"Lies" Ryker's voice echoed in the stilled night. He raked his luscious dirty blonde hair with his fingers. His hair fell sideways obscuring the buzzed hair on his left side. "We were all stolen from our families Tegan. I was just ten years old when they came. The black plague had arrived to my middle of nowhere town. My parents were sick while I thrived and I was labeled a witch for it. They killed my parents as well but to be honest with you I did not feel sad. The plague would have done them worse." His Romanian accent slipped from his lips.
"The towns folk tried to burn me at the stake for my healthy state. They were all dyeing of course and I do believe I was the only survivor in my village at the end of it. Bolton came to me wearing a super hero cape and offering salvation. How was
