Chapter 2:

"What would you like to eat this morning my son?" Mana asked as they walked down the side walk in a foot of snow.

"I want eggs and bacon and toast, I want frechtoast and a cresant! Grits and biscuits and gravy!" Allen said naming off breakfast foods.

"Well well now, are you going to be able to eat all that?" Mana asked laughing.

"I am! I am! I'm so hungry father! I could eat an elephant!"

"Oho wow Allen! That's a lot of food!"

"I'm hungry!"

"Alright I suppose since you're that hungry I could buy us something to eat..."

"Yay! Thank you so much! I can't wait!" Allen and Mana walked into town and began looking for a restaurant to eat breakfast in. After wondering for about then minutes they came upon a cafe. It was a nice looking place that was on the corner of the street. The outside was made of bricks ranging from deep red to light almost pink red. There were windows with white frames and curtains. Allen and Mana walked up to the door and opened it a small bell dinging to let someone know people had come in. Mana pushed Allen towards the door and let him walk in first. A Pretty young girl walked out of a door that led to the kitchen. She had long black hair that went mid-way down her back. Her eyes were a dark brown almost black. She had on a black collared shirt, a black ruffled skirt, pantyhose, black shoes and a white apron.

"Good morning! Have a seat anywhere!" She smiled.

Allen woke up to his alarm, once again, blaring. He rolled over and shut it off. Allen was still a little tired from staying up last night to talk to the 'FunnyBunnie' person and lay in bed for another few seconds. Deciding that if he stayed in bed any longer he would fall asleep again, he got up. Falling asleep again would not be a good thing. Allen flipped off the covers and shivered from the cold air that came into contact with his warm flesh. Tim mewled and worked his way further down Allen's bed back into the warmth of the sheets. Allen stood and stretched arching his back while doing so. His shoulder was still sore as hell and now a fine bruise was placed on it. Walking to his dresser Allen pulled out his outfit for the day and a fresh pair of underwear. Walking back across the hall, he tossed his clothes onto the toilet. After turning on the hot water, Allen began taking off his clothes. Once he was done he placed them in the hamper in the closet and grabbed a towel. Allen adjusted the temperature of the water a climbed in. About fifteen minutes later Allen walked out of the bathroom fully dressed in a red band Tee and a pair of gray skinny jeans, with his medical tape in hand. Allen went to his room and sat on his bed, he began wrapping his arm. Once he was done, he grabbed his favorite gray hoodie and threw it on.

"I wonder if Master finally bought some food." Allen thought.

Allen walked into the kitchen and found a box of cereal, A. Single. Box. He decided it would do. Maybe it was his 'reward' for getting the liquor. Allen walked over to the cabinet and got out a bowl. He put the bowl on the counter and grabbed a spoon then went to the fridge and got out the milk. Ten minutes later Allen was out the door and on his way to school. Allen was apparently running a little late and missed his bus. After watching it drive off without him he decided would just wonder around town for a while, after all, he had missed his bus yesterday and had gotten mustard...or something, thrown on his other jacket because he chose to walk to school.

He didn't exactly want to repeat that.

Walking aimlessly, Allen ended up at a park. He decided to sit on a bench and watch the people walk by. As he sat there, he saw a woman and her child playing in the sand, the baby was digging with his little shovel and the mom was holding a bucket, in which the dirt went. A women and her boyfriend walked in front of him. The man had his arm around the woman's waist and the woman rested her head on his shoulder. In the middle of the park was a water fountain where a little girl was splashing around and her mom ran to go get her. The sun was making it hotter outside but the shade from the tree Allen was under made it bearable. Allen breathed in a deep breath his nose filling with the scent of outside. He felt his eyes become heavy.

"Boy, shouldn't you be in school right now?" A man asked while shaking Allen.

"Uuugh..." Allen groaned.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" The man asked again.

