The idea just came into my head, so I don't have an actual story to follow this up with yet.
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Red.
It flies into the air as the clown falls from a deep gash across his chest.
Blood splatters on the figure of a child who, seconds before, had been unsuccessfully trying to stop the man who held the black blade, dripping with blood. Now he stands motionless, tears no longer falling.
The man is tall, with long, dark hair and striking emerald eyes. He turns to the boy, now that he is sure that the clown is dead. Witnesses were an annoyance.
The boy remains still, even as the man approaches. But the man stops, observing those silvery blue eyes that had suddenly changed when the clown had hit the floor. The eyes that no longer hold fear. That hold nothing. No anger, no anguish, no grief for the dead body before him.
He lowers his sword. Perhaps there was no need to kill this one after all. He grips the boy's chin, pulling his jaw up so that the boy looks at him directly in the face.
"What is your name?"
"Allen Walker."
"Why are you not afraid?"
The boy cocks his head to the side, brown hair turning white falling to the side. It is a mechanical motion, as if the boy, Allen, was not a human but a robot trying to act as one. "Why should I be afraid?"
"I just killed the man who took care of you." He could tell that the two had no blood relations to each other, but they had seemed close.
"So? He is dead. He no longer matters."
The man grins, a cold, twisted baring of teeth. Yes, there was no need to kill this one. He would make for an interesting companion.