(Short One-shot! lol just thought I post it here and I hope you all like it.)
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Allen sighed, watching Oliver as he baked his deathly cupcakes. His red eyes glanced down at the chain that was shackled to his wrist. The day was not what the young colony expected when he woke up that morning. The day was usual, wake up at noon and eat a healthy vegan oriented breakfast. However he should've known that something was up when the crazed Englishmen made it for him. Now he was here in his current state. The boy looked up as Oliver mixed up some icing,"oh Al~" he grinned at the boy.
"Come on Oliver please...I don't wanna help with the icing please." He begged, scooting away.
The Empire pouted at he gave a small 'tsk' sound. Setting the bowl of icing aside he gently curled a finger under the boy's chin,"now Allen you know I hardly ask you of much right luv?" He waited for the colony to nod in response before he continued,"I only ask for this and you know it doesn't hurt long correct?" Again he waited for the nod of his young charge.
Grinning the Brit stepped back and clapped his hands together,"splendid then!" He piped,going to grab the bowl again.
Allen bit his lower lip, his eyes tracking the Brit's move. Oliver held out his hand and grinned,"good luv your such a good poppet~" his voice turned silky and purred with endless delight. The sound of it drove the poor boy mad sometimes, the sound caused his body to shiver and fill with the feeling of dread. Allen extended his arm out, laying it on Oliver's waiting palm. That part always freaked him out. The sight of blood. It was gross and nasty and not to mention the smell of it. However, lately the smell and sight of it had started to grow on the boy. Mulling the thoughts around he gave a sudden hiss as pain struck up his wrist. While the boy was in thoughts, the pinkish haired Brit cut his wrist, turned his wrist over and let gravity do its work.
"Damn it!" Allen muttered lowly, glaring at his wrist instead of up at his caretaker. The words didn't go unnoticed though, Oliver frowned at the phrase,"Allen Kirkland! Swear jar young man!" He wasn't having such language in this home, no sir!
Grumbling on about the unfairness of the whole situation he complied, forking over a few quarters. Taking the money and the icing, The older man nodded, seemingly satisfied. He bandaged up the wound and went back to the kitchen to stir the icing and its newest ingredient together. Allen laid his head on the table, thankful that the ordeal was done with. He glanced at the newest wound to his collection. Many old scars laced along his tanned skin. He sighed to himself then closed his eyes,trying not to get sick from the blood he had just lost.
"Oh the cupcakes are finished!" The sound of Oliver's squeal of excitement sent the boy reeling. Picking up his head for a moment he glared at the cupcakes, now adorned with bright red frosting. His blood frosting.