Preface

Preface

Sometimes in life you feel like you are not yourself anymore. You feel like some wooden puppet in a show that was being maneuvered by two dark sinister hands of fate. Just in a pull of string you laugh, another pull makes you cry. You ought to suggest trying and break free from those strings?

Yeah well, I’ve got news for you. One attempt and they will cut the strings on their own accord. Just one attempt and they will let you go…..for good. The consequence of that stupid effort is Death. And in my world there is no place for stupidity.
I am Edward Cullen aka Cullen 2.0. Yes, that’s my code. My code matters more than my name because you leave your identity behind along with your soul and sanity to enter my world. To live a life where, sex, drugs and violence eclipse nouns like love, health and happiness.
I looked at the snoring man. A toddler no more than three was asleep, snuggled at his side. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that kid. He had light gold hair, his chest rising up and down slowly in his slumber. One of his arms was loosely curled around purple stuffed dinosaur. This child will never see his dad leave this bed. Tomorrow he’ll wake up and find his father dead beside him. I wondered how long it will take him to realize that Daddy is never gonna play with him again?

I almost felt bad for the kid. Almost. And again, in my world words like feelings, kindness and sympathy are just meaningless words. I sold my soul to the devil long ago so Im quite used to this now.
I positioned the muzzle of my gun right at center of his forehead. There won’t be no struggle, there won’t be any sound. My gun has a silencer.
Just a sharp jab of sudden pain and ‘Bang Bang you’re dead again’
My cell started to vibrate in my jacket pocket. Emmett. He’s waiting downstairs for me to finish off in here.
I took a last look at the sleeping child and pressed the trigger. The body gave a tiny jerk and all was quiet once again. The child was still sleeping peacefully nothing had changed except now there was a split, scorched slightly blackened contact wound in between his eyes that was soiled with particles of partly burned gun powder.
I told you, I sold my soul to the devil…at a really low price but I don’t regret it. Because what I did was for my own survival. I.Regret.Nothing.

Hello!

My name is S. Roberts and This will be my first Twilight Fanfic.
Im still playing with the charcters in my head so you're gonna have to wait a bit.
I do not own Twilight. All the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
This is just my Version of Edward and Bella and their world.
I really hope you like what I do :)
Lots of love_S