Secret Senses: Prologue
Shadows followed behind their master as he walked to his destination for what would be the final time. Thick woods surrounded the area before a lone clearing could be found. Stone had become completely covered in an over growth of wild plants. The young man walked through the stone until he came to a cellar entrance that led to a basement that he new fairly well. A deep breath was taken in before the cellar doors were pushed opened. Just being on the land brought up painful memories for him, but that was all going to end tonight. No one would come looking for him, no one wanted him, and he was not needed by the one place he thought he would always belong. Overall, he was a waste of space that needed to be removed for the greater good. He slowly walked down the stairs, ducking every once in awhile to avoid stone blocks that were starting to cave in. Dust, dirt and grime covered over the footprints he left there the last time.
The last time he went anywhere.
He walked over to the only wall that did not look like Cyclops from the X-men was trying to laser them in an attempt to escape from its prison. His back slipped down the wall as he lowered himself down to the ground. The beast in side him screamed in anguish as it knew what was to come. His mind knew there was no hope to change his decision, since all its ammo that it had to use could be countered. He was alone, always had been. No one was there for him and the ones who thought they were only caused a greater pain then he ones who first stole his innocence. Life for him got worst every year he was able to live after that thing got to him. His sensei could not even kill him, he asked him to but when it came down to it, he could not. His sensei loved him like a son, a son who he could not bear to be around or look at without being consumed with grief.
He pulled out Bloody Rose.
Colors started to blend in the streams of uneven light that fell from sparking open plugs along the four battered walls surrounding the lone figure. He leaned against the wall as he sat in the dirt-covered cell; it was the remaining basement from what used to be his family home. With one small explosion, pain erupted throughout his body as liquid life splattered across the dust covered wall and slid down until it could pool on the floor. All the boy's senses told him he was dying, not that he cared. Truly, he thought he deserved a more painful death than the one he was receiving in this place were all his pain started. Even with his breathing starting to become erratic and the smell of his own blood telling his stomach that it needed to heave whatever contents it still had, a smile that was long lost in his days of torment shone brightly across his face.
Smile, it is time to be happy.
Peace was finally going to consume him in the most thrilling way possible. Heart beats began to slow as did he lungs. A light chuckle escaped his lips; he would not have to wait much longer. Even if he wanted to move he could not, why would he want to leave this state when he had nothing to look forward to but this? He lost his family, his only friend besides animals, his peace of mind, and all he had ever worked for in his life, just for someone's revenge. He had even lost his heart to those closest to him, even those bloodsuckers in some way held a part of it. In his mind, he was nothing more than a broken toy that no one wanted or attempted to fix. So easy it would be to fix him. All he needed was what he missed the most growing in this blood-fueled world. He only wanted someone to love him, just him. Someone who would be willing to do anything for him ... as Kuran did for Yuki.
Dry lips laugh bitterly. Of course, Kuran had to be his last thought.
Then darkness.