A/N: Wow, next chapter. I am too excited to launch this. I know it's not going to be great. I am so thankful for all 10 reviews, 11 favorites, and 16 followers! I think this is going to be my most successful fic yet! Hopefully you all won't kill me. On with the story!

Warning: Underage drinking, slight au, and pedophilia/non-con.

Allen POV

Allen: age 5

When I wake I found myself in a small room with only a bed, that was lying on the floor, a nightstand next to the bed, a chair in a corner, and there were wrappers that littered the room (1). The sheets were filled with stains. I gaze in to the mirror that was on the wall of the room. I stared in horror at my face. There was a long gash running along my face. It started with an upside down star on my forehead (I know it's a pentacle but he is five), goes straight down my eye, and does an intricate design below it. (I'm bad at describing his scar I'm sorry).

My hair was red-brown, and my clothes are tattered. A man comes in and he sees I am awake. He licks his cracked lips and tells me his name, Ryan. He has messy, bright red hair that reached just below his ears, a piece of hair hides one emerald eye as the other pears at me that held a spark of madness, and a sunken face. He says he'd be right back and to stay put, but my instincts were telling me to run far away.

I try to move toward the window, but to my horror I find myself chained to the wall. I sit back on the bed so I could yank on the chain to test its durability. It's not going anywhere anytime soon. I start to shake and I could feel panic fill me. What is he going to do to me? What's going to happen?

I hear the door click close and the man swiftly comes over to me. He takes a seat next to my shaking form on the bed. "How are you doing, my little Red?" he whispers in my ear. He smoothed my hair back away from my face. "I'm sorry about that scar, my darling, but I had to do it. Does it hurt?" I shake my head no. "Good. I'm glad."

He leans toward me and captures my lips with his. My eyes widen to an almost impossible size and they start to water. "There's no need to cry. I love you, Red. You are so beautiful." He starts to move his hands lower and everything goes black. I could feel everything happening to me, but I could not see. I felt the pain. It was so painful whatever he was doing to me.

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What felt like hours later I could finally see again. I try pushing myself off the bed, but pain shoots up my back. I muffle my scream so the scary man doesn't know I'm awake and come to see me. After a few minutes of struggling, I finally was able to push myself up. I wince as I sit on my bottom. I see folded up papers sitting on the nightstand. I open them up and gaze at the words as I lie on my stomach.

"You have to memorize this song," called a voice musically within my head. I jumped out of my position causing me to squeak from the pain. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to startle you. My name is Neah. What is yours?"

"I don't know, but that man called me Red. So I guess you can call me that too. Why do you say I have to memorize it? And how do I read this?" I question the voice, now known as Neah.

"I am not for certain why. Something is just nagging me to memorize it. I am a musician, so that could be it, but it feels greater than that. Do not fret, I will help you memorize it."

"Are you real, or make believe?" I whisper, fear settling in my heart.

I hear him chuckle then reply, "I am very much real. Look in the mirror." I chance a glance at the mirror, and my eyes widen in fear at the shadow that lurks behind my reflection. Its pure white eyes bore in to my soul and its smile face splitting. "This is the form I take on in the physical world. I did not always look like this. Now, how about we work on that song? But first I need you to do something so we don't get caught…"

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After casting the spell around the room so the scary man wouldn't hear me, Neah began berating the song in to my head. Even though he was tough, he was very patient.

"I think that's enough for today. We will continue tomorrow. How does your throat feel?" the man asks.

"It feels scratchy. I hope I get water or something…" I trail off. I set the music back in the position I had found it on the table. I hear footsteps lazily approaching the door and I felt panic take over me.

Waves of calm trying to over take the panic, but it does not work that well. "Calm down, Red. You can't let him know you are afraid."

I try to still my shaking limbs. When he opens the door he seems mildly surprised that I am awake. "It's so late, my little Red. What are you still doing up?" he inquires worriedly. He doesn't say anything else so I assume he was waiting for my answer.

"Not tired…" I reply while looking at his clenched fists. He held on to the rope with such force that his knuckles were white. He places the rope on the chair and comes to sit next to me. I scoot to the other side of the bed to get as far as I could from him.

He sighs and mutters, "They always do this." He grabs my leg and pulls me toward him. I shout in surprise, but it comes out hoarse. "Do you have a sore throat darling? Let me get you some water. Some food too."

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Two weeks have passed since I was brought here. Ryan, as I recall his name to be, has brought over five different men to have "play time" with me, as he calls it. I always loose vision, but I still know what they do. I've been bathed, fed, and watered while here. One man even brought me new clothes.

Neah has taught me how to use more of my powers as the Musician. He said that he was one of Destruction. I got excited when I heard that and asked him if he could teach me how to destroy the chain. He said I was not ready for those powers yet.

I didn't even notice Ryan until his mass sinks in to the mattress. I startle out of my thoughts and he looks and me with clouded eyes.

"Since you've been such a good boy lately, I think you deserve to let your ankle breathe. But you have to promise to not try to escape because I will know if you do try," he sighs out in my ear. I hear Neah growling at the man. He unlocks the chain and I roll the sore joint around in attempts to soothe the dull ache. "Now. I'll be back in just a minute. Your food is almost done." He shuts the door behind him and patters off.

"Red! Do the spell now! You don't have much time!" Neah shouts at me, making me move at his words. I mutter the spell and stand on unsteady legs. "Hurry, the window!" Before I rush to the window, I grab the score from the nightstand.

I look out the window to see how far it would be of a jump. The room was on the first level, so I threw open the window and crawled my way of the window. After a few seconds I heard Ryan shouting at me to come back. I looked back and saw him trying to climb out of the window, only making me in crease my speed as I abused my bare feet on the rocky ground. I ran for hours to make sure I was far enough away from him.

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I lived on the streets for a couple years, trying in vain to stay alive. Neah kept me company most of the time. I relied heavily on half filled liquor bottles that I swiped off of drunks to keep myself warm most winter nights, much to the distress of Neah. I didn't have money to spare for blankets. Food came before comfort.

I finally caved in to Neah's wishes and joined the circus. The first few months were hell, but it gave me shelter, food, and a bit of pocket change. There I met Mana, my foster father. At first I thought he was a crazy clown, but he turned out to be very nice. He was still crazy though. This brought on the happiest years of my life. We traveled from circus to circus, we performed on the street, and sometimes we held private shows for birthday parties.

I don't want this ever to end.

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A/N: Yes, I know. I'm evil. I'm so sorry guys. -.- I had a totally different story idea I was going to go for, but I asked some people and they did not care for that idea. If you want to read it, I'll be posting it soon-ish. I have the next chapter figured out, so either tonight or tomorrow you should be seeing it!

Before anyone asks, yes! Neah does recognize Mana, but he choses to keep his mouth shut. No, Allen, does not know about the Noah family. Neah hasn't told him.

Special shout out to: KittyKitFox for the first review and favorite!