Chapter 2 you guys! Thank you for the nice review:D ((You know who you are!)) It actually helped me with the future parts of the story! Welp, I hope you enjoy! Oh. This chapter is rated M for intense gore, but I'm not changing the overall rating since I don't plan on this story to be only blood and guts!

"Wh-What do you mean by that? There is no man in my hand! It's just me! It's always been just me." The silvette's eyes grew watery. His body began shaking with fear. Was this guy going to hurt him? What did he want from the small boy? Why was in he in the child's head in the first place?

"There is no need to be worried, my child. I am your friend. My name is Neah Walker."

Allen's eyes lit up. "Walker…? But that's…"

"Mana's last name? Yes. He is my older brother."

Allen's heart began beating at a faster pace. Mana never said anything about a brother. Actually, Mana never said anything about his life before he met Allen. Whenever he would ask, the clown's eyes glazed over a bit. Then he would look the boy straight in the eye and say "Past? I have no past. I live for the future."

"Close your eyes."

"Wha-what? No! You're just my mind playing tricks because I'm lonely." The child stood up, and spit on the ground. "Leave me alone!"

"Close your eyes, Allen. I want to show you something."

Skepticism arose in Allen's mind. "What?"

"Just close your eyes."

"God damn it, you're so annoying! Fine."

The stripling closed his eyes, only to find an entire world hiding behind them. Luscious green hills surrounded him on every angle, small flowers protruding from the fields. A warm summer's wind blew hot kisses on Allen's neck, and tussled his white hair. His eyes widened. "Wow…it's…beautiful!" Just as the words left his lips, the scenery began to change. Blood started to rain from the sky. The familiar scent of death was fresh in the air. Grass turned too cobblestone, and cobblestone morphed into buildings unfit for life. A man appeared from the shadows. Messy black hair surrounded the guy's face, his skin an ashy grey, heavily marred with scars of war. However, the most noticeable feature of him was his stunning yellow eyes. They had the cunning of a conman, but enough sadness for a lifetime embedded in them. This man was Neah Walker. "Hello Allen." An insincere smile slipped across Neah's face. "Are you wondering where we are?" The child simply nodded. He was at a loss for words. His mind was too busy processing the fact he was surrounded by unseen corpses. "This is the scene of your parent's murder." At this the boy fell to the ground. "No..what are you talking about? My parents threw me away right after I was born! They weren't murdered!" The young silvette looked down, in an act to reassure himself. But what he saw was more horrible than he could bare. To the left of him laid a young woman. Her long, raven black hair hid most of her body. Or what was left of it at least. Her grisly remains were split in three. The young woman's head was severed from the body, her lifeless blue eyes plucked from their sockets. Her chest and arms had deep cuts going across the entire length of them. Her legs seemed to be gnawed off, only leaving two meaty stubs at the bottom of her pelvis. Strangely enough, she was wearing a bright grin. "Mommy….?" Next to her laid a man, maybe a year or so older than the woman. He had curly, chocolate colored hair, and the same piercing grey eyes as Allen. At first glance nothing seemed to be wrong with him. After a few seconds though, the dark red spot staining his shirt could be seen. Further investigation revealed it was a hole, right where the man's heart had been. It was as if someone ripped out the beating heart from the man. He too, was wearing the same eerie grin as the woman, his wife. "Daddy….?" In between both of them was a baby boy. His face was covered in his parent's blood. The child was screaming. "Is that…." Terror struck Allen's heart. "Is that me? I don't understand. Wh-Why are they with me? The child in this memory is me….but they got rid of me when I was much younger than this. Is this some kind of sick joke?" Neah frowned. "This is no joke. Your parents loved you very much. They were murdered protecting you." Disgust creeped to the edge of the man's eyes. Allen's cracked. "Protect me from…who? Who the hell could ever do something as horrible as this?" The scent of rotting flesh was too much for the boy at this point. He puked. "Tell me who did this!"

"Are you sure you want too know?"
"Who the hell was the one responsible for orphaning me? Who was responsible for the years I spent alone on the streets? I was raped, beaten, and tortured. All because I was a homeless kid with this damned paralyzed arm. WHO CAUSED ME TO LIVE IN HELL FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE?"

Neah grabbed the boy's hand. Pity and sympathy, along with many other emotions were swirling in his face.

"It was my brother."

"No. NO! He would neve-" Neah cut in.

"Mana is the one responsible for your parent's death."

Ooooo! Cliffhanger you guys! Tune in for the next chapter! And sorry it was so short again, I didn't want to condense too much info in one chapter!