~oOo Prologue oOo~

Soft feet hit cobblestone as they ran through the dark alleyway and thin shoes did little to protect the man's feet from the biting cold of the stones as he hurried along in the night. In front of him was a man with white hair and a strong back leading him further into the dark city. A squeeze from their conjoined hands reassured him slightly as they continued to run deeper into this maze that they called a city. Breath came out harshly from the chests of the two men, but they were both smiling widely.

Deeper and deeper they ran into the city, running from the shouts of men and the sounds of horses clopping through the stone streets. The two men continued to run, sometimes getting further away from the sounds of the people who were chasing them, and sometimes their pursuers came very close to catching up before the pair ducked into an ever darker alleyway.

"C-Can we slow down for a minute please? I-I can't breathe," a blonde man whispered. The pair had been running for quite a while, both men were drenched in sweat even though there was a chill breeze in the summer air. He was considered a very beautiful man, even rivalling the most beautiful of women. His flush cheeks complimented wide violet eyes in a small heart shaped face. Quite a catch for a man and he was sought after by both genders and lovers of beauty. Soon the two men slowed down to a walking pace, their chests still heaving with sharp breaths.

"Ah! Sorry. I guess I got too into running away to really think," the other man whispered back. Crimson eyes met amethyst and smiles blossomed on the men's faces. The both listened to the silence that fell in the night with quiet rapture. "I think we lost them. How awesome is that?" The white haired man grinned at his companion, gleeful at their escape.

The blond man was about to respond but footstep alerted them of another's presence. Calm steps echoed through the small alley, even steps like the one of a hunter cornering his prey. The two men shot up and began running again. Though luck was not on their side, they turned into a dead end. Boxes and debris littered the narrow passage way. There was no way out, nothing to climb and no where safe. The white haired man turned, perhaps if they ran fast enough they could make it out and still run. A figure standing in entry told them otherwise.

Moonlight shone off the blond head of the figure, illuminating half his face and the pistol held in his right hand. A heavy British accent rang out into the night. "You stupid little lad. You just had to try and run away. Now look what you're going to have to make me do. This really is your fault." The man raised his weapon, aiming briefly before firing it. A shot rang out, the loudest thing the blond man had ever heard in his life. Blood blossomed on white cloth and a man slumped against the cold wall.

A single scream echoed through the night. Full of desperation and fear.


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