Black Heart

Black Heart: The story of Edward Richtofen
By TheDoctor115, based off of the Zombies storyline created by Treyarch.

Prolouge
The voices grow stronger every day. The power is wonderful. Maxis would like to take it away. Bah! As if I would let that happen. Samuel and my other little puppets will see to that. After all, I control the undead masses, like It was always meant for me to do. But...something is missing. The voices deny it, and everything I want is here with the Aether. But....I can't help but feel that.....hmm. But enough of that! I am Edward Richtofen, supreme ruler of all life! And you have had the pleasure of hearing my story. Now, lets begin.

Chapter 1
I was born in 1910, in a small town of Germany. My mother, Katrina, was caring and loving. However, my father, Eric, was a different story. He would go off every day to that damned pub and drink the night away, leaving my poor, weak mother to take care of me and Stefanie. Ah, Stefanie. She was my older sister by 3 years. We loved to play in the yard. She would chase me all over the grass, both of us laughing. Then, we would play with our stuffed dog. Mother couldn't afford to get us a real dog, but she did something with much more love. She sat down and knitted us a beautiful dog. It's fur was soft to the touch, and it's eyes were deep and loving. It was a brown dog, with black patches on it's eyes and paws. I named it Winstin. He was me and Stefanie's best friend. We would pretend to feed him, and walk him, and play with him just as any regular pup.

Eight years had passed, and I was moving on to 5th grade. I was excited. After all,  I was ready to meet my new classmates and teacher. I sat down in my new seat and adjusted my things. I grabbed out my notebook and looked up at the clock. 10 minutes early! I realized that I must have walked here a bit earlier than normal. I made a mental note to check the clock, and then I opened my notebook to a empty page. I started with a few brief lines,  and then I turned them into a picture. It was a large, grassy hill, in a dark storm. I was always told I was a good artist. The lightning striking the hill looked almost unreal. It illuminated the rest of the page. The clouds were dark and gray. They looked menacing, like phantoms in nightmares. I was so wrapped up in etching out the texture of the grass, I almost didn't hear the voice in front of me.

Chapter 2
"Hello." said the boy. He had jet black hair and blue eyes. I looked up and smiled, embarrased. "Sorry," I began. "I guess I didn't see you there." He shrugged and said with a smile, "It's all right. You did look kind of busy, working on that picture and all." I looked down and said, "Oh, this? Nah, this is just a doodle. It's not that great." He sat down next to me and picked up my notebook. "You kidding me?" he asked. "This is fantastic! It looks like you can actually touch the grass!" I smiled a small grin. The boy reached his hand out. "I'm Ludvig Maxis, but most people just call me Ludvig." I smiled and shook his hand. "Edward. Edward Richtofen." And that is how our friendship began.

more coming soon......