A shape ran through the yard that covered his parents' mansion, his pale blonde hair shook as he ran, tears streaming.

Crimson Eyed Freak.

Worthless.

Why do you want to live!?

She loves me not you!

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Words that ruined his life.

The albino teen looked up, teenage presence turning into the state of an animal as he tore up to a treehouse, longing to be redone.

Two years.

Two full years the boy hid, practicing battle overnight with Christian, stopping at dawn so both got a rest before breakfast. Everyday Christian would bring the lone boy some meat with bread and juice. The young knight thanked his underling every day.

Two years.

His friends came over every few weeks..or months, both battled, and lately, after almost two months of visiting...all stopped, both young men sent apology letters, the albino crumpled them. Scarlet eyes raw and glowing like a hungry wolf's.
For Revenge.

Two years.

She had hurt him.