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Imagine being isolated from the world. That your entire existence is wrapped around a small set of bars in a cage which are born every morning from the rising sun, gliding over the crest of the turquoise jewel sea, but all that time you are unable to see it. Image a place of such beauty that most mortals who populated the land could barely begin to scarce imagine it's reality among its own existence, and so over time had destroyed it with their cities and towns.

An impossible place, for which seemed to have become and impossibly mad world.

All the while from the black bars of a prison in your mind, you can barely see it any more. You see the beauty of what once had been but could not begin to enjoy it. Like your heart had abandoned joy, happiness, sorrow, anger. Like all of it had been erased and now all that was left was you sitting in a cage which was your eternal prison. Your body broken and battered, your sight lost leaving you with only one working one, while being branded by the other. Imagine your own voice having abandoned you and now the words which you had relied on for so long had just so left you.

Feeling like nothing more than a corrupted corpse and knowing that your silence is costing you everything. Costing you imprisonment in a open cell jail. But no. The real bars are the one that you create. The ones that surrounded you, invisible yet certainly there, holding you back.

That was what it was like for Kenny as he sat in bed. His hair fallen over his eye, hiding the blind shade which had corrupted it.

The others had tried to comfort him by telling him that it didn't look so bad. That the purple in it only now shined brighter. His very pupil seemed to have split and now looked as though it was pouring over his tainted Iris, it was strange how now the purple shined, like an ice crystal while the shades of black moved like it had a cracked fissure through it. Sometimes he just had thought of sewing his eye lid shut to hide the sight of it from him. He was sickened by his own image. By himself, by every breath which his weak heart took in. By every movement that his body made.

He whimpered in the dead of his mute throat, or at least, tried to imagine what the sound was like as none came when he clutched his neck with weak hands. His fingers tips were still red with blood from the scabs along his arms where he had cut himself. The running of the blood was the only thing that seemed to feel to him, to make it like he was alive. But of course just like as with every other time, Carlisle opened the door and with deeply sad eyes regarded him before walking over and cleaning the wound.

No one else came near him other than Carlisle.

"Kenny. It's been nearly three months now." He whispered as softly as possible. Reaching his pale hand out and moving a lock of the wildly over grown hair back over the boy's ear, but Kenny only gripped it harshly and ripped it back in front of his eye. His hair reaching so long now that it had fallen down to his shoulders. "Hurting yourself does you no good." Carlisle made always sure to make it sound like he wasn't scolding the boy but just trying to sound sympathetic.

After all, he had been the one in the last three months to watch the boy's mind spiral and crash. The man had a feeling that even if Kenny still had working vocal chords, that he wouldn't use them any more. Kenny had lost pretty much everything that could have remained important to his life. Their entire plan had backfired and now Kenny was far off worse than he had ever been.

Whenever he wasn't sleeping the boy was just either sat up or staring at his wrists which he'd claw at. Some days he had to be restrained and some days the boy would just let Carlisle get on with bandaging him up like he was currently allowing the doctor to do. But it also meant he would have to keep checking on Kenny. The boy would wait till the bleeding had stop and dried out to rip the bandages open and the wound with it.

Kenny just seemed beyond broken now and part of Carlisle had to admit sometimes that he was actually terrified for the poor boy. Because now he was unsure more than ever if Kenny would ever make a recovery.

"I'll be back in a short while." He said softly, turning on the nearby sound system and placing an audio book on for Kenny to listen to. "Please sleep well." He said gently, looking over the boy with deeply aged and sad eyes. Seeing no longer the boy that he had known all those months ago but only the broken shard remains of someone who had been to and hell and back.

But Kenny was still too lost in his own mind. Sometimes he didn't even feel like he was still at the Carlisle house, but instead find himself in the same nightmare over and over which would paint itself into his hallucinations.

A cottage of pure elegance which could only be blessed in it's beauty by Aphrodite and the genius of it's architecture by lady Athena. The large fields outside the home were a pure freshly toiled with long lines where the soil had recently been tilled, but even so, barely half of the field had been made ready for the crops which would soon come into abundance for the summer. The rain would be coming in the evening as always but as usual now that the cottage and the land was owned only by one young person.

It was so much so like his original home that sometimes he found himself waking up wanting to do nothing more than just scream out with sadness and nostalgic pain. This place, was tainted by memories which didn't even belong to it. He was ruined by those and any other memories which ran through his broken mind.

