A women in the room's corner was sobbing. Her nose was bleeding crimson, dripping down over her face. One of her eyes was swollen shut. She was curled up in a small ball, hiding her head like she always did.

The wall was splattered with even more dark blood, and so was the small boy's face. His brown eyes fluttered a bit as he looked at the blond man, lying down in a pool of his own blood.

He coughed a bit, and tried turned around, facing the boy, staring him straight into the eyes, in hopes of intimidating him, but the boy remained standing, holding what was left of a glass bottle.

His face and eyes didn't show anything. Not a shred of compassion, fear or guilt. It was completely blank.

''What? Do you actually think you can kill me, brat? I raised you! I made you what you are! I gave you discipline, I gave you the drive, I gave YOU THOSE EYES!''

The man screamed, pure anger to his voice. The blood from his blond hair spilled down, over his face, covering one of his eyes, making him squint.

''I was here, to teach you.'' – The man began. –''I showed you the way to become strong...I deprived you of the basics so you could understand that they are not a necessity! It was all for you to become stronger as a person...but you...you damn brat, THREW IT ALL AWAY!''

The brown-haired boy grasped the broken bottle stronger, as his small, slender fingers convulsed.

''...That's wrong. You are nothing but an abuser...and a molester.'' – The boy's voice came out completely void of emotion.

''Hahahaha...'' – The man laughed. –''...But nevertheless, you still are as weak as your real father...you stupid,useless, useless, useless, incompetent, weak brat!''

The boy turned around, releasing the shard of the broken bottle, as it fell to the floor, shattering into even smaller pieces.

''Are you going to run away? Run away like always, Issei Hyo-!'' – The man screamed, but it was cut short, as blood splattered the over the room, turning the wall to his front crimson.

A dull looking knife had slid across the man's face, cutting open his eye, nose and forehead.

A knife that hadn't been there before.

The boy jumped on the man's chest and reverse gripped knife, and brought it down at the man's chest.

Repeatedly.

A few stabs later he was already out of breath and the knife fell out of his grasp, hitting the ground with a clang and then...disappearing.

He looked at the man's hand and reached for a dark ring on his index finger. The ring had a small, dark rock on it's front...it always hurt a lot when the man punched him with a closed fist.

He pulled the ring on his own thumb, because it was too big to fit anywhere else.

That was when he convulsed and jerked into his awakened state.

Grasping at his chest, he tried to breathe. He felt a rugged hand on his shoulder, as blue eyes looked down into his own, dull brown.

''The ''Head'' asks for you, child.'' – A man stated. He was average height and a bit on the muscular side.

He nodded and got up from his sitting position, that he had fallen asleep in, pulling the dark hoodie he had on lower, and pushing the end of his camouflage pants into his boots.

He followed the man to a different room in the hotel, as his gaze was met by a few other people. He nodded his head down in reaction to it.

It was a dark, bare and dusty room, with a two sofas, both of which were taken by people.

''The hell? This kid looks like he would be scared of his own shadow.'' – A person who had a darker skin color and black hair spoke up.

''He was pulled straight from the loony-bin. Killed his own stepfather and watched his own stepmother kill herself.'' – A women with golden hair and a black, short and tight dress responded, crossing her legs, flashing a bit of black lace as she did that.

The boy tensed up.

''How old was he then?'' – A man with long black hair pulled into a bun on the back of his head, who was leaning against the window sill asked. He wore a black t-shirt and some joggers, together with simple street sneakers.

''About 10 or 11. The hell would you need to know that, asshole?'' – A different women answered.

''It could change his reasons. If he was very young it could have been the instinct to kill...but he wasn't very young.''

The man got up and walked to the boy. His build was muscular and he was almost a foot and a half taller than the boy. He leaned downwards and grabbed the boys chin, raising it upwards, and meeting his eyes.

''Ah...this one is far gone.'' – The man said and released him. –''This could be it. Listen to me, kid.''

The boy nodded

''I am looking for a new member to my little...squad. You...do you want to remain useless?''

He shook his head.

''Come with me then.'' – The man responded and began to exit the room, with the boy in his tow.

It was raining. The boy didn't like the rain, as it drowned out the other sounds around him and made him feel dull and drowsy. He looked at the electronic watch on his hand and awaited exactly 1am.

He moved out of the alleyway's shadow and onto the empty street, as only some of the Chinese street signs remained illuminated, dashing some of the light onto his small statue.

The longer he remained in the rain, the heavier his navy colored jacket and his black pants became, so he moved as fast as he could. Everything he had to do was instilled in his mind, as he gone over the plan many times that night.

He turned the corner and arrived at a rather run down factory. A few tens of meters before the main gate, that was guarded by two soldier-looking people, there was a small hole in the barb-wired gate. The boy raised his arm and a a small knife appeared in his hand.

He touched the side of the gate, just where a support pillar stood, and dragged the knife upwards. The small studs fell out easily...just as the instructions said.

The knife disappeared in thin air and he pushed the fence upwards, and slid trough the gap , immediately beginning to jog over to the side of the factory.

''Unfortunately the factory doesn't have windows on the first floor, so you'll have to get past the guards.''

He remembered the words that the mysterious man had said, as he turned the corner, towards the emergency exit of the 4 story building...and it was secured by two guards, holding rifles.

The boy slouched his back lowered his arms, as he moved towards them, letting them spot him.

They immediately raised their rifles, but then slightly lowered them, shouting at him in Chinese. They moved a bit closer, and so did the boy.

They hesitated, most likely because he was a kid.

A few more steps, as both of the people were a foot or two away.

