Tears rolled down his face and his vision blurred a little, looking around frantically for help, but none was going to come. Victorian London was quiet at night, and any screams he'd tried to make had been silenced quickly. Not that death was ever a big deal in a place so ripe with disease and mortalities.
A low chuckle was heard and his attacker walked forward a couple of steps, shining blade in hand and he smirked down at the boy, a disturbingly handsome smile that shouldn't have been fitting for someone so completely covered in blood that wasn't his own.
"It's more interesting when you try to run." He tapped the bright blonde boy's chin with his blade, and forced him to look up at him. The tears in his eyes and plain disbelieving fear made him laugh. "No last words? Fine."
With a sickening slash, his scream was cut short and his body went limp against the wall.
"Scum." He spat at the wide-eyed corpse, and kicked him once. "Inhuman, unnatural, unwanted. Every last one of you."
And he meant every word that fell from his lips as sure as the drops of blood that fell from his blade.
A/N: Chained is kind of going nowhere, and I came up with an idea for a new, much better story that I think has an awful lot more potential and I actually have an idea for what I want to happen in the plot. I might re-write it later. Keep reading and I'd love to hear feedback C: