"HAHAHAHAHAHA"

A cruel and maniacal laugh could be heard bouncing around the empty stone room.

CRUNCH

A sickening sound was made when metal met bone.

The bone in question belonged to a boy of 17 strapped down tightly to a lone wooden chair in a vast empty room with walls of concrete to stifle the noise of screaming and floor the colour red to mask the sight of blood.

The 'metal' belonged to a well built, tall man, aged around 30. He wore a red and white hockey mask and a wide smile under it, His name was Jason.

Jason smashed the blunt metal object into the boy's knee once more, further shattering the bone inside while laughing so hard he kept coughing every so often.

The boy was on the edge of death, then again that was a usual occurrence for him. This feeling had been the dominant thing on his mind for the past 6 years he had been a torture puppet for Jason.

He had been kidnapped from his loving parents and older sister at the age of 11 and was thrown into a world of nothing but pain and blood.

The rare times he wasn't in the company of Jason or getting little rest time, he was being abused mentally and physically by two women older than him. They would verbally assault him and rape him on a regular basis. No one cared about this, as long as he showed up for Jason's torture sessions everyone ignored the boy.

This obviously gave him a great fear of people, women especially, to the point where he would refuse to speak or do anything in their presence, he merely sat there like a rag doll soaking up all the abuse thrown his way.

Then one day, the boy was strapped to his chair ready for another session with Jason. However no one had turned up. The boy was curious as this had never before happened. 30 minutes later, the door opened to reveal Jason, behind him were 3 people with paper bags over their heads.

"Now boy, I have a little game for you, it called pick who dies" Jason chuckled creepily as he ripped the paper bags off the three people.

"N-no..." the boy replied, his voice weak but filled with despair. The people Jason had brought before him... Were his family.

"I can't" the boy said "Please don't make me I can't do it they're all I HAVE LEFT PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE" the boy replied his voice raising to a desperate cry near the end of his sentence.

"Oh but you will" said Jason gleefully "or i'll kill them all, now be a good boy and choose one".

"NO NO NOOO NOO NO NO" the boy cried his replies becoming more and more jumbled and insane.

FREEZE

After a minute the boy calmed down, he knew what was going to happen here, he had no choice in the matter, all he could do is take responsibility so she wouldn't blame herself.

"Hehehehe" the boy chuckled in a similar manner to Jason. "Kill the adults" the boy ordered.

His command was met with a sigh of defeat and acceptance from the father, a tearful face from the mother and the screams and protest from the sister, all of which were silenced with two clean shots through the parent's heads.

Upon the two shots a break formed in the boy's mind, one half resented himself for the choice he made the other side relished in its conclusion, the latter half won the battle to the surface and the boy's hair shifted from short and brown to shoulder length and snow white.

"KANEKI" screamed the girl on the floor "HOW COULD YOU, THEY WERE ARE PARENTS".

"Yes, they WERE" replied the boy name Kaneki with emphasis on 'were'. "Not anymore, sister".

"YOU'RE NO BROTHER OF MINE YOU SICK FUCK" yelled the girl as she turned away and began to cry again.

When the girl yelled these words Kaneki began to feel confused and conflicted, the other half of him writhed inside for dominance, to comfort the sister, to apologise, but that failed. The only reaction from the boy was a sigh and the words "Very well, I never liked the name Kaneki, it always sounded so... Tragic".

With that the boy discarded his old name and life, he stood from his chair which was now unshackled. They has broken him, that was their goal, to stop his from obtaining his 'full' power. The boy turned from the girl lying on the floor next to the bodies of the adults and walked out the open door...

(You won't stop me Yamori, I will emerge and with my new host we will defeat you)

AN: Hey guys, this is my first ever upload or even attempt at a fanfiction so please give me some patience and let me know if I've done anything wrong and/or where I can improve.

I really tried to get away with a Teen rating because I know that mature is generally hidden from public eye in this site, but for the story i'd like to tell, there's just no beating around the bush.

Please forgive my blatant ripoff of Tokyo Ghoul but as this is my first time writing I wanted to base my story off something to give myself a starting point. This will be a DXD story but I wanted to give the mc a little tragedy for background.

This first chapter can be considered a prologue to the story i'm currently writing, it's a little short because it's my first time writing like this but I hope you all review and rate fairly and the first proper chapter will be up in a few days so look out for it :)