Bloody roses...

broken bones...

broken hearts...

make me feel like death is my friend....

but it's not...

pain cleanses your sins all the sins of yesterday are actually your pain of today, try to remember each time you did wrong to someone....

These pretty faces with meaningless personalities don't matter...

comparing real with fake is a new trend where fake always wins... real things get hated even for their mere presence....

All things that shine are because of the spark and darkness within them that makes them bright....

in a world where love is unreal and care is fake standing alone yet bearing severe pain is a daily thing.... where egos are higher than eithics...

in this world truth is hardest to find even lies are sugar coated yet no one knows the reality behind closed curtains...

And those who try to open those curtains to see the truth are met with a fate of unjustice

that's why there's only one force that balances this world by cleansing it daily of the burden .... and that force is death....

death wipes out everything when theres just too much of it in this world... for death everyone is equal...

death is present everywhere we go that force is something we carry within ourselves...it's clock is always ticking.....

that force of death is present in our rooms with us and no matter what you do something triggers that force at an exact yet unusual time...and the next moment you know you won't be breathing....

Have you ever wished that if you knew when you were going to die, would you try to escape it? if you knew the exact moment you were gonna pass away would you try to fight that force of death and stay alive for longer? but what if death is so powerful that you cannot escape it? what if it skips you and goes for someone else to kill in your place maybe your friend or your lover or family? would you let that happen?

death is unavoidable.....

But only if you have guts to escape it...then you are thus named as a escapist.

Death has each person's name on its wicked list and your name is also on it....

As our journey from birth begins we get closer to death each passing day....

white Roses dipped in blood...

bones broken from the fall...

hearts broken by betrayal and loss...

yet you still think death saves you? yes it does...

words that spit poison...

hearts that hold malice within...

hands that used to be warm and caring are now cold and cruel....

beautiful lies that cover the ugly truth....

_-yes thats the world we live in... -_

yet the world still has its guardian and savior named death....

__________- In the next episode we shall continue to the main story and the life of two characters and how they escaped the wrath of death stay tuned and give me some feedback and ideas so i can make it better, thanks alot for reading the prologue of The Escapists. -