WANRING if you are below the age of Eighteen do not read. Turn back, this story is Yaoi and has MATURE themes. That said on with the story..
His name was Blaze, his life was young just starting out at the age of fifteen he was caught between adult and childhood.
With shaggy orange hair and bright orange tinted eyes it was evident what he could do.
He was a fighter born from blood fighting for blood. He had no reason to save anyone. He burned all gave nothing air. He had nothing yet wanted nothing. He had his life that's all he wanted.
When the pack caught him on their territory for once they were afraid. If anyone was a devil it was this boy.
"Is it him?! Is it Blaze?!" Said Biowolf a slight quiver to his voice.
"Yes it's the devil.. He's come walking through, what do we do?" Said Breach looking down on the shadow that seemed to creep over the land below them.
"Do not engage him." Said Van Kleiss standing behind the two his mouth curved in a frown. "Neither of you could take that wild thing. Not even I can take his flames." Continued Van Kleiss turning from the sight of the dark shadow before it was gone just like that.
Biowolf sniffed the air turning his head side to side before a pair of bright glowing orange eyes met his own set in a pale skinned face. "Yo..Doggie.." Ice cold terror shot down Biowolf's spine at those spoken words as he watched Blaze's body uncurl from the crouch it was in. "Do you want to die? Do you want to live?" Blaze's voice was so cold as he spoke. Still there was no movement from the devil they created. He was waiting for their movement. Orange locks ruffled by the wind across those orange eyes before Blaze stood his knife in one hand. "...You made the devil.. He's come for your soul.." Orange eyes looked to Van Kleiss as the man glared before Blaze looked to Biowolf.
"...Do you want to live? Run, don't look back. If you do I will kill you." Blaze said before stepping past the mechanical wolf his eyes on Van Kleiss. Breach stood in front of her master her arms spread out "Stop! Don't come any closer! You can't have my favorite!" Said Breach before a fist of Blaze's found it's mark in her stomach. "Ahh!" Breach let out a scream blood coming from her mouth.
Blaze looked down to her quietly for a few moments before his lips parted. "You'll live.. I won't have you interfering though. He made me, the devil has come for his soul. A child like you could never understand the pain.. The horror all in the name of science this man has put me through." Blaze glared at Van Kleiss before throwing Breach aside to Biowolf "Take her, and leave now go."
With that Blaze started walking forwards quietly his head lowered bangs hiding his eyes. "Blaze what are you doing?! I..Made you strong! I gave you what you wanted." Van Kleiss said starting for once in his life to feel a tingle of fear creeping up his spine.
This was not a person who could be reasoned with. This was someone who had lost everything. This was someone who did not care. Someone who had nothing left in their life. Someone dangerously wild without care without control. Nothing owned him nothing contained him. He'd became a force of nature some how he'd risen above the water Van Kleiss had put him in. Blaze kept walking forwards every time Van Kleiss's vines wrapped around him Blaze screamed burning them away. Until he was nose to nose with Van Kleiss glaring with those eternally defiant orange eyes. "..I was your son..How could you use me like that. HOW!" Blaze screamed the last part unleashing a torrent of blows on the man in front of him not caring if they hit or not thrashing like the wild demon he'd become. "You used me! You put this in me! You wanted power not me! I wanted to live.. To fall in love! You took it all! " Blaze screamed his pain into the night the sky clouding over as he pounded on Van Kleiss's vine barricade his fists becoming covered with flame searing into the vines.
"Flame Knight Project.. You could have used someone else! You could have used anyone! You chose me, why? Why me? Why?!" Cold orange eyes glared at Van Kleiss as the demon he'd created broke through a glowing red portal appeared behind Van Kleiss. "..Another time perhaps.. Jason.." Van Kleiss said as the portal closed around him.
Blaze howled into the night as the cold rain fell around him steaming when it hit his body. He was tired of secrets tired of the lies. He just wanted someone anyone to honestly care. When the spot lights hit him he looked up bright orange eyes catching the light as he heard the speakers blare. "Remain still put your hands behind your head and remain sitting.." Providence soldiers again. Why? Why should he do what they said? Then he heard it an odd voice. "Oh yea I'm sure that'll totally get him to sit still.."
"Rex do not interfere, he's dangerous do not get close!" Said the older sounding voice before the younger voice came again. "Oh come on Six he's alone, he's cold, and he's shivering. Have some mercy for him." Said the younger sounding voice when the light was suddenly shadowed as someone crouched in front of Blaze a hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder.
"Hey, are you ok?"
Blaze looked up into rich red eyes before his own widened. Was this an angel? Was this what the servants of god looked like? Young, kind and innocent? Blaze felt hot then cold his heart beating faster as he stared in those eyes unspeaking.
"Can you speak?" The hand moved slowly towards his face pausing to wipe away a few stray drops of water. The dam he'd been holding onto for so long broke. Blaze's arms wrapping around that angel's neck a sob coming.
Rex blinked his eyes widening before he spoke. "It's alright, we can protect you. We'll help you." Red clad arms wrapped around warmth coming from the dryer body as Blaze felt himself picked up he clung tighter "..I don't want to be alone, I don't want to kill any more." Blaze said putting his head down his eyes closing.
Rex was silent turning walking forwards Blaze in his arms a Blanket tossed around both teenagers before they were brought into the warmth of a mobile unit. "Target acquired returning to the Keep" said Six before sitting across from the two the soldiers settling to either side of the two boys.
Blaze was silent curled into that warmth inhaling the scent of spice and something softer. Orange eyes sliding closed as he indulged in the warmth that was being offered. Innocently given was this care. No strings attached. Nothing being wanted. It was simple care and to others perhaps a childish naivety. To Blaze though it was a soothing balm to the chaos that was his soul. It was healing, and it was a blessing. The last coherent thought Blaze had was how warm it was before the darkness took him into it's welcoming embrace.