A.N: Hi everyone! Been a while since I've posted anything, but this idea just popped up one night, and thought why not just publish it and see if it hits? I will only continue to post on it though if people tell me they like with reviews. If not, then I'll wrap it up or something, k? But other than that, I hope you enjoy! XD

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The Meeting

I was so frozen that I almost missed the crunch of the snow as footsteps approached me. I couldn't even look up, but I saw three pairs of boots enter my floor-ridden line of sight.

"Oi oi!" one laughed in a haughty scumbag-type of voice. "Lookie at what we have here!"

"Yeah, dude! It's a lil' girl, and it appears as if she's all alone," said another. This one a little higher pitched, but still definitely male.

"Hey, you think if we took her in and cleaned her up she'd be able to fetch a few coins?" asked the third.

"Hmm…" The first guy made a thinking noise, when suddenly I felt my head being yanked up violently by my hair. If my voice hadn't of been so hoarse and dry from breathing in the fridged air, I probably would've screamed. "Heh heh. Yeah, you're right. Although she's nothing short of a muddy piece of shit right now, I'm sure that with some cleaning and a little "softening' up, she'd be an ideal new merchandise."

Their sinister laughs sent a fresh wave of shivers down my spine, and fear started to develop in my frozen body. "Oi, brat!" the third man spat at me. "What's 're name?" His question was met with silence. A vein popped on his forehead, and he shoved the other guy off so that he could back hand me hard enough to send me spinning into the snow about a foot away. My head was pounding and my jaw aching from the impact. The man quickly stormed over to me and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it up so that he could see my face.

"I asked what the hell your name is, you stupid little girl!" he shouted in my face. I couldn't answer him, even if I wanted to. My head hurt like heck, my face scruntched in pain, and my voice too badly burned from the air. He growled when I still gave no response, and although I couldn't see through my tear-filled eyes, I could feel his muscles moving to lift his hand for another blow. I braced myself for the incoming pain.

I waited. And waited. After a few moments, when there was still no movement from the guy holding my hair, I slowly managed to open my eyes enough to make out a blurry image. There was someone else. Short, compared to the other three guys. Which meant that there were now four men there. But this new one, he seemed a little…different. He still had a dangerous feeling about him, but this feeling was much more, phsycological. Almost as if this guy was naturally brought out the most feared things in our hearts and made them reality. He radiated power like a raging nuclear power-plant.

I shut my eyes tightly to squeeze out the salty water, and when I opened my eyes, I could see bit clearer. The shorter new-comer had fluffy snow-white hair, and cystaline blue eyes that seemed as if you could look through them and see a tranquil lake on the other side. Well, could be able to, if it weren't for the fact that they were dark, blank, dead eyes that showed absolutely no emotions at all. But you know what the truly scariest thing was? It was that he was able to have the expressionless mask on while holding the guy's head in his right hand, dangling from the man's very own hair; which was now completely detached from his body.

It was so quick, that the man was still even alive, and his wide eyes looked down slowly. If a man could've seen hell, that would be the kind of face that would be on this man's right now. Unfortunately, he didn't have any air left to produce a scream, and his eyes rolled back as his body flopped into the snow, staining the beautiful angelic white into a bloody crimson pool that glistened sickeningly in the pale moonlight of the full moon.

The young person lower his hand with the head in it, and dropped it on the floor, the decapitated head rolling a little so that its death expression of horror was clear to see. My own head was now freed, thanks to the body becoming limp, and I slumped back onto my hands and knees. I picked up my head, and looked into the eyes of that merciless, silent figure. And I was scared. Scared as all hell for my life. Was I to be next? However, the second I got a glimpse of his eyes, I could tell that I had nothing to fear. For just a fraction of a second, I saw humanity there. A life. Emotions. Cares. Likes, dislikes, everything that makes a human human. And I saw it all there. In a blink of an eye.

But just as quickly as I saw it, it disappeared again and went back to being those same dead eyes. The young boy (I could now see that he couldn't have been much older than me), turned to look at the remaining two guys, and cocked his head like one of those creepy porceline dolls in horror shows. "Who's next?" I never thought that those two words could expel such an air of absolute and certain death until they were spoken in a tone that matched his abyssal eyes of hell.

The two men screamed in pure horror, and tried to scramble back as fast as they could, never taking their wide-eyes off of the hunting figure. That mysteriously beautiful, deadly, dazzeling boy. Then suddenly, one second he was only a few feet from me, and the next, he was at least 5 meters away, right behind the retreating men. I couldn't see what happened, but all of a sudden, their screams of horror were cut short. The boy stood behind them, and in his hands, there were two tiny blobs, slightly moving. He closed his hands, and placed the objects back down.

I not once took my eyes off of the boy. He walked back towards me, and I knew that I should be scared. Should be trying to flee just like those men. If I had any common sense, I would. But I guess common sense gets lost when you're saved by that person.

In a flash, he was standing over me, and looking down at me with those same eyes and with hands dripping with liquid red. I looked into those eyes, but once again, they were no longe the same dead eyes that they had been. So it wasn't my imagination, I thought to myself.

He crouched down to my level, and reached out a hand. I guess I had a little sense left, because I moved my head away and to the side. None the less, I still felt those same, murderous hands touch my face. But dispite all that I could've thought possible, those hands were the softest, gentlest, warmest things I've felt in a very long time. The boy gently lifted up my face so that we could see eye to eye.

"Are you ok?" he spoke for the first time. His voice was surprisingly young, but also held a presence of being far too mature for what his age was. One of being forced to grow up before our time. I couldn't speak, but I nodded sharply once.

And then the last straw. He smiled. A kind, sincere, heart-felt smile for my well being. "Thank god," he sighed, and he moved his hand to cup my cheek. All of a sudden, I felt totally worn out, and I unceremoniously collapsed right into his arms, and fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in years, knowing that I was safe.