Angel of the Shadows
Blood. Blood was all that mattered. Blood was all that was. Blood is the only thing there. Blood is always what comes after happiness. Blood littered the walls, dripping down onto the man. Christmas was ruined. His body laying in the center of the room, unmoving. Above him stood a small boy, his smile as wide as his face. His teal hair now drenched in blood, but the boy left it unnoticed. A knife was inhabiting the corner, bent and dull. Across from it was a large cell, barely big enough to hold a small dog, but it looked as if it had been well used, as it's bars had dents and deep cuts on them.
"Wont you play with me some more?" a small voice echoed through the room. "Hey, daddy? Isn't my drawing pretty? Your favorite color was red y'now. It's beautiful isn't it daddy?" The boy started shaking uncontrollably.
"He he he he he," the boy started to turn towards the door.
Many thuds were heard outside of the door. 'Footsteps,' he thought. Shouts were getting louder with the footsteps. 'They sound very cautious, maybe its the landlord. No the landlord is one, there seem to be four? No, five at the least.'
The footsteps suddenly stopped at the door. Then the voices stopped. They were listening for any movement.
The door folded in on itself, its hinges breaking apart, and splintered wood flying everywhere. Five large men came barging through the entryway. Guns at hand, they pointed in front of them.
"Are you going to play with me?" the boy asked. He was now standing in front the men, startling them in the process. All of their guns were now pointed to the boy. His usually sharp, unemotional, teal eyes were filled with amusement. They seemed to glow unnaturally. Wait, no, they were glowing. His unemotional face was filled in with a wide smile. " I'm bored, could you play with me?" he cooed. Only his head was seen in the dark room.
The men's eyes were filled with fear. They had never seen something so horrific in their life, yet this boy was standing there asking them to play. And what did he mean by play? While the men were supposed to be the ones that filled their suspects with fear, this little, weak, looking boy had them wishing they were with their mothers or dead. They didn't answer, getting an annoyed response from the boy.
"Ne, are you going to play with me? I don't like it when people don't answer me. Daddy didn't answer my questions so I forced him to. Isn't my drawing pretty?" he held up a piece of paper for all of them to see. "At the top are humans playing and singing, but then you get to the bottom they are enjoying hell. See the woman at the top?" He pointed to a woman drawn in purple crayon. "She played with another man and so God punished her." All of the men were frozen. How could a kid say all of this, let alone know what hell is? "Hey, when are you going to answer my question? You guys are getting boring." He then moved, which put all of the men on edge. They all stiffened up, and became as alert as one person can possibly get. The boy walked over to a shelf, that nobody noticed until now. It was filled with books, until you got to the third shelf and up. With about seven shelves in total, it was a sight to behold. There were knives organized by size, sharpness, and how clean they were on the first three shelves. Some of the knives had dried blood on them, others were clean as a whistle. Above them were, clear glass jars.
The men were confused at this, ' why would he have something as odd as that?' That was until they saw what was inside of these jars. There were body parts. Body Parts! Eyes floated inside of the yellowing liquid, as did a tongue, what seemed to be a liver, and a heart. But that wasn't the worst part. There was also a head. It was a woman with striking blue hair. Her eyes were closed and so it looked like she was in deep sleep. Blood was dripping from the neck, where the skin was ripped to shreds. The boy picked up her head, but seemed to value it, as he carried it gently, and made sure that it did't fall out of his small hands. 'Wait, how did he get up there to even get the head? There's no ladder or step stool.' His eyes seemed to be glowing brighter as he stepped towards them.
"Mother was an angel. If she'd only realize what a demon daddy was, she could've still been smiling now. Daddy didn't like mommy for some reason. He'd take his hands and hit her, and she'd cry every night. Once when i came home from school, she was unconscious on the floor. It took a while to wake her up, but she was okay. She was such and idiot! Daddy really didn't like her, so why did she stay? If only she could realize what a demon daddy was." his eyes were unemotional almost throughout his whole statement. When the got to the end, resentment, anger, and humor filled them. He set her down on the floor next to the dead man. "Now you and daddy can be together forever! Two new idiots were sent to heaven and hell today!" he started laughing like a madman. All of the men were sure of it now, this boy was crazy and could not be fixed. "Ne, you guys are sure taking your time. You really don't want to play with me do you?" his expression turned as dark as looked up with those eyes, those eyes full of mischievous energy, "I can force you to play with me if you don't choose to."