"Yes sir...thank you...must have fallen asleep..."Allen said drowsily. He stood up and stretched, then walked away. Unbeknownst to him the man was watching while he walked away. An evil smirk played out on his face. Allen stuck his hands in his pockets and continued to stare down at the ground like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He looked at his watch, which read 11:03, meaning that Allen had slept on that bench for nearly three hours. His stomach gave a loud growl and he clutched it silently wishing for it to be quiet. What with Allen's monster appetite and all, the box of cereal only lasted that morning and was gone. Allen began smelling something nice and looked up. He was starting to come into town and the restaurants where open, the smell of cooked food and smoke filled the air. Allen walked past a window and peered in seeing a man behind a counter give women a piece of fresh cooked bread. Allen licked his lips. A little girl walked by holding in one hand her mother's hand and in the other an ice-cream. Allen wanted so much to have an ice-cream right now but had no money at all. There was an alley beside the ice-cream/bread shop that Allen presumed the little girl and her mother had just come out of, and he went in.

"Now maybe I can get some more sleep..." Allen thought. He took off his backpack and placed it on the ground then sat beside it. He had made sure to get far enough back that he was obscured in the shadows so no one would see him. Finally he fell asleep and began dreaming. He had a dream about this wonderful man coming to find him and taking him home, giving him food, and a nice warm bed to sleep in. After Allen woke up in the man's home he went downstairs and was talking to him when the man suddenly turned into Cross and the food in front of him disappeared. He was being hit again accused of being a 'monster' not a 'person' and that no-one would love him and then he woke up.

"So much for peaceful sleep." Allen thought. He stood up and was about to grab his backpack when he was pushed around and slammed against the wall, a hand covering his mouth. Allen tried to struggle but the person behind him was heavy and the weight was pinning him to the wall.

"Hello there..." The person whispered huskily. The person took Allen's hands and pined them above his head with his free hand. Allen was so shocked that not a sound was coming from his mouth. The person let go of his mouth and Allen tried to yell.

"Make a sound and you die..." The person warned. Slamming him against the wall again.

Meanwhile, the now free hand was rummaging through a bag for something. Allen heard the sound of something being pulled and ripped then he felt tap across his mouth. Unable to scream, Allen once again tried to move, kick, elbow, and head-butt, anything to get this person off of him. Allen felt a hand hit the back of his head. His head then hit the wall and bounced back off. Now Allen had blood trickling down his face and a massive headache.

"Behave and you won't get hurt...I promise..." The, what he now knew was a man, had said. Allen felt a hand grab his manhood and he yelped despite having his mouth tapped. Allen began shaking his head and tried to push himself off the wall, only to be pressed even harder against it. The man took out a knife and sliced off Allen's favorite jacket, then pulled Allen's shirt up exposing his skin. Allen shook his head more and tried saying something, but it was only muffled by the tape. He felt coarse hands begin to rub his body pinching his nipple and massaging his chest underneath his shirt. Allan began shaking his head and a tear streamed down his face.

"Someone...anyone! SAVE ME!" Allen's mind screamed.

The man disregarding Allen's silent pleas, continued to please himself. He ran his hand down Allen's body again grabbing his manhood. This time he got tired of feeling it through the fabric and decided to undo the button on Allen's pants. Allen could feel the man's growing heat from behind him and it was pressing rather uncomfortably on his ass. The man's hand and arm got tired of holding him up so he let go confident that Allen wouldn't struggle too much. Deciding he couldn't wait any longer the man harshly pulled Allen's pants all the way off and turned him around so that Allen was facing him. The man bent down and put the tip off Allen's length in his mouth and began sucking. Allen felt sick. He didn't know what to do, and each time the man pumped his head he felt like he was going to puke. Allen couldn't see the man's face because he was wearing a ski mask. The tears were falling so fast now, in steady streams. Allen put his hands on the man's head and tried to push him away but all the strength he had was gone. Allen felt like he was close to Cumming and mewled. Allen's stomach lurched and he turned his head. He couldn't throw up now... He still had tape over his mouth he would choke if he did.

