It was so quiet as he crumpled paper and set up logs against each other. Every cricket could hear the sound of gasoline being slowly trickled upon the teepee of wood, and every owl turned their head at the only sound audible, to watch as a man with hair as black as a ravens feathers take a lighter from his pocket and glide his thumb over the igniter to see a flame emerge from what was once just the smell of gas. The man looked curiously at the red and orange flames. They resembled exotic dancers. They twisted and twirled around each other in a passionate argument of rage. His black eyes mirrored the flames and his eyes were glossed over with remorse, he then slowly let himself lose grasp of the lighter. Letting it roll down his hand, the flames blew upward but did not go out, the dancing light lit a burning sea that illuminated everything around him, from the green emerald leaves, to the untouched river that flowed by. He heard rustling from the sleeping, shifting animals and all was peaceful around him. He closed his eyes and felt total and utter harmony within himself and throughout the whole world. All the animals could have sworn they saw him smile.
"I've got you now. Haven't I?" A voice whispered into his ear. His eyes shot open in panic and he twisted his head to the side. The pale man with snake eyes licked his lips in habit and held a sharp knife to the raven-boy's neck.
"You tried to run away, are you tired of me already?" He said jokingly.
"Tsh."
" Don't turn your head too far, you may cut yourself." The man licked the boys white skin and he shuddered.
" Don't touch me."
" Now, now."
" I hate you." He growled bitterly. The snake man frowned.
" Well that hurt's my feelings." The man took the knife from the boy's neck and whirled him around to face him. His eyes traced over the boy's face and chest. He grabbed him by his shoulder and kissed him, crushing their faces together. The younger boy struggled and pushed away.
" Don't touch me." The boy threatened. The whole forest seemed to move at the boy's anger, the man's eyes lowered into a glare.
" So you do love the boy." He said talking lowly. " You whore." He raised his hand and slapped the boy. " You backstabber. You traitor." He walked towards the boy as the boy stepped backwards. " You double-crossing-"
" I never loved you!" The man stopped in his tracks and suddenly his heart ached. He paused.
" Do what you please." He said dryly. He turned away and started to walk. His tears fell from his face but he didn't say a word. But behind him, the boy was also crying silently, wishing to whatever was up there, up in the sky, to save him, to make his heart stop aching.