He could always tell the hallucination because in it he could stand. He wouldn't be on trembling bone like legs, while elsewhere he could only crawl and drag himself with no feeling left at all with his right leg and more being lost in his left.

His breathing was unstable, heavily labored and pained. The world around him, the intense creation of Kenny's emotions flooded inside of him as though they were his of his own creation. It was horrible, pained and agonizing. How could he actually stand living and feeling like this?

Crack

He had spent his entire life thinking that his father hated him because of something which was his fault! And Danny had seen the ice before it had cracked! He had seen Emily's signature in it! She had tried to kill her own brother! Her own baby brother! What kind of sick crazy bitch would do that! What siblings would let their youngest go out into a storm like this and not defend him!?

CRACK

He slowly shook his head. How had he become this. How had he-

SMASH

He turned his head back just in time to see a porcelain pale fist smash through the surface of the ice and grasp at the air, like in a horror film where you see the dead rising, getting their first feel of the living world once again.

The hand was deathly pale, as white as the snow itself.

SMASH

He wanted to, by god he wanted to tear his eyes away as another hand smashed through the surface and shards of ice from the center of the lake were sent like meteors into the nearby darkness, sending visible cracks and ripples through the actual dream itself from the sheer strength.

Kenny's blood ran ice cold and he found he couldn't move, but this wasn't out of the fact of the hallucination this time, no, this time it was pure fear. Fear that actually he felt. Real fear!

His body refused to move as he watched the hand clasp and smash into the ice getting a grasp, before a scream echoed out from the water and met the air.

The voice itself churned through the hallucination, blasting away the ice itself and the shadows till Kenny found himself fell flat against the floor of the visioned meadow, under a churning sky of purple and black.

Kenny emotions and inner complete turmoils of this new fear, taking up the sky above him as a real vision of what he was feeling. A maze of his mind and he himself now only on a floating island of it among the rest of everything which made up this mad hallucination. It was like staring across an ever grown void of purple and stars, various islands living in the gap of darkness like floating mountains which were various aspects of memories, personality, even the mind itself of him. Everything inside of his head.

And Kenny was trapped inside the one hallucination that he should never have had. The one thing that he should never have remembered.

Which brought him to question something as he looked over his shoulder and stare back at the cracked lake as the head burst through the surface of the water and let out an almighty gasp.

The question was... If this was Kenny's mind... then why was this part caged off from the rest of it.

The figure from the lake took long drawn out panting breaths before from beneath their silver hair of what looked like living pure moonlight, two eyes of blistering cold ice and crimson glared out beautifully and churned into two black pits which bore through Kenny's soul.

More importantly for a question... who the fuck was this and why were they in Kenny's mind-

The figure's light rouge lips smirked and revealed a crystal line of perfect pearly teeth, as they hauled their porcelain pale and bare body out from the water and stood on trembling legs, taking slow steps towards Kenny, crushing the ice of the lake beneath their feet and making Kenny back away till he hit the edge of the island and the tightly woven black cage which was formed over this singular floating island.

The figure was lean, beautiful beyond all compare... in fact. They actually sort of looked like-

"This is what I get to greet me?" The figure purred in a voice so beautiful it must have been dripped in honey and wrapped in velvet. Those black eyes churned with sparkling diamond light as they swept their fringe of soaked silver hair out their eyes and up into spikes. Resting one hand on their hip and with a smirk which could have enslaved kings and murdered with it's dark purpose.

Kenny decided if death could look beautiful. It would be this boy.

"Come near me and I will kill you." Kenny snarled, but the boy in front of him only burst out into a brilliantly lustful but terrifyingly cold laughter. Their diamond eyes gleamed like a frozen sun, while they rested one hand on their hip, showing off their naked body without shame, making Kenny blush wildly, while they looked at their blood stained palms, shaking loose the spikes of ice from their fingers.

Also helping Kenny to finally notice for the first time, their was a jingling noise as he hadn't noticed before, since he had been distracted by the strongly, lean, beautiful figure, that they were wearing shackles made of pure ice which led back to the water, and which seemed to be pulling aggressively but the boy wasn't moving.

Kenny's cheeks exploded into bright pink as he tried to look anywhere but the bare boy. "That's cute. Now shut up." The boy purred and Kenny's mouth sealed it self shut, intent on following the order of the boy, to serve him however he could-

Hang on. What?

