Chapter Two

The sun was out. It was an unordinary day. There were birds singing to their hearts content and people laughing and joking about to themselves and having a good time. Then, by following a long path through a thick cluster of tree's you would find a gloomy house and in this house was Dilandau.

His hands were healing nicely. He looked up at his ceiling and sighed. Then he got off his bed and walked over to the window. The sun instantly shone in his eyes and he shut them quickly. It had been too long. A very long time since he had last been outside and noted the suns beauty. He pulled the curtains shut again and turned and walked to the door.

"Dilandau. Why do you persist to torture me? I want to be free and you don't want to be here." Celena's annoying voice rung through Dilandau's head. He rattled his head, as though he was trying to get something out of his hair.

"Leave me alone you bitch. I don't want to go away. I'm happy here. You wouldn't like it here." He cried. He walked to the end of the hallway. There was a huge painting on the wall. He had never acknowledged it before. He looked at it carefully. The face looked familiar. But why? It must have been in this house before he arrived so he would never have known who the person was.

"Allen." Celena said. Dilandau's eyes widened. Allen? But why was it Allen?

He took a knife from his pocket and raised it to Allen's throat.

"You bastard, I hate you, you made my life hell and now you'll die." He started to cut away and the paper. The ripping made Dilandau smile. He continued to cut away until the paper fell to the floor.

"Look what you've done! Why did you do that?"

"He had to die. No I can be free. Free to do whatever I want!"

"No. That wasn't Allen. Allen is still alive, so is Van and that cat girl. They are all alive. The only one not alive is Folken and it serves him right." Dilandau lowered his head.

"No." He said and he stabbed the knife in to the picture frame. He's alive. He's still alive. He may have thought he changed but he was one of us the whole time. He wanted them all dead. He's still alive. I know he is. He's alive. I just know it!" A tear trickled down his cheek and then slid down the though skin that formed his scar on his cheek. He shut his eyes.

"You know that's not true."

"No it's true it's all true. Van died and Allen was murdered and I live happily ever after without you!" He screamed.

He fell to his knees and started to cry.

"I'm only a boy. Why do you do this?" He cried. "I didn't deserve this. Folken loved me. I know he did. Why do you continue to hurt me so much? I'm a good boy. I'd never hurt anyone. Just leave me alone and I'll go back to my room and I'll stay in there."

"I'm never going to leave you. Don't you see? I can't leave you, I am part of you."

"I could cut you out." Dilandau said. He stood up and pulled the knife out of the frame. "I could just cut you out right now and you'd be gone for ever and ever." He looked at the blade of the knife. It wasn't as shiny as it could have been. He breathed air on to the blade and then wiped it off with his shirt. The shirt slit right away but the knife was now shiny again.

"What are you going to do now Dilly?"

"Don't call me that. It's not my name."

"No, what are you going to do now Celena?"

Dilandau screamed a terrifying and piercing scream that echoed throughout the house. He then turned away and looked toward the door of his room. If he ran then maybe she wouldn't come after him. He started to run.

He tripped.

He fell.

The knife slid across the floor.

A black shoe stood on top of it.

"Dilandau stand up." Dilandau stood up straight away.

"Folken-Sama!" Dilandau cheered. "Please make her go away. She's ruining my plans; she's getting in the way. She won't leave me alone. She's hurting me! Folken-Sama, make her go away please!"

"Look at yourself. You're pathetic. Why don't you kill her?"

"I-I can't kill her Sama, because then I -" Dilandau shivered. "Then I wouldn't be able to carry out my plans."

"I'll get someone else to do them. You need to get better."

"Folken-Sama, stay with me." Dilandau started to cry. "It's so quiet when you stay with me. Stay with me? Please?"