Captured Freedom
Prologue
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Fingers shake as they grip the top of a chain link fence. Crimson beads to the surface from the small punctures the fence creates on his palms as bare feet slam against the slick pavement. Puddles splash up around his torn white pants, the mud smearing across the once beautiful material. Rain no longer rains down on him, but sweat dots at his brow as his silver bangs stick to his forehead. He spares a hand to wipe them to the side, only succeeding with the result of blood smudged over his face. Heavy pants keep his dry lips parted while the fear keeps his feet moving.
These people, these humans, weren't supposed to be able to do so many things; find him, track him, see him. Everyone knows that him and those like him exist, they just haven't seen them. Which is why he's running. He can't allow himself to be seen anymore. It's against the oath he had sworn to; to help those in need but to not allow an image of himself appear.
He broke that oath. All because of a young child he thought he was helping. What does he get in return for that? Fear and pain that skyrocket past normal levels.
His long legs barrel him around the corner of the back alley, only for his left leg to give out and force his bare knee to scrape across the ground. A hiss breaks past his gritted teeth, his hands bracing his body against the wall as he tries to stand back up.
No good.
His worn body thuds back to the ground, leaning against the wall as his chest rises and falls rapidly. Silver tresses fall past his shoulders, the ribbon that had kept them up being long gone now, and his aquamarine orbs glare up at the sky.
He's tired and there's no stopping the black that spots at his vision, slowly growing in from the corners. He knows if he doesn't get back up he's doomed, his fate sealed and his life no longer worth living. He is what he is to be free, yet bound...and he's content with that restricted freedom.
Several sets of footfalls come to a slow halt as the sound of an idling vehicle drifts to his ears. His body slumps down to the ground and the side of his head falls into a shallow puddle, his eyes becoming more difficult to keep open.
A woman kneels beside him, her narrowed crimson eyes boring into him like a raging fire sweeping across underbrush. She reaches out to touch where his freedom used to be, only to meet nothing as his energy has drained, no more power left to manifest itself in the form of those awe striking objects that everyone envies.
The woman's lips fall into a thin line as his eyes finally close and his breathing slowly begins to even back out. It doesn't hurt her to stand up from her crouched position and to walk away, giving orders as she goes. It doesn't make her stomach churn as they drag him over the rough pavement and throw him into the back of a van, bound and gagged. It doesn't bother her that she's just taken another one of the sacred children from their duty. But it does make her heart swell to know that she's just sealed her brother's fate...
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I started this on a whim really and I don't know why. I had the idea I know about a week ago but couldn't get the time to throw it together. I think I'm getting in over my head. ^^; I swear my brains puts out more ideas than I can work with sometimes. It's a pain in the ass I tell you!
But this will be Yaoi/Het annnd I mean it. Really I seriously mean it. Of course it'll be my OTP~ ;) I mean, come on, SoRiku is such old news. Lets get some heat going :D