He pulled on his sky blue jacket, careful not to tuck away his snow white hair. Slowly but surely he turned the doorknob and slipped out the door into the chilly night air. Careful not to make a sound he pulled the door shut behind him. Hastily he crept down the cement steps in front of his house and into the cool, dewed lawn. His sneakers creaking softly he made his way to the sidewalk. He looked back at the house in disgust.
"You think you own me", He huffed under his breath and began to stride down the dimly lit street. "I'll show you. I'll show you all!"
On the inside his brain was screaming. "Ryou this isn't a good idea go home", and "Everybody will be worried sick". But at that very moment he really didn't give a damn.
Blocking away all thoughts completely he crossed at a stoplight and onto a familiar road. He kicked a rock with his foot remembering fond memories of his friends. Especially the one he was now "Forbidden" to see.
The boy quickened his pace at the same white house he had gone to for years. The boy who lived there, his best friend was probably sound asleep this late. He sighed not wanting to disturb the other boys slumber and continued on his lonely road.
Wondering deeper into the city he began to descend into a sketchy part of town. Spray paint lined the walls and gang sighns everywhere. He didn't know his way around this part of town but anything was better than home, or at least he thought. A cold breeze rolled over him and he clung tightly to his jacket. "Please don't let me freeze to death", He whispered and drug on.
Street lights shone over him like beacons as he walked. He could feel the adrenaline kicking in as he wondered lost into an alley. "This is like the movies", He said under his breath. "This is the part where I would die".
Following the twisted rocky paths of the alley for an hour to find no familiar ground, Ryou sat slumped on the sidewalk. "It's cold and I'm tired", He said feeling a warm tear roll down his cheek. "And now even if I wanted to go back I can't, I don't know where I am! I'm such an idiot!"
His spirit broken, Ryou laid in fetal position on the sidewalk and shivering stared up at the sky. Not a cloud in sight, a crystal clear night that made the stars gleam like diamonds. He began connecting the little and big dipper and he felt warmth he once loved. All those summers in the backyard just him and him. He remembered them slowly tracing the constellations together. He sighed also not forgetting now the reason he left.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his side. He cried out and found blood oozing at his hip. "Broken glass", He mumbled and stood up. The wound stung like a thousand needles but he fought through it to continue walking.
After about two blocks he looked back to see he was leaving a trail. Sighing he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. A dark figure was shifting a couple feet away.
Ryou marked it off as a tired imagination and continued on. But then he saw it again, and it was inching closer. He sped his pace hoping to god this was just a horrible dream. Yet his worst fears were coming to life as the figure got closer he noticed it was taller and probably stronger.
He broke into a run, ignoring his screaming side but he heard the looming footsteps behind him. "This isn't happening", he repeated over and over again.
Just then the pain hit. He froze in place as he felt his side explode in wraith. He clutched the wound completely forgetting his situation. Only for an instant as he felt cold steel against his head. Ryou's mind was screaming. Oh my god oh my god It's a gun! He has a gun! I have to get away!
Before he could even move he felt an arm wrap around his throat and he was hauled to his feet. He still felt the gun to his skull and he wanted to scream and cry. But even he knew if he did the trigger would be pulled and his life would be over.
"What is your name", a gruff voice demanded that made Ryou nearly jump.
"Ryou", He answered weakly.
"How old are you", the voice barked.
"16", He said heartbeat almost drowning him out.
"Perfect", it replied and the hoisted Ryou over his shoulder, as if he were a feather.
"Where are you taking me", Ryou said dryly.
"A better place", the voice said with a laugh and Ryou was tossed into the back of a van. To his alarm it was metal lined and wooden flooring. He caught a glimpse of another person in the front seat and was even more horrified. "I want to go home", He sobbed. He once again curled into fetal position and cried into his knees as the van began to move. "I don't want to die!"
"Hush", a different voice came and he froze.
"W-why me?" Ryou sobbed pathetically.
"Because you're perfect", the voice from earlier chimed. Ryou gave a hard shiver. Perfect? For what exactly?
The van hit a sharp turn and Ryou slid head first into the metal lining. He felt a tinge of pain then blacked out completely.
Through the darkness, he began to see the images. Events long passed that now led to his demise flashed in his dazed mind. The living room, his parents, reliving it again was just as painful as when happened. Just like throwing salt in old wounds, it always hurts.
Alright guys that's chapter one, I'm trying something new. Please review if you liked it and even if you didn't it's nice to know what you think. :D