A/N: Yes. So. I'm not too good at dramas, especially with charactersI don't know too well. :P so...um. yay!
It was cold, so cold. The snow that fell, lightly dusting the old cobblestone streets so that they shimmered ever so slightly in the dull light of the streetlamps. I watched on wearily, eyes half closed as I shivered, gathering the tattered remnants of an old windbreaker to my chest, seeking warmth. People slowly passing, shooting disapproving looks in my direction. What kind of parent would let a child out in such weather as this? I suppose none, but I…did not have parents. At least not anymore. No, I was alone, and I, an outcast. I had killed. I had murdered. I had let fear overrun my senses and take hold. The sky began to darken further, the lamp's light hissing out as the snows descent quickened. I was shrouded in darkness. But then again, I was used to the dark, being kept in it all my short life.
A small shuddering sigh escaped me; I dropped the windbreaker and curled into a ball, head resting on knees. My life would end eventually. Eventually. After all, a freak had no right to live in a world with just and honest people. Like my father was. Like the villagers. I should have known I was a demon from the start- I should have known. Father should have killed me with mother, but I was a coward…Tears spilt unbidden from beneath my closed eyes, shattering on the rock roadway. Why…why…why…the tears flowed, unable to stop and I cried…I cried until the tears ran dry and my sobs we're arid and cracked. How stupid of me to think that if I ran, I could find somewhere else…I bit into my lower lip hard, so hard that blood dribbled slowly down my chin. No…I wouldn't cry…I wouldn't…A few deep breaths and I was stable. My thoughts then wandered back to yesterday.
I still do not know how I did it. How I single-handedly managed to kill my father- it just happened. That was what fear did. It controlled, it ruled. I learned that fear was power. And to be the one fearing meant that you we're weak. A weak-minded fool. I was a weak-minded fool. I let fear take me. And it used me.
The darkness had risen a bit, and the snow had come to a halt. That was when I met him. He came quietly, gazing at me with eyes- eyes like mine. He smirked, yet I sat non-pulsed as he commented on my condition, "No one wants you…you will die within a day if you continue living like this." I remember that as his first words spoken.
My response was nothing more then, "You're eyes…are just as mine are…" He looked at me as if in a new light, as if he knew what I had done. I felt connected to him. He stood eyeing me quietly, "…I see…if you want, you may come with me. But, you are nothing more then my tool." At that moment, I knew he understood me, understood. Something that no one had done before.
I gazed up, silently thanking him for taking me in, for seeing me as me, and yet still…"I understand…use me as you wish…"