BDP: It's about that time folks! Yeah, I know it's been a minute since I've published, but now, ONCE AGAIN, I am starting with a fresh start. Readers that have been here for awhile may know my stories, Why My Cousin, Ty? and Living The Life from my old account, liyahgboy14, and Steppers Ball from my other old account, InuVintage. Well, hopefully, I can really be satisfied with my work on this account. Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting so long. Let's get right to the good stuff.
Spill Your Blood
Prologue
December 1992
The Christmas season was in full swing again in the streets of Irvington, New Jersey. Countless lights were hung up around the streetlights and snow had already conquered the pavement. The cold air blew mercilessly through the lifeless trees, causing the prevention of people to enjoy the millions of the precious white flakes gently falling onto each other. Raymond Patterson and his mother were an exception to the majority of people celebrating in their homes, shielded from the horrible blizzard. They were diligently shoveling their snow-filled driveway because the woman had to drive to work in an hour. She reluctantly had chosen to work on Christmas Eve because she had to have the money to pay her landlord the rent that was due soon. As a result, her ten year old son would be left alone again. He usually didn't mind when his mother had to work overtime, but this time was different. The next day would be Christmas and he would wake up with no one to wish a Merry Christmas to.
"Ma," whined Raymond, "I don't want you to leave tonight! Can't you go tomorrow night, after you take me Christmas shopping?" His young mother didn't know what to say to make him feel better because she only had the response that he didn't want to hear.
"No, baby. I gotta go tonight, and there won't be any Christmas shopping 'cause I'll still be at the diner." She bent down to his level and brushed his soft dreadlocks out of his face. "I'm sorry, baby." It was too late for apologies because tears were already streaming down his face, causing his mother to gain tears of her own.
"I wish I could stay, I really do," Tiffany Patterson embarrassingly let her tears fall in front her only son. She felt ashamed because she wanted to stay strong for him. "But I gotta go now…okay?" She kissed his forehead and walked to her car. She looked back once more. Raymond just stood there, staring at her in confusion, wondering why she was doing this to him on Christmas Eve.
"Go inside, Ray. I'll see you when you when I get back." With those last words, she backed out of the driveway and drove off. Raymond, who knew he could do nothing to change the situation, turned around and walked up the driveway toward the back door.
In the darkness of the backyard, he saw a large silhouette glide across the gate. He gasped loudly and grasped his chest, feeling his heartbeat raise three times its normal rate. He slowly turned back around and walked back to the street, hardly breathing. Irvington wasn't the safest town, but he never would have thought that danger would lurk in his own backyard. The tears started come down his brown skin again. He had no immediate access to a phone to dial 911, so he had no choice but to run.
He had only sprinted two feet before he felt hot metal crush his ribs. No longer able to run, he stumbled and fell hard into the freezing pavement. His cries of pain were horrific as he watched his own blood leave his body and soak into the snow surrounding him. The figure that he had seen minutes before now walked out into shine of the streetlight. He had sleek, lavender hair hanging over his dark sunglasses. He knelt down to the boy and cupped his hand under the boy's wound.
"Ah, just what I was looking for. It's a pity I had to spend such a long time searching in this filthy city." Boris brought his cupped hands up to his nose. The blood emitted the smell of a rose. "This is indeed Kallica blood." He let the watery substance leak between his fingers back onto the body of which it came. The boy had already fallen into unconsciousness from loss of blood. Boris threw the small body over his shoulder and carried him away.
BDP: How was that for a first chapter, well a prologue? Oh, and by the way, don't confuse Raymond Patterson with the blader, Rei (or Ray) Kon. They are two different people. Well anyway, I hope you guys look forward to the rest because I see this story getting interesting! Please review; it's my fuel to update faster. Thank you so much for reading, though. Alright, bye!