That' s when the men cracked. They knew that if they didn't kill the kid first, they would die. But that was also where they made their first, and last mistake. One man, the apparent leader, charged in while screaming at the top if his lungs. Gun pointed in front of him he shot wildly, hoping to hit the kid. Reinforcements were coming, but they wouldn't make it till then. The kid smiled, like one usually would when they are getting a new toy to play with at Christmas. "So one of you finally decided to play with me. This is going to be so much fun!"
The man was now starting to regret what he did, as the kid was not backing down. Normally a kid would not think twice about backing down when an adult challenges them. They would cower in fear of being hurt or run away as fast as they could. He was just standing there, like he knew he would win, but wanted to see the enemy perish beneath his feet. Like he just wanted see a war play out for the fun of killing. The man faltered, but the kid looked like he was ushering a challenge. He was furious, this kid should know his place in the world. Anger soon took over the fool's mind. He ran forward with all of his might. The carnage began.
As the man ran forward, the boys eyes glowed an incandescent red and blue. The man entered the shadows of the room. The kid made his first move. Disappearing and reappearing in front of the man. The man slowed at a staggering rate. His voice no longer echoed inside of the room. Soon he was brought to his knees. But his upper body didn't follow suit. It hovered in the air, until everything below the neck dropped to the floor with a disgusting thud and squish. The throat of the man was hanging from the neck, dangling in the air. Blood seeped into the carpet, turning it's previous brown color into a muddy black. His mouth was agape, with blood pouring from it. The kid was laughing uncontrollably, causing chills to flow down the watchers back. They were cowering in fear, regretting ever challenging this boy. Their comrade's head was dropping to the floor, soon landing with a loud crack. It's jaw was bent back in an unimaginable position. The boy's laugh was now becoming louder as he looked at the men's faces. they were full of fear, no, wait, something beyond fear, utter terror. They froze, wanting to search for an exit, but afraid of the kid in front of them. Would he take the chance and kill them right there for fun? Would he use the distraction to tie them up and torture them? Should they run?
"Don't worry, I won't kill you if you look the other way. I won't trap you either, although that sounds like fun. Thank you for the idea." The boys calm voice sounded from behind them. They all turned slowly to see his glowing eyes staring right back at them. But that's not all that they see. Protruding from his back are smoky ligaments. Wings. They inspected closer to see that they had no immediate shape or form, just a mass of smoke. They were fucked. If he could fly with them, he could follow them everywhere, then simply killing them. Plus those wings didn't seem whole, like he could possibly change their shape, but that was impossible, right? "Oh, I wouldn't try to escape by the way. Not like you can but, if you do, you'll be able to join your friend over there. But that would equal more fun for me, so, feel free to try!" his innocent way of talking was over a long while ago. He talked as if he was and adult, with reasoning no kid should have. Wait, he said they couldn't escape even if they tried, right? But the could probably get past him out the door, right? They had broken the door when they came in, so should't the doorway be closed? Then they looked behind the boy. In place of the empty space where the door should be was a mass of swirling darkness. "Do you want to see what happens to someone when they go through my special door?" the boy questioned," here, you can go first, mister." A shove was given to the man closest to the door. He gasped as the breath he had was pushed out of him. He quickly inhaled to let out a loud shriek. The door swallowed him up and the shrieking was muffled. They could still hear it for a breathtaking thirty seconds, but then it suddenly stopped. This seemed uneventful compared to what the kid had done to them earlier, but it also made the experience all the more terrifying. What had happened to him? "Wait," the kid started to laugh again, and everyone knew that wasn't a good sign, "this is the best part!" They all turned back towards the door, only to have something wet and chunky come flying at them.