"Much better." The boy grinned, looking down at his bound ankles and then his wrists, staring as blood poured out of the centre of his pals where to the large ice hooks were buried deep into the skin and around the bones, similarly how they were pierced deeply into his ankles.

"I haven't got long I guess. But I shall not need much of it." That dark smirk exploded back across his face. "Kenny?" He purred, as though he was tasting the name on his mouth, enjoying saying it for the first time but his eyes whispered with their dark insanity that it was incredibly familiar to him. "Ah, yes. I guess it's time for introductions, I guess. Though it is weird to introduce someone when you already know them. But, standards, mannerisms and all that."

Kenny's eyes widened when the boy yanked on the chains and the water itself seemed to scream, filling the air with pain like the boy had just stabbed someone with a knife. But the wind itself, it took a moment for Kenny to realize that had been a scream... and it had actually sounded like-

"Leo!" Kenny frantically looked around, staring through the net of black cage bars which now had him trapped on this frozen island of a broken ice and a shackled boy.

"Kenneth, really?" The boy purred with those sparkling eyes, drawing Kenny's attention. "Paying me so little attention, when you was already fooled and brought to my little prison by a trick of your own madness. Winding up in the one place you shouldn't have. Becoming something you never should have."

"Who the hell are you?"

A deep spark of something gleamed in those eyes as the boy smirked again, pulling on the spikes of the cuffs till they drove sharply into his wrists, making blood pour down onto the ground. He didn't say anything until Kenny gritted his teeth and barked in a horrified shout as the boy crouched. "Fine! I'm Kenny! Who are you?"

"My name is Kenny James." The boy grinned with a wide pearly smile. "And I'm your future."

The vision ripped apart like a haystack inside a tornado, till Kenny was left sat up in bed screaming and holding his head in absolute pain and horror. His body trembled violently.

"Easy Kenny." A soothing voice whispers.

The boy is still seething in pain from his weak heart trying to catch up with what little oxygen he could manage in his panic. His mind fracturing and falling apart like shards from a mirror after being punched.

Carlisle crouched next to the boy. His pale and cold hands stroking across Kenny's forehead as the boy choked on an invisible sob which would come out, any more than his voice would. The boy's tears glittered splashing down against the crimson bandages and Carlisle just couldn't do anything for a minute but just stare, looking at the boy and how destroyed he was. "Kenny, it's okay. I'm here. I'm always going to be here as long as you need me. Esme too. We're here for you." The blond man said a little sadly, putting on a pained smile as he watched the tears drop freely from Kenny's different eyes.

It made Carlisle wonder whether letting the boy live was actually now even worth it. They had done something they had never tried before. Letting the venom take partial way of it's course before sucking it back out again and clearing the blood. Who knows what effects could have been taking place? Was this part of the cost of doing what they did?

Carlisle just wrapped his arms around Kenny and gently rocked the boy back and forth, shushing him softly and humming a gentle tune, which had been sun to him so very long ago.

He had watched the boy for as long as he had been in the area. He had watched Kenny slowly grow and develop. He had watched the painful process on the occasions where the boy would call him. Correction. The lucky occasions would be more accurate. How many occasions were there when Kenny hadn't called him? By god, when Carlisle had recently finally got to see the extent of the damage over the boy's body; scars, damaged bones which had never recovered, anal tearing, and so much more which Carlisle had found himself growing horrified, thinking about over and over.

Even now as Kenny was trembling in his arms so violently that Carlisle couldn't think of anything other than the boy being in pure fear.

But he couldn't see what was going on under the surface.

Yet as Kenny was being there, rocked gently by Carlisle he found he couldn't scream out. His eye flickering over to the corner of the room where the pale and cold bare reflection of himself stood, grinning from ear to ear while blood dripped out either side of it's mouth in a sick smile. It's hands slowly stroking up through it's viciously cold silver blond hair as it's crimson drowned eyes flared out from behind ice cold eye contact lenses. Remember Kenneth. It purred. I'm always going to be here with you. We're bonded now for life, but one day, you will be me.

Kenny's eyes widened in horror, even as Carlisle's arms closed around him securely.

And you will. Love it. The boy purred, vanishing like a dissipation of mist with a cackle which was enough to bring fresh tears to Kenny's head as he rested it against the solid stone of Carlisle's chest and sobbed his eyes out.