Bound: Because in an alternate reality, a boy would go insane after seeing his clan slaughtered.

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Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush. Here we go round the mulberry bush...

What the heck is a mulberry bush anyways?

He didn't know. Should he know?

Why hadn't his mother felt the necessity to tell him this?

Because at the moment, staring at the ever white walls of his prison it seemed pretty damn important. Or maybe he was just going insane. Or maybe he already was. He couldn't remember. Why exactly was he here again?

There had been blood everywhere. It was actually very pretty; staining the walls a shade of red that other substances could never quite imitate. He tried to think back.

Bodies Perhaps?

But what was a body other than a container for blood... but that was digressing.

Yes, there had been bodies. Whose bodies though?

He would have slapped his head in frustration if it wasn't for the fact that both his arms were strapped across his chest.

Oh how the mighty had fallen. Had he been mighty?

Surely compared to the other boys his age the answer was a glaringly obvious 'yes!' Though maybe not when compared to his brother. Oh yes, his brother...the bodies!

And so his thoughts came to a full circle. Or maybe a half circle.

His brother had been the cause of the blood, the bodies. So, his brother was why he was here?

He looked around the white room for someone to answer his question but he was alone. He fell back against the floor to stare at the ceiling, which had bumps.

One, two, three, how many bumps were there?

How many bodies had there been? Well, there had been Mother and Father and everybody else. How many people was he related to?

And more importantly how come he still had his blood? Was is not as pretty?

If his arms were free he would have cut himself to check.

Why was he here?

He needed to find his brother. Surely his brother would know if he could make such a pretty color flow from his body. But oh, a thought came to him, perhaps he should be mad. Brother had killed everyone and left him all on his own.

Yes, it was lonely in his room of white. And boring. It would be much better if the walls were red like back home. Like a mulberry.

Were mulberry's red?

He didn't know. He would have to ask brother when he found him.

"Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush. Here we go round the mulberry bush..."

What was a mulberry bush anyways?