White wisps of hair, sticky against the pale skin because of sweat dripping down the boy's forehead. Quick following of footsteps, hitting the pavement as he ran. Panting leaving his lips. He essentially tripped when running around the corner, but nimbly got up. He pushed people aside, he had to be quick. He had to run as fast as he could. He didn't even have time to look back, not a second could he lose. One second of deceleration could be fatal. Those pants and groans in weariness could be his last. People yelled at him, pushed him back, causing him to be nigh tripping again. The panting got louder, the moans got louder and the fatigue worse. That was when he knew he wouldn't make it. He wasn't fast enough and the footsteps behind him seemed to get closer while every step he took got heavier. It was unfair. They were with three, he was on his own. If only Nezumi would be with him... Once again he tripped, his head pounding against the briquette. He had lost the capability to stand up, lost the adequacy to scream, so instead he started to cry. His brain was banging against his cranium. While Shion grieved, he felt a heavy weight on top of him and a coldness against his neck. A knife, he noticed when feeling the tip cutting his cheek lightly.
"We'll make ya pretty, lil' boy," he heard a voice. He was unable to see their face because of the tears and fear of opening his eyes.
Suddenly the weight disappeared and roughly his shirt got lifted. He knew what would happen next, Shion knew all about it. He wasn't that stupid. His sobbing grew louder, bemoaning he pleaded. The men chuckled while running the knife across the scar on his chest.
"Looks like you'll get yo'self another scar next t'this one, hun," one of them spoke.
"No, no," Shion responded, his voice guttural and hoarse.
A croaky scream came from his mouth when the iron pierced his skin. A burning, hot feeling at first, suddenly turning horribly cold. The coldness of the knife against his bowels sent shivers down his spine. He felt the warm liquid on his chest. Blood.
He only realised he had held his breath the whole time until they pulled out the knife. He heard one of the men scream when the ivory-haired took a deep yet shaky breath.
"Shion!" A familiar voice. Nezumi, he had come, he found him. A slight smile crossed Shion's lips. He was unable to speak, no matter how much he wanted to talk. He noticed how Nezumi took off his scarf and pushed it against his stomach.
"Don't you dare die on me here, Shion!" was the last thing he heard before being unconscious.
[Next chapter will be up soon~ thanks for reading!]