Title: Beautiful Eyes
Rating: M for angst, violence, course language, heinous acts, the usual.
Chapter 1: Introduction


"Lemme go!" Max pulled violently at the two boys pinning his arms back.

Everyone laughed. Max barely saw the fist speeding for his face in time to flinch.

"Listen to the little pretty boy." A voice sneered as Max reeled, trying not to black out. Whoever had punched him wasn't someone with compassion. "We'd better let him go before he pisses himself."

More laughter. Max yanked at his arms, trying to get free, put up a fight.

"Shut up!"

The laughter promptly ceased as a man pushed through the ring of boys. The newcomer was tall, with a strong build and dyed blue hair. He looked down at Max, pinned on his knees with his arms pulled up behind him.

"You're pretty." The newcomer remarked. He stooped to look Max in the eye. "Blue eyes."

Max didn't bother to reply. Glaring at his own reflection in the strangers dark eyes.

"You asked for him right?" One of the thugs pulling Max's arm out of joint piped up.

"And who told you that?" the man sounded uninterested. "Looks like he put up a good fight. But I'm glad the dozen of you were able to get him under control, roughed up as you are." His voice was heavy with sarcasm. The twenty or so boys shifted uncomfortably. "Well kid? Do you know why you're here?"

Max glared, vast blue eyes like a sea, deep, unreadable, stormy.

The man shrugged, kneeling in a businesslike manor before Max. "If you want beautiful eyes you should look at beautiful things. So tell me blue eyes," Max's heart stopped when he heard the recurring click-click-click of an exacto knife being drawn. The man raised the razor to Max's temple, ready to slash across his eyes. "What have you seen?"


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