A/N: hello, wolfwoman here, this is my second fic, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Legato Bluesummers , just this story

Legato speaking:  Italicized writing

The story: regular writing

Thoughts: bold writing

Setting scene: bold italicized writing

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          Legato Bluesummers is sitting in a red armchair with a black turtle neck and a pair of jeans with his blue hair and emotionless yellow eyes. "I'm Legato Bluesummers, most of you know me, if not I hate you," he says, "I've killed countless people and you probably want to know why. I'm here to tell you." the room goes dark

Legato Bluesummers, age 7, is sitting on the ground near a small school

That's me, BEFORE I became who I am. Just a regular kid. Little Legato is eating an apple when some 8 year olds come up. "Look at him eating his apple," Said one of 8 year olds. "Go away!" Legato says, "please don't bother me" he gets up and tries to get away. He is surrounded by 10 other kids, all older than him, and they start making fun of him. "Look at his stupid blue hair. He's a freak!" said one of the older girls and she pushes him to the ground. Tears start to well up in Legato's eyes. "Is the freak going to cry?" said another kid and he starts laughing. "SH-SHUT UP O-OR I'M GGONNA T-TELL!" Legato stammers out with hot tears going down face. The oldest boy grabs Legato by the collar, "You do that and we make sure you never see the light of day again!" The boy throws legato to the ground and all the other kids start kicking and punching Legato. The kids laugh at him and keep making fun of him as they hurt Legato. "Stupid midget!" said one of the boys and punches legato in the jaw. "PLEASE! STOP!" legato cries out as he is beaten. The boys and girls who where beating up Legato leave one at a time bored of beating him up and walk away, the oldest steps on legato's stomach and spits into his face and laughs at him more and leaves still laughing.   "I still remember those kids, I eventually killed them all… including there families." He smiles one of those evil psychotic smiles. "It was the first time I killed people… and I loved it."

          The school day ends and Legato limps slowly and painfully home. As he reaches the door it flings open and a drunk man is at the door, "Where the hell have you been?" he says and takes a drink of his whiskey. "S…school dad." Legato stutters, he was afraid of that man, his real father died when he was born and his mother hated him because she thought it was him who made his father died. "Why the hell did you go to school? You have chores to do, kid" the man says. Legato coughed a bit because of his step-dads whiskey breath. "Oh, is the little baby sick? To bad, get to work!" the step father says and pushes Legato into the house and slams the door.

Legato walks into the dirty kitchen where his mother was making dinner and talking quietly to her self.

 My mother went a bit insane after my dad died, she hated me, she'd talk to her self, She also sometimes was caught talking to birds or inanimate objects.

"Hi, mom" legato says softly and put away his small backpack. Two girls walk in, both about 12 years old, and grab stuff out of the cabinet and leave.

My sisters. I hated them and they hated me. They came when my mom married my step dad.

Mom didn't even notice anything that happened around the house, another one of her symptoms when she went crazy. I left to go do the chores. I had to do everything, I had a lazy step dad and spoiled step sisters. Mom couldn't do anything except cook, it was always like that even before she married that evil man, but back then I could live with it and now it's almost unbearable . I was locked in the closet by my father almost every other day, and my step-sisters made me their dress up.... Nevermind.

          "Legato! Get your ass in here NOW!" father says with a bit of irritation in his voice. Legato walks into the den and is smacked in the face with a whiskey bottle. He falls to the ground and a tear rolls down his face but he wipes it away quickly. "Stop crying to stupid kid! Why the hell haven't you done those chores?" the father says very angrily. "I..I don't kn…know" legato says covering the now swollen mark on his face. "NOT A GOOD ENOUGH ANSWER!" the father says and grabs legato by the collar and throws him into the closet and locks the door. "You are not coming out until you have a good enough answer!" his father says and walks away.

I was never let out of the closet. I always would wait a couple hours before I came out.

Legato gets up and bangs his shoulder against the door. He winced in pain because it broke when he was thrown into the closet.

Why me god? Why me?

He bangs against the closet door one last time and slams into it and cries in pain and sorrow. He slides down the closet door and leaves a small stain of blood on the door.

He cries himself to sleep, trying to escape the pain. Trying to escape this life. Just plain trying to escape.

Hours later

          Legato wakes up and tries to open the door. He eventually opens it, his face stained with blood and streaks were his tears went down his face.

I can't take it anymore! Somebody, Please help me! Please! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE GOD, SEND SOME TO HELP ME! I BEG YOU! PLEASE…. please

          Legato collapses to the ground crying his heart out, but no one could hear him. No one could hear him, not even his 'family'. He settled down a bit and he made up his mind…..he had to go. He took some food and the little money the family had and wrapped up his arm and cleaned the blood that trickled down his arm still trickled down it. As he went out the door he looked back and tears went down his face… he had to pay them back even his mother. He walked back and took some gasoline and poured it all around the house and he grabbed a book of matches. He went out the door and made sure he locked the doors and windows. He stood on the porch and grabbed one of his step fathers half empty whiskey bottles and stuck some paper into it and lit the paper. He threw it through the open front door and locked it tight and walked away.

          The house soon caught on fire and his step father, step sisters and his mother tried to get out but failed. Legato watches in satisfaction as his so called family died a most horrible death. "thanks for nothing you stupid pieces of shit" he says walking away from the flaming house with a smile of satisfaction on his face and walked into the desert with the five moons high in the black midnight sky.

A/N: thank you for reading this far. It may seem like crap but this was my first time trying to be serious. No joke. Please review, I will take all reviews, the ones that say they like it and  the ones that say they hate it. ^_^