hitting the land and myself with such force. It was then that I gathered my bearings and found that there were dozens of people wearing black and holding umbrellas, slowly gaining distance on me.

I realized with a start, I was found by my step-mother and half-sister. It was as though mother nature was warning me that I was going to die today.

Seconds passed as I begun to calculate what would be the most logical escape route through this park and away from them. In a matter of forty-five seconds, I chose to fast walk in the direction of the Mammoth Hot Springs. At the time, I did not know I was heading that way.

Behind me, were their vans. As I ran through the park, they were playing with me as they could have caught up to me ten minutes ago. They were playing with me, tiring me out.

There were two times where I stopped, tired of running in the rain, when a van suddenly sped up and almost hit me. I continued running at a pace for three long hours.

Even in this weather, sweat dripping down my forehead down my face along my neckline beside the various rain drops. My body soacked to the point where one can see the wrinkles in my clothing. Exhaustion is the least of my issues as I watch my pursuers surrounding me and cornering me to the Mammoth Hot springs.

I debated whether to just kill myself so that they do not get to torture me as they wish or to try and kill as many as can before dying myself.

Gabrielle:"Bâtard, vous l'êtes. Ton existence même me dégoûte que j'ai hâte de briser ton corps en morceaux. Vous causer une douleur inimaginable avant de vous faire exterminer de cette Terre." [Bastard, you are. Your very existence disgusts me that I cannot wait to rupture your body into pieces. Causing you unimaginable pain before having you exterminated from this Earth.]

I did not deign her a response as I continued to catch my breath so that I have some energy when I take down a few people of their group. Five minutes into her monologue, I took action.

Showing little to no emotion throughout the next ten minutes, I managed to kill three and severely cripple five men, before getting knocked around by the remaining.

They stripped me bare, whipped me, stabbed me, shot at me, among other ways. It was excruciating, especially when Lea sprayed salt and spice over my wounds every now and again. It hurt both physically and emotionally as I had yet to get over the betrayal from her acts.

However, even through the beatings, torture, and humiliations, I never screamed and only grunted in pain. I lost my awareness of my surroundings as I heard the occasional ker-plunking sound of the rain drops against the vans. It was caused by the rainwater gathered on the vans and umbrellas falling to the ground in a great swash of release.

I felt as if hours had passed when I came to as the curtain of rain passed over by the time evening arrived. An explosion of birdsong erupted from the dripping trees and it was as if the rain had never been. It was then I smiled as I knew I was going to die very soon and not have to deal with my family any longer.

It was true as the next moment, I heard Lea say"Jetez-le dans la source chaude pour le brûler à mort." [Throw him in the hot spring to burn to death.]

And the next moment, I was thrown headfirst into the Mammoth hot spring. I had suffered various burns while I struggled to survive as my body's instinct to live activated.

After I was thrown, my family had left knowing I would suffer and die. After three minutes of struggle, I did manage to pull myself out from the spring at the cost of being blinded and most of my skin coming off, but I eventually succumbed to my injuries..