Author's Note: Hello everyone and welcome to Just Tonight, this story is for a mature audience only. It is lathered with: Sex, Drugs, Death and other various topics of maturity. If you are faint of heart, and do not enjoy Gay relationships I also suggest leaving now. I do not want flames, just good critiquing, thank you for reading. Another thing, these are not my characters. They belong to someone whom I have no idea is, but they are not mine. Enjoy.
Prologue
The blood flowed through the corn blonde hair of the boy trying to kill him; his eyes stared without seeing right through Alfred. The only thought going through Alfred's head was 'what the hell' there was no way any of this could be real! But here he was, staring at the blank emerald green eyes and blood was pooling on the floor.
"Come, we go now." Alfred looked up at the man who saved him, his violet eyes were sharp, and held a hidden depth to them. It was like a secret was on the lips of someone's mouth but hadn't been spoken.
"W-What the hell is going on here!" Alfred wailed, shock and disbelief dripping from his voice. The other man didn't answer him and bent at the waist to grab Alfred by the biceps and made him stand.
"We have to go now, before they send more to kill you." His Russian accent was powerful and it made Alfred feel kind of small, and insignificant. "Come, we go now." The man repeated again and Alfred just followed on shaky legs, only glancing at the dead man, and his dead father.
"Wait, where are we going?" Alfred said when he was pulled out of his front door, it was currently kicked in and laying in pieces in the entryway.
"I shall tell you what I know when we get in car." Alfred didn't know how to respond so he just let himself continue to be drug along. This was only a dream… right?
