Prologue

The boy stumbled as he ran, sweat glistening off of his pale, horror-stricken face. His feet had managed to carry him to what seemed like the middle of the deserted-wasteland, and his eyes darted around the clearing, searching for a spot to hide. There were rows of boulders, and he ran toward one of them, quickly pressing his back to the gray stone.

The five-year-old peeked out from behind the rock, ignoring the sun's beating heat, as he glanced around the clearing, emerald eyes tinged with fear. Finally, he swept a hand into his bangs, and flicked his green bangs out of his eyes.

A voice soon broke into the heated air, obvious displeasure layered throughout the thick, and scratchy-voice.

"THOUGHT YOU'D GET AWAY? GET THE FUCK OUT HERE, YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER!" he tensed up visibly, pressing his small frame against the stone once more.

A tall, lumbering thirty-year-old man stomped his way into the clearing, glaring at every individual boulder.

The boy froze, his eyes darting around for any help, or person in sight. There was nothing. Anxiety weighed down his chest, and a flicker of panic flashed through his eyes.

Was there a way out of this? Arceus, he was doomed!

"YOU BETTER COME OUT!" the man's thick voice suddenly fell into a whisper, causing shudders to fly up his spine. "Otherwise, your whore-of-a-mother will die… tonight."

There was a terrifying silence, and the man threw his hands up, letting out a cry of frustration.

"… Want to play that way? Fine, you dirty little bastard, but I know you're here. There isn't anywhere else to hide, and I know that. You'll probably die tomorrow, and go to hell like you deserve," there was a pause, "With your mother."

Anger and despair pounding frantically in his head, his decision was made. Timidly, he made his way into the clearing, his feet dragging themselves through the sand, toward his pursuer.

"So you've given up."

Thu-Thump!

"Answer me, dammit!"

Thu-Thump! Thu-Thump!

"I SAID ANSWER ME!"

Thu-Thump! Thu-Thump! Thu-Thump! Thu-Thump!

"…Yes." His voice came out like a small quiver, betraying the fear that he had been trying to conceal.

Out of anger, the man delivered a quick blow to the boy's left eye, causing him to fall to the ground. He immediately clutched his throbbing eye, letting out little cries of pain. Snatching the boy by the hair and lifting him to his feet, he laughed darkly.

"You're really gonna get it for your behavior. You and your mother." And with that, he dragged the boy away, his face becoming paler as he did so.

He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't cry. But despite his thoughts, a single, bloody-tear slid out from his scathed eye, falling into the parched sand.

A/N- So how did I do? I hope I did well... I really don't like cussing in stories, but the guy is a psycopath... so don't blame me! :O

Review, and tell me what you think! Criticism is welcome! :) (No flames though)