Author's Note: I will tweak this, but the idea for this story goes to EdwardElricAllenWalker. Thank you so much for helping my writer's block!
A sweaty hand pushed Allen into a large, high-ceilinged room. It was more of a barn than a room though. Allen slowed his pace to take things in when the same hand violently pushed him again.
"Keep movin' runt!" The burly owner of the hand snapped. Allen coughed, the man's breath reeked of smoke.
So this is my fate. Abandoned on the streets and sold into slavery. Anything could happen, or nothing could happen. It's not up to me. There isn't even a way out, Allen thought.
Allen miserably looked down at his shackles. He was shoved onto a platform in front of a pit of potential buyers. The white-haired boy scanned the crowd. Men in suits, respectable men, buying him. There were a couple of younger men too, not much older than Allen himself, who was about fifteen.
They look like they want to get this over with. I can't say I blame them.
Some were already being bought. The crowd diminished as slaves were led out by their masters.
That man with the top hat looks like he has a lot of money. Allen surveyed the remaining customers.That guy looks really mean. Oh, but that one-
Allen was interrupted by talking in his ear, then someone started to unbutton his shirt.
"Wait, hey!" Allen yelled in surprise. He felt eyes on him and saw a red-headed boy he hadn't noticed earlier. Allen blushed and started to button his shirt up again.
"Yes, he's a cute one!" The boy gave a hearty laugh.
"What?" Allen yelled in disgust. The boy threw his hands up.
"Chill out, 'kay? What's wrong with a little compliment?" He threw some money at the man next to him, grabbed Allen's hand, and dragged him out the door.