(A/N:So I really want to make a story with an OC and Alois Trancy, because I'm fascinated by the whorish blonde (XD), and I'm hoping this story gets a better rep than my previous Kuroshitsuji fanfic... Also,I originally had a female OC who I hated so much, but she now sort of reminds me of a [paranormal version] of Alois.
Anyways, I sincerely hope you guys enjoy the story! ^_^)
Scarlet liquid drips from his tearing flesh as he lays on the concrete. His eyes are closed as he proceeds to pray that someone will come and rescue him,that maybe somebody can hear his cries for help. Instead,he's left there to pray and bleed on the cold, hard ground. The boy does not scream or sob, just lays there in silence, once he realizes that no one can hear him.
Either that, or they don't care.
It stops meaning a damn thing to him, especially after all that he's been through.
Since the day of the young male's existence, not one living soul has bothered to care about how he goes on about his life. What matters to the boy has always meant little to nothing, in the eyes of a human.
Except for him.
That boy with the unstable soul...
He's always been able to think like Elijah–even understand him. They're like two halves of a broken being, and that's why they've been so close.
The red headed child opens his lemon-lime eyes as he stares up at the sunset sky, thinking to himself how it reminds him of the bloodshed on April twenty-seventh.
(Tune in next time! :D)