Prologue: Disguises To A Letter

Little Private couldn't hurt a fly. That's what they would say. Too naive. Too expandable. The last one he really loved: Too innocent. Private was different to say the least, from the rest of the group, but it didn't mean that he wasn't bad. They assumed he was ultimately good.

They assumed.

Private couldn't explain it to them. He had done things bad before in his life. So he didn't tell them. He keep it under lock and key. That lock, and key became a vault of secrets like: Mr. Tux.

How he hated Mr. Tux, the upper classed, sharp, witty, rich, Mr. Tux. But he let it slip up. The dreadful Armadillo Kid had came back for another take at him. Private had went under cover to take down the so called Armadillo Kid, Jeremiah Redding, that would scam anyone even his own family. Which he had a four kids, and two of them were his step-kids. Private knew all about his affairs. It was quite sad what Mr. Redding would do to his family.

The man didn't care who'd he have to hurt to get what he wanted. That was his life motto, and it was Private's job to break him, and his motto. And Mr. Tux broke him, and Armadillo Kid was put in prison for a good while waiting for the day to get Mr. Tux back. And that one day the team realized that the Private they knew, wasn't the person they thought. Private could've sworn he lost most of their trust...But maybe it was all in the head.

After the whole incident, everything went back to normal. Almost. The team started to question Private, and how much they really knew about him. What was his past? Who exactly was Private? Private even remembers when Skipper said: "Surely, Private, you would tell us if you were in some kind of trouble, right?"

Private had put on a smile, and looked directly in Skipper's blue eyes to say: "Of course, Skipper." He had lied directly to his face. Putting on that 'Private Smile' that would make anyone believe that he was being completely honest. Private had became what many people call: A telepathic liar. He became such a good liar it was how he became 'Private'.

It was sad to say, but Private could get what he wanted from his lies. He could fool anyone into believing him. He fooled them with his innocents. Private had done things terrible things, but he disguised it with 'Private'. The peacefully calm, Private. The sweet hearted, Private. The naive, Private. The innocent...He knew what he done was horrifying, but he had changed.

He grew into this new disguised. He felt like himself...That seemed so unusually to him, maybe it was the fact. That he had a team, a family, a family of brothers. They treated him like a little brother, Private never had that. No siblings, or a family. Sure, he had Nigel, but Nigel wasn't his real Uncle. He was just his caretaker for a certain time period. He didn't really have this type of bond with his Uncle.

So he decide to let it stay.

Let the lie stay, and simmer here until he dies. It was like watch a flame grow into a humongous fire, and into pitch black nothing. He wanted to keep the disguise, but thing never did workout for him like that. This disguise was no longer a disguise, it was truly him.

So he let it stay.

That's when the letter came...Then Private was long gone.

Hey guys, Rosy here! This is a new story I decided to start to work on. Yes, it's humanized story again, because I like those kind. Yes it's about Private but more of him as a outlaw...I thought it would be neat to see a mysterious side to Private. So I hope you guys did like the prologue to it.

And I'm still going to be working on The Truth? So no worries there.

Tell me what you think!

Love,

aDORKable Rosy