Authors Note: Thanks so much to the people that actually reviewed so a large thanks to, Demon TK and Kaiiko!
Tala didn't know when he had fallen asleep in the car, he couldn't even remember closing his eyes. He was about to ask where he was but when he had regained all of his vision he noticed his hands again. He looked about and it was then he notice the car was not moving.
Should he get of the car or wait until an adult opened the door like Mummy and Daddy used to do for him?
His answer came quickly as the door was pulled, it's hinges creaked in an annoyed way as if it did not like the way it had been treated. Tala saw a different man from the one that had helped him escape the police. This one looked younger and somewhat had a dirtier face. Tala scrunched his nose up at the man, he smelt of a murky odour mixed in with a metallic scent of blood.
All he did was unbuckle the red-heads seat belt and grabbed him by the scruff of his clothes and did not wait a second before turning away and dragging Tala off.
He was scared; he'd never been treated this way before though he'd never killed anyone before. Was this prison? Was this how his life would be forever? Tala started sobbing as the man pulled harder at the boys clothing wanting him to hurry up. His small legs could not carry him fast enough and was soon just being dragged, literally, by the collar.
He hadn't noticed at first by there were narrow dirty cells, and within these cells where adults and children and people that looked like they had been pulled off the street. It was an odd feeling - to feel that he, the little boy who hardly knew anything was the cleanest and healthiest person in the room by far.
"Now; Stand there." The man snapped and pushed the boy to floor, the boy still sobbing hopelessly. He sniffed a few times and looked up at the man to see if he would smile and then say he was sorry for his earlier actions. He just glared and scared the small child even more.
The boy nodded his head slowly, he was terrified he didn't know what to say.
"Ok." Tala sniffed rubbing his eyes again. He didn't want to be left alone he didn't like being alone in any place, he liked being near people. Though these people, did not look like people...
He looked about and noticed some of the prisoners where looking at him, most of them had a sad and kind face. Which Tala sniffed at stared back at these were the people that felt sorry for the small child because they knew what he would be put through soon enough.
Some of the people that the red-head looked at, he found he was more scared of the people in the cages than the guard that had just hauled him from a car to this unknown place. Tala quickly averted his eyes as quickly as possible when they glared back. He saw a small shadow all alone in one of the cells he couldn't see very clearly who was inside it.
Tala edged closer to determine if it was a friend or foe though the size of the shadow was not large and therefore had to be that of another child. So at least he had someone to talk to for now. A small weight was lifted from his shoulders.
Tala had reached the bars and had managed to say a simple greeting, "H-H-hello." Still Tala did not know if he was doing the right thing...
The child within the cell looked up to see a very distressed child near the verge of crying again looking inside his cell. At him. The boy heard someone walk down the cramped and narrow hallway again so didn't bother replying. He'd end up getting his food taken off him again. He'd not eaten for days so being good was on the little boys mind before he tried to make a new friend...
Tala didn't get to hear the child's reply or see what the child looked liked as the guard came back too quickly for him to get a response out of the young prisoner. Two crimson eyes stared back at him…
The guard had returned with another one, again looking even younger than the original one; this one had white hair, but looked almost yellow from the dirty conditions.
"Move." The white haired man grabbed the boys hand and dragged him again towards a cell.
The boy howled in pain and whimpered; not knowing if he should tell the stranger to let him go or not. He was meant to be going some place nice.
The white haired man shoved the boy inside, this cell was slightly different.
It had a normal door, and no bars in sight of course, there were no windows and only one flickering red light that helped the small child see that he was not the only one in the room.
The boy looked around; there was another, a small boy as well - he looked about a year younger than himself, only just. He was hugging his legs and crying. Loudly, Tala gulped his first intention was to ask what was wrong. Something made him stop from voicing his thoughts - what if he had done the same thing, this boy could have killed his parents too?
Tala took a few steps forward unsure of whether he should try to comfort the other boy or not. He looked up to meet Tala's icy blue eyes, and blinked as tears still feel from his own eyes.
"Who are you?" He asked, a thought that he had always asked when he did not know someone. He had asked so many times and all he now wanted was to see his own parents again. He didn't mean to hurt them...He Hadn't meant to kill them.
"My names Tala. Who are you?" Tala edged closer to the boy, and ended up sitting in front of him - the boy was still staring at him as if he was pondering whether to tell the red-head or not. After a few moments of silence, the boy gave in and answered.
"Bryan." He rubbed his eyes; just like Tala had done only a few seconds ago.
Tala came closer to the weeping child and sat beside him, wondering why he was even in the room with him.
"Did you... Kill someone too?" Tala frowned as the boy shook his head and started crying again. He hadn't meant to upset the boy in anyway.
After a few seconds of quiet sobbing the boy stopped and he shook his head slightly while looking at the redheaded boy that now sat next to him.
"No... I set my house on fire..." He sniffed; he used his hands to wipe away the irritating feeling that the tears had began to cause as they fell down his cheeks. He knew he had killed his parents… He Didn't want to admit it to anyone - he was still trying to convince himself that it was no horrid nightmare.
Tala looked at him; he didn't look like a spoiled child he was dirty here and there but so was Tala. Tala still had his parents blood on him... The red-headed boy shivered.
"Why?" The boy asked, he hadn't meant it but maybe he was spoiled and had mean to kill someone?
"It was an accident... I didn't mean to." The boy sniffed he could remember everything about that night, the smells the sounds. He couldn't forget that mans face. The one that had laughed.
