Ten Years Wasted

Kinau: TT You are the very best you know? My only reviewer for this chapter no less. You shall have Kai! But no Tala yet… I love cliffies in this fic.

Author's Notes: …it's the damn prologue isn't it? Geez…

Warnings: Language, blood, some violence, later on implied rape.

Chapter 3

He was slumped against a wall, his hair covering his eyes.

I gulped and covered my mouth, not knowing what to do. He seemed almost dead, but it was obvious he was breathing.

I started towards him but stopped and turned around, hearing people clamber up the ladder. I ran over to it and looked down, there were a group of men surrounding the first jackass and one of the men started climbing up the ladder.

I pushed hard on the top of the ladder, knocking it over and earning a few shouts from the men below.

That should hold them for a bit.

I stood up and turned around, back to the boy against the wall. His hair was dual-colored, not something you saw much these days. His arms were pretty muscular, but that was about all I could see…or willing to see.

I started cautiously towards him and kneeled next to him.

"Hey…buddy…what are you doing here, are you alright?" I put a hand on his shoulder and shook it slightly. I received no reaction so I repeated my question and shook him a little harder.

I panicked for a second as one of his pale hands reached up and gripped my wrist tightly. I tried to pull it out of his grasp but he was gripping it tightly.

"H-hey…let go!"

A hoarse sound came from him, sounding as though he was trying to say something. Now I was kind of afraid that he was one of those undead things from back at the deck. A shiver went up my spine at the thought.

"…what did you say?" I asked quietly, trying to ignore the banging coming from below. What would I do if they got up here?

Die probably.

"…Michael…"

I blinked and looked at him oddly. He lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes were a lovely crimson, though they looked empty. Did he mean…the Michael dude back at the house?

"Where is…Michael…?"

His voice was hoarse and sounded like he hadn't used it in a while. I looked at him a little more closely and saw that he looked around my age, with azure triangle painted onto his face. They were a little faded but they were there, nonetheless.

He was pretty cute, the pale and scariness set aside.

"I don't know." I answered quietly, trying to be gentle with him. What if he was some strange handicap dude who didn't understand? "We need to get out of here though. They have guns."

I gestured with my free hand towards the dust rising from where they had slammed the rickety ladder so that they could climb up.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't shaking.


Yes, it sucked, yes it was short. But I'm tired, it's late, and I have school tomorrow.

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