FEARS AND FORGIVNES
CHAPTER-1: RUN!
The sound of hurried footsteps echo's through the dark streets and allies as a small figure runs for his life along the pebbled road. He runs into an ally with a dead end and a look of absolute terror flashes across his face before he sees some old crates and hides behind them.
Minutes later two tall men enter the ally where the boy is hiding. "Hey maybe he kept on running". One man with tattoos on his arms says to the other.
"No way, he's here, I can smell him". The second man with a shaved head answers as he lifts his head into the air like a wild animal looking for the sent of his pray as they both walk fervour into the ally.
As the boy hears them talking he clasps a shaky had over his mouth and nose in an attempt to quieten his ecstatic breathing while they continue to walk closer.
"Got ya". The man with a shaved head growled as he grabbed the boy suddenly by the scuff of the neck and pulled him out of the crates and slammed him into the closest wall with a loud thud.
The men both smirked as the boy struggled in there grip. "You're a bad boy for running away from us and bad boys must be punished". The tattooed man taunted as he punched the boy hard in the stomach knowing the wind out of him.
As he was about to hit the boy again the other man stopped him mid air. "The boss said he wants the brat back in one piece". He glared at the boy then back at the tattooed man.
"Oh! Come on, don't be stupid you really gonna just hand him over with out having a bit of fun first?" He replied.
The shaved man thought about this for a few seconds then turned to the boy and punched him straight in the face.
The boy groaned as his head was forced to the side from the impact as the two men continued to punch, kick, and beat him until he could no longer stand. Next the tattooed man grabbed the boy and forced his head to the left and settled is own face into the gap before extending his fangs and sinking them into the tender flesh beneath them.
"Ahh". The boy cried at the immense pain cursing through his body and tears fell from his eyes. Up till now he had managed to hold them back but now as his vision began to blur from the blood loss he let them fall freely.
By the time the shaved man had had his fill life was slowly slipping away from the boy and he fell to the cold ground beneath him without any resistance. He was tired, so very tired. He didn't even notice the presence of two new people in the ally or the cries of shock and pain of the two men who attacked and chased him, nor did he notice the girl who was cradling his head as he fell into the deep, reliving darkness of unconscious.
"Shiki, get over here". The girl yelled at her comrade. "He's hurt; you need to stabilize him quick".
Within seconds her red headed companion was at her side and had his palms resting on the boy's forehead and chest as he tried to save the boys life.
TBC...
Hey guys, this is my first story so please be kind =)
oh yeah i dont own any of the caracters, etc...