They looked down at their clothes, only to scream bloody murder. And bloody murder it was. Blood soaked their clothes, and limbs were scattered all over the now dark carpet, as the blood from earlier was beginning to dry up. "Look, aren't you having a fun time!" the voice of the boy now scared all of the men shitless. 'How much longer until reinforcements will come?' they all wondered.
One of the men snapped. "What the hall kind of sick kid are you?!" he yelled, only to have his glare at the kid returned.
"I'm one hell of a smart one if I will. Now, NEXT!" The man's body slumped to the floor with a sickening rip. The kid kicked the body over, revealing five large talon marks across his neck and chest. TALON MARKS. They looked at the kid's hands to see long purple, veiny fingers with long, black talons extending from them.
'What the hell, he's a monster!' the last two men thought.
"Shouldn't have you realized that sooner? Man, humans really are slow! I mean I knew they were idiots, but this is at a whole level!" He laughed. "You two are fun! I've decided! You can live as a reward for entertaining me, but-" his expression turned serious and dark, "I don't think you'll live long anyways." He started skipping around the room, "Nobody's an angel. Even ones who devote their lives to god, they sin, for god does not wish for peace. I mean come on, who wouldn't go mad after being given the power and title of god! It's common sense, god only wants power and blind followers. Isn't that what every ruler wants?" he had a joyous expression on his face, as if he was happy after all of this carnage. "My parents were just vessels of sin to give birth to the angel of god. An angel of sin, or an angel of darkness you could say. Their love and care was all fake and in vain, for this was their predetermined fate! The men you came in with were destined to die here, there was no escaping from me; there was no hope of coming out alive for them. You two on the other hand shall come out of here alive, though you shall be damaged. It's not like anybody could come out of their life and into heaven unscathed." He seemed finished with his speech and was about to vanish when,
"So the woman in the drawing of yours was your mother?" the closest man managed to ask, though his voice was weak.
The boy turned toward them," Yes, I imagine that she is enjoying her spot in hell right now." He moved towards them more, his face then becoming as expressionless as one could get," I have been alive for about, maybe 300 years? Anyway, in that time I have become the master of sin. Sinning is my job, and it's possibly the best job there could be. She was cheating on my "father" and he was doing the same. But my he was very guilty about doing it, became a very heavy alcoholic," his blank face became full of anticipation, as if he was getting to the best part if the story,"I then came "home" to my mother on the floor, with her head barely hanging on by the flesh on her now nonexistent neck. He he he he! She was such and idiot! My father was an even bigger idiot! He followed me when I asked him to play, with mother's head still in his hands! Man, why was born into such a big family of idiots!?" He couldn't stop laughing, and kept laughing, sounding like a madman. "Oh no," his face filled with fake disappointment, "your friends are coming. I guess we can't play anymore then." He moved towards the door of shadows, " May you repent at the hands of god, and," he stepped into the door, but a smile was still visible,"seasons greetings!" With that the boy was gone, and the two survivors slumped to the floor in what seemed to be an endless sleep.
"Kuroko! Come here!" a voice woke him up from his nap. His teal head was in an unfixable bead head and his blue eyes were hazy. His neck had a horrible cramp in it, practically begging to be stretched.
'The desk really isn't a good place to sleep'
"We're eating on the roof, hurry your ass up!" Kagami yelled across the room, receiving foul looks from the girls still in the classroom.
"Yes, Kagami-kun," his voice didn't reach him, as he was already out the door. "Man, he sure is troublesome." He recalled the dream he was having.
He smiled as long, purple hands reached down to his bag. The nails easily cut through the fabric, causing a small hole to appear, letting something red and thick come dripping out.
Uggghh. 2,752 words in one sitting. Took me about three hours to write. God, what am I doing with my life? Anyways, hoped you liked it! Sorry if you didn't get the hint at the end, it will become much clearer in the update, and I WILL UPDATE. Four days off from school and I want to make a good use of it. Leave me a review down below with suggestions of pairings and what would help the story, if you can and Kuroko will be very oc on this one. -Shadow Carnival :3