My fingers fumbled with the clasp on the door. Turning it with shaking hands until there was a soft click of it turning a revolution. The spit in my mouth became thick and swallowing, I heaved the door open with both hands. The wind from the other side rushed in and pushed against my face. The pressure between the surface and underground balancing between.

I rose from the darkness of the staircase only to see busy lights and the loud rumbling of noise. The city was alive from around him, busting from the cornered off area that contained me. Blinking my eyes, I shadowed them to take a good look around, taking in the site in front of me.

Bodies were strewn about the ground, their limbs tangled and bent in odd directions. 'Those people came in through here.' The thought of that labyrinth of obscurity made me shiver in fear. "Whatever was or is down there..." Another gust of wind jittered my body with the cold.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I looked at the bodies again. I moved towards each one of them, taking a pair of black pants, a shirt from a younger looking corpse, shoes, and a belt. I didn't look at their faces, I didn't want to see their dull and dead eyes staring back at me. Slipping the clothes onto my body, I rolled up the sleeves of my new oversize shirt and buckled my belt.

I went back to the trap door. Peering into the abyss inside that devoured every single ray of light that captured into it. My hands lifted the rough and heavy wood, slamming it shut with a loud thud. "Phew..." A loud sigh of relief came out of my mouth and I could feel the weight of fear lifted off my shoulders. "I just need to find a way out now..."

I moved out of the dark alleyway, between a chapel and a bank. The chapel seemed to have loomed over the city with an ominous feeling of darkness that shrouded at the top. My feet carried me out the alley, weaving in and out of the lines and groups of people that littered all over the street, going about their own business and not giving me a second look. I needed to find another way out of this containment, to go and see the light. My eyes moved and I kept on looking around the dark city and busy street around me to see if anybody was following me.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that everyone was watching me even though I knew that nobody was. The people were bursting with life. Those who struggled for it were on the sides either begging, hooking, or stealing. A child bumped into me, his green eyes boring into mine as he gave me a glance and bowed his head. "Sorry." He said before grabbing at my pocket and running.

My body swiveled around and my eyes followed him while he ran with a small bag in his hands. I watched him with my mouth forming a small 'o'.

"I found you..."

The air slivered its way into my mouth and stuffed themselves into my lungs. I heavy hand pressed onto my shoulder, gripping it. It felt like it was going to break my shoulder will a single pull. "No...!" Turning my head, I moved my torso and looked at the man in front of me.

Sir Flause was there.

"Why did you wander off son?" His smile looked innocent but there was that cruel undertone that lingered. The people who were staring stopped then carried on as their suspicions got satisfied. I could tell that he was leaning on one of his legs more than the other. The blood seeping through the side of his shirt but it got covered by the black coat he wore.

"H-How..." I faltered back from him and he took a step forward towards me. I could smell the blood on him. What happened to the lady with glasses? Did he kill her?

"I managed to lose your friend, but I won't lose something as valuable as yourself." It was like a bug caught in a web, struggling to get out. While it watched its predator come at it with a certainty of its death. "Come on." He gave me a shove, pushing me back where I came from.

"Ah!" My legs gave out and sent me tumbling down onto the ground of an alley. Flause growled as his complexion of innocence changed a full 180 degrees. Changing back to the dog-like style that he had before. 'The knife...' A call came within my head and I pulled out the knife that was long forgotten out of my baggy trousers. With uncertain hands, I closed my hands around the handle. My fingers wrapping around the stomach of it while I pointed it at him with a tremoring blade.

He pulled away before he could swing his fist at me. Narrowing those shit-brown eyes at me before laughing. I lowered the blade, watching his mirthful expression. "You idiot...!" He continued, rubbing his eye before swinging at me. The force knocked me off my feet and made me drop the small glimmer of hope.

Flause slid the knife away and lowered himself to my level on the ground, kneeling down and punching my face over and over. His fingers slid themselves onto my shoulders and grabbed me. Slamming my back against the ground. I screamed the wings that were concealed underneath the loose shirt cracked loudly.

He tossed me to the side, watching my body roll on the ground. Like a cat, he analyzed me writhe in pain while he toyed with me. A chortled cry came out and I was crying now, the pain surging through my sensitive body. I face the wall and looked at the knife that I abandoned earlier. His staggering footsteps came close. I gripped the knife once again and twith certainty.

