New story! This one was already written so this will be a regular update! Please review; I want to get more reads and reviews than my other story! Anyhoo – Enjoy!

~Prologue~

It was a dark, cold night, with the stars up above clear from mist and clouds. Soft snowflakes began to fall from the dark pit up above cloaking the surrounding area in a pure white blanket - winter was approaching fast. No animals stirred in those hours of darkness leaving the air silent and the malice in the small house blatant.

The blunette looked out with his cyan coloured eyes and almost hissed at the frost that covered the window before smiling at how they too would melt. Blue should have been his favourite colour considering how much it had put him through the last couple of years; yet at this moment all he could think about was how the sky would soon be lit with raging reds and obliterating oranges. He considered blue a calm and submissive colour, not at all like the feelings that were coursing through his veins. But who was he one to complain now when it had landed him here.

Life had not always been kind to him or his mother for that fact. Trouble came looking for him like he was a magnet and it may have had something to do with his hair however that couldn't testify for his mothers troubles. Maybe they were just cursed or it was a messed up coincidence. Either way, it had destroyed their lives and tonight was the night where that all ended.

A muffled cry broke his running train of thoughts, making him spin on his heel, a feral grin spreading on his face. "Shut it, will ya?" he said, glaring down at the pathetic and bloodied man tied down on a chair.

His long red hair was fallen all around his face with bunches of it lying beside his feet on the blood tinged ground. It had once been the same colour as his hair but it had now turned a revolting brown showing just how long he had been subjected to torture. His lip had grown to twice the size, due to swelling, the same as his eyes, matching the purple hue that also covered patches of his body. He looked a mess. Seriously . . . how could he have let this man make his life a living hell if it were this easy to silence him!?

The man looked up at him, both anger and a begging look clouding his eyes wanting to make the boy vomit. For years that guy had looked down on him and his mother glancing at the same eyes that would stare back at him. It was so ironic now and he cackled at their reversed roles.

Harshly, he punched him in the gut, making him double over, blood spurting in between the gaps in the rags that kept his mouth firmly shut. The anger evaporated instantly as he continued to look up at him this time tears leaking out, making his face snotty and ridiculous. Normally he would think how the hell can someone just make someone else's life a misery but now that he looked down he found this kind of fun. Maybe he could start some sort of group and make this thing a living? "Ya know," he started, swinging a lighter between his fingers. "Ya'd look wonderful on a bonfire. . . Ya red hair will blend in nicely with the flames,"

The man's eyes widened until his pupils were pinpricks whilst he tried unsuccessfully to back away. The blunette moved closer, his face now inches away from the others before cackling loudly; the animalistic sound bouncing off the walls making the other wince. It was the only sound in the room apart from the scraping of legs as the man tried to put as much distance between himself and the insane boy in front of him. "Blend in," he repeated almost as if it were an order. "No-one will see you,"

The man tried shuffling his chair back, screaming through the rags as he did so, as the small boy started pouring oily liquid on and around the chair. The smell was enough to make the boy gag but he was too caught up setting everything out – he wanted this to be perfect. It was like a ballet and therefore everything needed to be executed perfectly. After years of being tortured now he got to return the favour and even more. It was a pity he couldn't continue for years on end just like the pathetic man beneath him did – he didn't have the time or patience for it unfortunately. He reached over and yanked out the rag that had kept him mildly quiet and threw it to the side. He wanted to hear the man scream when the flames consumed him. "What are you doing?" the man asked, his voice ragged and shaky.

It was amazing what a little beating could do to someone's ego. If only the boy had thought of it sooner, it would have saved him and his mother a lot of trouble. The blunette bent down and lit a candle placing it near the foot of the front door. "Lighting your funeral candle," he stated simply, his lips curling up.

"Y-you're joking – Come on! Stop playing around!" the redhead screamed hysterically, fighting against his bonds making his wrists even bloodier than before.

"I'll let you go on one condition – say my name,"

"Wh-what!? Is that it?" he sneered slightly, his hopes being lifted now that he had a chance of freedom.

The small boy shrugged and turned around, folding his arms over his chest waiting for the man to speak his name. This should be interesting! "It's -,"

He watched in amusement as the man's face fell, desperately trying to recall his bastard step-sons name. He mentally went through the alphabet trying to give him some clue to what the name started with but none sprang to mind. "I think that speaks for itself," he stated calmly, pushing the candle down with the tip of his blood-stained sneakers.

He didn't listen to the man's screams and cries as he stood up, pushing the lighter in his back pocket. He didn't really care. The only thing he did say was 'sayonara' as he gave him one last smile and closed the door firmly shut behind him, allowing the warm fire to burn behind him. He knew there would be shit to face when he got back. There would be endless days of police cordoning off the house. He would have to go to days of trials with his mother who would try and hide her glee at the situation. He would have to attend a funeral. Even the thought made his insides curl but there was no point in ending his life to be free if he just got transferred to a barren cage. The last thought before leaving was how now he could finally live freely – but even he knew from the eyes following him that that would be impossible. . . Fuck it all.