Prologue
Just Outside Of
Salt Lake City
Small Town
Unknown Time Before…
There was something to be said about seeking out the perfect specimen and studying it. There was nothing more special than crossing paths, and having your eyes meet with that one particular person.
And just knowing.
They were the ones who were meant to be, and needed for the grand scheme of things.
That was exactly how it worked for him.
He’d be going about his day, and he’s see them, but they were always just out of reach. That was always the way it happened too.
That was just his luck.
Or maybe it was Fate enjoying the thrill of the hunt herself, and egging him on.
Honestly, he wasn’t the least bit annoyed by having to work for it.
After all, he had been taught that life didn’t hand you everything. Sometimes, you had to work hard for it, and make that magic happen.
Why did some people get handed shit and others not?
He had no clue.
It was just the way of the world. With each gift came a burden you were forced to carry, and this was his burden.
So, he would take what he wanted, study it, to make sure it was perfect so that he could reach his ultimate goal.
What he wanted more than anything was to be the very best. To have a streak of luck so wide that nothing ever went bad for him. Granted, that was a pipe dream, though, since he needed to make his own way in life.
But still...
He would do anything to ensure that good fortune going forward, so that he was a lucky son of a bitch, and not just a son of a bitch.
Because he had big plans.
He was going to be famous.
So, in order to reach that goal, he took fate into his own hands, and he began doing what needed to be done to make a name for himself.
He began making different choices. Because why be bad if no one knew it?
Oh, and bad he was.
One by one, he followed them, and when he finally made their deaths inevitable, he was in his glory. He set up a plan, and he executed it.
Pun intended.
Most definitely.
Oh, but it didn’t stop there. He was smarter than that, or he liked to believe so.