The boy had gotten out of bed and started to wander around his home, he hadn't known what had woken him up. He'd never woken up in the middle of the night before. He had thought of staying in his room, the dark didn't scare him too much, so he decided to venture out and try to find some sweets that had been forbidden just a few hours ago.
There were a creak in the old floor boards, someone was in the living room. The boy didn't think that it would be anyone apart from his dad. He had sometimes been caught when he was up trying to sneak in extra snacks before he actually went to bed.
"Daddy?" He opened the door slowly and saw a dark blob, dressed in a colour that helped disguised themselves in the dark room. The child squinted his eyes trying to find the shape of the person. If they were thin then it would have to be mum. If they were not. Then it would have to be dad.
"Who are you?" He shouted, a small doubt began to grow in his head - what if it was someone else, like a robber? He'd seen and heard about them, his father after all was a policeman. He had heard about mean and scary people he was terrified of them even if it was a subject that he heard everyday when his mum and dad were talking.
"Who's there?" The boy wandered into the room and shut the door leaving the room in eternal darkness. He looked around, and felt the walls he could reach the light it wasn't too far up the wall in the living room. He flicked the switch but, no lights came on. The boy frowned in confusion and flicked the switch again and again. Still no lights came on, in the dark room.
He heard someone chuckling, and then laughing as if the house had told him a hysterical joke. The boy went towards the voice - unaware that he was going to regret leaving the house.
The boy pondered if he should go get his shoes and socks on - or even call for his mum and dad. What if this really was a robber?
The boy took a deep breath and opened the back door, he was happy that he was no longer that small to reach the door handle.
He wandered around until he saw someone on his swings, laughing again. He took off his dark mask that covered most of his face and looked at the boy.
The young Russian walked over and wanted to know why the man was here in his mum and dads house! The man stayed still and looked as if he were waiting for something.
Was he going to leave anytime soon? Bryans feet turned cold, against he cold grass, he was luck that the snow had not fallen that night and it had just been rain.
A loud and deafening explosion rung through the boys ears, he was thrown forward from the blast almost into the man that was on one of the swings. The boy looked up and saw his house - flames danced among the stone and wood.
"MUMMY! DADDY! The house is on fire! Why is the house on fire?" He started to cry and didn't know what to do - it was usually at this time an adult would take over.
"I wouldn't know, it was you who done it..." The man took out a cigarette and took a leisured puff. There wouldn't be any phone calls to the police or fire service. The streets phone line had been cut off as well as the electricity.
"No it wasn't it was you!" Bryan yelled at the man. He knew for a fact he hadn't done it he'd only come outside to see who this man was he had never played or even liked fire.
"Did you get of bed when you weren't suppose to?" The boy started to wail, he had gotten out of bed when he wasn't suppose to... It was him that done it wasn't it? He tired to say something, his logic was no match to what he was being told, he couldn't think of anything to prove that he was innocent.
"...It was you. I'm an adult - why would I lie to you?" The man stood up and held out a hand - in some sort of friendship.
Though the man was wanting anything but friendship he just wanted the kid into his car so he could get paid.
"But Mummy and Daddy might get hurt." He turned to look at the still raging fire the smell of diesel and ash assaulted the young boys nose. He placed his hands over his nose and mouth trying not to breath in the horrible smelling fire.
"They are already dead." The man said sympathetically, the easy thing about children was that they usually believed anything, anyone said. Even if it was about who killed their parents. It was another bonus that children couldn't grasp the concept of death so therefore, made it easier to manipulate them.
"How did the place caught on fire?" Bryan mumbled hoping that he'd wake up from the very bad dream he was having. He knew it must have been a dream, he couldn't have really have just killed his parents?
The man took another slow puff of his cigarette and motioned his head towards the car.
"Again like I said you were out of bed. Then you tried to get something to eat - God is punishing you." The man had found out that most people in this street believed in some sort of God. Though he didn't know if this particular child had been brought up with any kind of religion.
"...I didn't mean..." The man began walking away and Bryan ran after him to try and plead his case of him being innocent.
"It's ok, get into the car and I'll take you to your Aunts. You like your aunts don't you?" The man knew for a fact that this boy - despised his Aunts and would never go there. It was part of the plan.
"No... Can we go after we find Mummy and Daddy?" He looked back at the raging fire as some of the flames found the outside cables and began to turn them to lines of ash. The fire crept along the outside of the house - trying to find the humans for its grand feast.
"No we have to go now or else Auntie will leave. Your Mum and Dad have already left." The man laughed and laughed thinking he had said the most funniest joke in all of the world. Bryan didn't know why but he didn't really like this man.
"I don't want to go to Aunties she will hate me." Bryan mumbled again. The man smiled to himself - he was good at his job no wonder he only needed another few jobs, and he could retire and never have to work again.
"Then I know a place that's better want to come?" He started walking away to appear not interested in the boy, but soon. The boy ran up to the man's car.
"Ok." He nodded anything to get away from his Aunt and - his mum and dad would come and say everything was okay and that it was all a dream. The boy jumped into the car willingly hoping that, he would just wake up. Though he never did. It was real... It was in reality that he had done that offal, offal thing.
Author's Note: Yeah I think, I'll do all of the D-Boys… -cackles- Though I'll only actually update if anyone reads or reviews. Sorry it took so long… School has been rather solid…