Flause set his foot onto my side, pressing it down and applying more and more pressure until he slammed it down. "Ah!" I screamed with all my power, swinging the knife and sinking the blade into his ankle before pulling it out.

His screams echoed in agony while he fell back on the dirty ground. "You bastard!" He shouted. I moved on top of him, blinded with only the thought of surviving while I bled from my head. The blood had dribbled down the side of my face, covering one of my eyes while I focused on him with my other eye.

I stared into his alarmed eyes, raising the knife and bringing it down in a swift movement. Doing this over and over, I then sliced down. Stabbing into his chest again and bringing the blade down inside of his body- opening up his chest cavity. With each slice and tear, the sounds of his flesh squelched with blood and squished in my hands. The red, warm, liquid splattered onto the walls. Squirting onto me, and leaked down onto the ground and staining it. Can't say that I didn't enjoy it, though, hearing his screams. It felt like a well-deserved vengeance. The thought of his warm blood on my skin filled the emptiness that was inside of me for such a long time.

I finished eviscerating his body. The contents were strewn around like a horrible nightmare. I made sure that nobody could recognize him, he didn't deserve even that. "Jesus..." A blond haired man looked at me from the mouth of the alley, somebody that is a head shorter standing at his side. The shadows covered the top half of their bodies but anybody would be shocked by the scene that they were seeing.

"Farlan, are you sure this is the man?" The shorter one asked, a hand on his hip and his other arm concealed as he took a sideways stance. The blond nodded, looking to the side at his accomplice. "Then stay behind me."

Drip-drop... Drip.

My body was rigid but heart at ease. The knife in my hand was warm while the blood plopped onto my pants. I moved my legs to unstraddle Flause's body and stood, pointing the knife at the two of them. The replenishment that replaced the emptiness in my stomach soon left. It filled itself with fear and anxiety. It wasn't because I got caught killing somebody, but the look in his eyes made my body scream to run.

"Go away..." The grey-eyed man's hardened eyes engraved themselves into my mind. As if they could tear me apart in an instant. "Please..." Backing away, my back hit the cold wall behind me while looking at him carefully. Short, that was the main thing that could be described about him and he had an undercut and toned body. He cornered me against the wall while the blond looked at the carnage in awe.

"We need to find the ring Levi, that is the only proof that could remain." Farlan plucked a knife out of his jacket and pushed the meat around, looking for what I would be guessing is the ring. The shorter man glanced back at Farlan for a moment. Before humming in response and pushing me back down with his eyes before I could even think of leaving. "Jesus fucking Christ, man..."

"Disgusting." Levi murmured under his breath, his hand brandishing a blade of his own in his hand. "You had to make a fucking mess, didn't you? At least you took care of half of the job for us." The metal object was pointed at me and this time I couldn't run. I was trapped all over again. I was caged like an animal in my own mind.

"Don't! Stop!" My sore throat croaked and the words came out light as air. He knelt at my level and shoved me back against the wall. "Please don't hurt me," I whispered to him, my breaths ragged and eyes looking back into his.

"Who is this man and what is he to you?" He had a curious undertone to his voice, but other than that it was mundane and deep. I blinked to figure out what he said, processing it. "Well?" Levi hit me against the wall.

I cried out, wincing as my wings were being crushed. "Sir Flause. I am nothing but property to him." Levi clicked his tongue and pulled away from me.

"Ha! Found it!" Farlan picked up a bright silver ring with gems covering it all around. It glimmered in the darkness of the alley. Under his shoes, the flesh squelched and blood splashed when he stepped in it. His leather shoes, covered in blood, and so were his hands. My body slowly slid itself down and I sat there. I couldn't move, nothing would move.

"Come on Farlan, we need to get this to our contractor for the rest of the payment." Levi turned around and put his knife away, stopping when he reached Farlan. "He won't hurt us."

"But what about him? He looks your age and how do you know that he is..."

"The last thing we need is another mutt to take in, besides, the fire in his eyes are gone." I watched as Farlan twiddled with the ring in his fingers, walking ahead of Levi and out the alley. Levi kept a slow pace and at the end of the alley, he turned back and looked at me. His eyes were soft, not the cold and hard ones that I saw earlier. It was like he was looking for something, not me, but at somebody or something in my place.

"Come on, Levi!"

"Coming..."