They asked something in Chinese again, this time with more force to their voice.

Another step, as the boy touched the black ring on his index finger. He moved it a bit and then both of his arms flailed upwards.

Like the silence itself, the two men lost all of the control over their bodily functions, falling down with a thud, as their throats were cut in half. The boy spun the two knives in his hand around and made them disappear, as he grabbed the two men and pulled them a bit away from the clear field, hiding both of them behind a dumpster...it was lucky that they were relatively lightweight...if not, the boy wouldn't have been able to move them at all.

He stopped for a second, to catch his breath, and swiped the keys from one of the guards.

The emergency doors opened with a silent clicking sound and he moved up the poorly lit stairs.

The boy pulled out a mask from his coat. It was a pure black, blank mask with two circles for eyes. He clasped the two clips at the back of his head, took a deep breath and pulled up his hood.

He moved silently, dodging a few patrols that were walking around. It was easy...because that man had told him where, how and how many people would move around.

And thus, he easily reached the fourth floor.

At the end of the stairs, there were two guards, so he decided what to do on the spot.

The knives appeared in his hand..this time, the blade and the handle was balanced, and it was bare metal.

He turned the corner and flicked his wrists, before the guards could even begin to react.

The two knives were thrown into one of the guards heart, while the other went into the eyeball of the other man and stabbed his brain.

The boy leaped over the bodies and closed in on the doors.

''You are after a flash-drive...and a person. Your target is an influential man in this district...A corrupt man...but don't misunderstand. You are not doing it because of justice...we just obey the highest bidder.''

The man's words echoed in his mind, as he opened the doors, his hand already midair, with a knives in hand.

His target, the bald headed man in a suit, was talking on the phone. His eyes widened, as the boy flicked his wrist and the phone went flying out of his hand, being pinned on the wall by the knife.

His target leaped downwards, behind the desk. The sound of a drawer opening could be heard, and that sound was followed by the slide of a gun being pulled back.

With a flick of his wrist, the only light-bulb of the room was shattered by another throwing knife.

The man leaped upwards, aiming where the attacker had been a second ago, but he was gone.

Then pain attacked him, as he noticed a knife embedded in his elbow...and he noticed that he couldn't see from one of his eyes, as something warm was spilling down his face.

He brought up his free hand and touched his face, only feeling a knife in his eye socket.

He went into shock, unable to even scream.

From the rooms furthest corner, out of the shadow a blank-faced person chucked a few more knives, that ended up in his head, spine, throat and his other eye.

The boy quickly jogged over to his table, and pulled a flash-card from one of the drawers.

The boy took a one last glance at the bleeding man and jogged out of the room, backtracking his way in the office.

...It was easy.

The morning sun rose on the corner, as a sand colored jeep stopped by a particular street vendor. The streets were bustling and people were going on their way.

A brown-haired kid, who was kneeling by a building and messing around on his phone arose and went over to the jeep, stepping inside.

The doors closed with a quiet bang and he stared up the black haired man, who was smoking.

''Done?''

The boy nodded and took a flash drive out of pocket, handing it over to the man, who then handed it over to the women with the golden hair, who was still wearing the same, form fitting dress as a day ago.

''You pass. I am Four...and this...'' – The man raised his hand towards the women, who was holding a small laptop in her laptop. –''Is Thirteen.''

She raised her head and her olive-shaped, blue eyes pulled a bit closer, as she smirked and nodded.

Four spoke up. –''I understand that you have some...problems...''

The boy swallowed his spit and turned his head back to his small phone. He quickly pressed the screen a few dozen times and raised it towards the man. It was open on an e-mail with an empty subject window.

[Yes. There are very few exceptions that I can actually speak with my own voice.]

''...Selective mutism, then?''

The boy nodded.

''Alright. Tell me who you are.''

The boy looked puzzled.

He pressed the screen of his phone a few times and then raised it again.

[Issei Hyoudou. 14 years old. A murderer.]

Four laughed. –''You are interesting, kid...but you will need a new name, since you will be with us. Do you want to think of it yourself?''

Issei shrugged.

''Wasn't his mask blank?'' – Thirteen asked.

Four crossed his arms on his chest. –''How about...''Faceless'' then?

Issei nodded. He didn't care.

''What do you want to do now?''

It took a second for him to write the message on his phone.

[To be useful.]

Writer's notes/Crazy ramblings.

A new story. Welcome to my house. You can leave your hopes and dreams of a Gary Stue, handsome, overpowered, tall womanizer with a harem at the door. These things don't exist in my world. ''Broken Wings'' Issei had it bad, don't you think? Ara, but he has a lover, had a loving teacher, underlings...How about not having anyone at all? How about being alone? How about not having Ddraig? Can I make it even worse for a person who had it fucking terrible?

...I can. Who do you think I AM?

For now a lot of things are unclear, but don't fret. It is suppose to be like this. All will be unraveled with time. ''Broken Wings'' Issei got white hair from stress. This Issei became mute from stress. I understand people like overpowered Gary Stues who can take any girl from anyone, including Grayfia, Serafall, yadayada, but if you are anything like me...well, you find it simply boring. What is the accomplishment worth, if you never suffered a day in your for it?

Nothing.

...Then...dive head first into a story that is like Broken Wings, but is nothing like Broken Wings. Rias Gremory? Who is that? Who even cares? There are about 800 fics that have her as one of the main characters. Even I have her as a main character...but that gets old, doesn't it?

How about...Khaos Brigade? Cao Cao? Yeah...that sounds a lot better.

ps. Don't worry, Broken Wings will be updated as well...I just need time to think and cool off.