whoa...unintentionally saw hentai yesterday...and it was like..eeewwww...sorry but I think I'll stick to yaoi...hehe....yea...so I'm clearing my system of the unpleasant sight with this...enjoy and please REVIEW!!

Have Mercy on your lost child

I sighed heavily, trying to get comfortable in the worn out bed which I could feel every spring vertically pushing against my bones, after awhile, I gave in, sitting up instead. My palm went to my face, pressing slightly on my left eyes. The drowsiness did not leave but my senses were increasing, this was always how I felt, conscious in my subconscious and alert in drowse. I breathed in deeply, smelling the humid-air, it was going to rain, another thunderstorm perhaps. I smell a lot of water. This was a good sign, perhaps God gives me mercy finally at my last hours, I would like to die peacefully, no worries of ever becoming that monster I was again.

My eyes darted around the enclosure, taking in every ugly dirty detail, until I was facing the bars that stood tauntingly rigid in front of me. I was trapped.

'Lord, loving and heavenly father, have mercy on me, your lost child'

I was about to pray with the rosary when I realize I no longer had it around my neck. "Great" I muttered under my breath, feeling worst than ever, an awkward feeling balled up at the back of my throat, I felt like I was going to break. Wiping away the small tears that haven't manage to shed, I sighed and stared at the bars blankly. Taking notice of a small mass of white laying against it on the ground. What was this kid doing?

Without much thinking, I walked over, going on my knees to get a better look. I couldn't quite see his face, but his breathing attested that he was asleep. Should I wake him? "Hey, wake up" No respond. I tried poking his shoulder, he merely grunted and continued his sleep.

I blinked, not really sure what to do next. I didn't want him to lose his job for slacking off, but he seemed to like doing that a lot, especially with him coming to my cell practically every hour and staying for as long as possible, ranting on and on about his life since I never answer all those other questions which he directed at me, so instead he went on and answered it himself. Despite his annoying and relentless jabbering, I was quite fond of him, I mean his company, though I wasn't sure why he even bothered with me.

Sighing once again, I slid down the bars, now leaning against them, back to back with the little boy, feeling the awkward blend of coldness from the iron and heat emitting from the small body. The wan moonlight disappearing behind the dark clouds along with the stars, leaving nothing but a veil of black on everything. It began to drizzle, even the sound was starting to sooth me, knowing I didn't have to face my fears, not in these conditions. I relaxed myself, unable to fall asleep being the nocturnal nature. My mind wandered to nothing significant, thinking about the two days I've been kept in the cell, about some of my lost memories and some that weren't lost, I shuddered a little, quickly distracting my mind with something else.

Near…That's what the jailer calls himself, even though it's not his real name. He said he works here because of his father. I remember him telling me that his father was a bad person and one day all his bad deeds caught up with him, and he was given the death sentence. He didn't want his father to be alone in his final days so this Near applied to work here as a guard. He knew he couldn't give his father redemption but perhaps a little closure was enough, or so that was what he said. He doesn't really have anyone else, so he kept the job after his father was put to death, which I couldn't comprehend why he would do something like that, it didn't seem fitting or rational.

I shook my head, smiling inwardly as I realized how much I've come to know of the small child in the short time. Near… what else do I know about him? I know he's not as young as he seemed, he's actually twenty-three, but I refuse to refer him to anything else short of 'little boy'. His favorite color was white, he liked eating bread, his pet cat died two weeks ago in which he cried three days over. I let out a humored breath, rolling my eyes as I continued my train of thoughts. Near doesn't like Henry, the other guard. I don't blame him, I don't like Henry either, the pompous fool. He's afraid of the dark, and thunder and dirt and the ocean and getting sick and the cold weather and small cramped places (why is he working in this place again?)…and dogs….

The thunder clashed once, stopping the awful thought that was going to follow after. I sighed yet again, like an old man worn of age and weary, which I was in a sense.

'Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you, blessed..'

"Mister" I wasn't surprised, although I hadn't expected him to awake so abruptly, interrupting me once again.

"Yes" I said simply, my voice was breathy and tired.

"Here, I think this belongs to you" I turned to look over my shoulder, seeing the little boy now facing me on his knees like a faithful servant, not something close to being appropriate at all. I ignored this, eyes focusing on his arm stretched out to me. In his hand laid beads laced into a necklace which was held together on its end with a centered cross.

I contemplated on whether or not I should reach out the bars and take it from his hands, would it be safe to do something of that sort? But he cut me short, reaching in instead, taking my hand and putting the rosary in it, then closing my fingers so that it wrapped them securely.

"I'm glad" He says, still holding my hand in both of his, smiling innocently, "That you still have faith." I was taken aback, to put it mildly. Slowly, I slid my hands out of his grasp and inside my cage once more, nodding slightly then placing the rosary around my neck where it once belonged.

"Thank you" The slight surprise was still present in my voice. I had wanted to ask where he had gotten it, but I rationalize that he was a worker here, so he was in charge of the prisoners possessions, maybe he stole it to give it back to me or something, he had done things like that for me in the short time that we've known each other, such as sneaking in food and clothes. Yes, it must be something of those sorts.

"You're welcome" He smiles, and it brightens everything with a radiant and pure glow. Strange child, really, but I didn't want to dwell on these matters, not that I had the luxury to. I needed penance and forgiveness, I needed salvation, closure, I needed it soon before death comes to claim me, I needed these things, I don't need a child.

Sorry about the slow updates for these and even slower story progression....but I think that this story is somber so rushing it would ruin the thing...I'm still figuring out the ropes for this one...so it'll be slow...sorry...I kinda know what I want but I think it needs five chapters to reach that stage...anyways please REVIEW!!

P.S. Special apologies to Greenkittenkid4....I tried my best to make it long...XP