"Not so fast now..." The man said taking his mouth away from Allen's member. He took out his cell phone and snapped a few pictures.

"Ah..." Allen moaned his body betraying him. The man stood up and undone his pants exposing his huge member. Allen's head began shaking from side to side silently saying no. The man pulled Allen's shirt forcing him to the ground. Tears were no flowing down Allen's cheeks in steady streams. The man removed the tape from Allen's mouth.

"Now suck...make me feel good. I know you want to."

Allen sat still doing nothing. The man got frustrated and grabbed Allen by his hair forcing him to scream. Taking this as his opportunity he pulled Allen's head forward, slamming Allen's mouth onto his dick. Streams of tears poured out of his eyes once again.

"Now! Do it or I'll slice your throat."

Doing as he was demanded Allen began bobbing his head back and forth. The man got bored of Allen's half-assed attempt at a blow job and began bucking his hips into Allen's mouth causing the younger to gag in the process. He then pulled his member out of Allen's mouth. He then grabbed Allen's shirt and pulled him into a standing position slightly choking him again. Once Allen was up the man pushed Allen's leg up and positioned himself between his legs, and with out any preparation or lubricant slammed into him. Allen screamed as he felt something wet trickle down the inside of his thigh, presumably blood. The man moved his hand to muffle Allen's cries then began moving in rhythm. He cursed his body for betraying him and he released on the man's chest. The man, apparently nowhere near ready to finish, continued pumping into Allen for what seemed like forever. Allen soon passed out from the pain and shock. When the man was done he pulled out of Allen panting and let the boy drop to the ground. Zipping up his pants and fixing his clothes. He pulled out his cellphone and took a couple of provocative pictures, posing Allen in different ways. Allen awoke and looked up eyes void of emotion and the man smiled.

"Why..." Allen asked as the man took a couple pics of his face. Allen then passed out again before getting a reply.

Allen woke up to the smell of cigarette smoke and crickets in the cold crisp air.

"Uugnnn..." Allen moaned then covered his mouth the bile he had been holding back earlier hit him full force. He removed his hand and puked. He opened his eyes and at first it was blurry. Once his eyes adjusted he could make out a sign reading 226th street. After looking at his surroundings he caught the faint orange glow of a cigarette. He felt nasty. Dirty. Defiled. And lonely. He was on the dirty ground and at some point it had rained. His head had been in a puddle of dirty water. His once shiny white hair was now a dull dirty gray.

"You ok kid?"

"Ah!" Allen half squeaked turning to move away from the person whom he forgot was there, and scrunched up into a tiny ball. It was cold outside but Allen realized that he was moderately warm somehow. He looked down at his body to see a coat covering his thin naked frame. The man reached over to push the hair out of Allen's face. He flinched away.

"No...no!"

"It's ok kid! I won't hurt you!" The man said. There was a long moment of silence as Allen lay there and the man sit beside him. Allen realized that the man seamed familiar. He continued to lay there and think about who he could be when the events from earlier came back to mind. He began crying again when he remembered how the man had slammed into him ruthlessly over and over again. The man put his hand on Allen's shoulder and again began to reassure him everything was ok.

"Come on kid... Let me take you to the hospital...Where do you live your parents must be worrying about you."

"No..." Allen said shaking the mans hand off. "Don't touch me..."

"Let me take you home..." Allen didn't answer. He just lay there crying. The man took it that Allen wanted to be alone for a while, got up, walked around the corner, and went into the store. Taking this as his chance, Allen got up slowly, wincing in pain, and began putting on his clothes. Searching for his pants, he found them discarded a few feet away. He slowly pulled them up stopping when he noticed the trail of dried blood that was on the inside of his thigh. Allen was fully clothed when the man came back around the corner. Allen turned around and backed himself against the wall.

"Don't...don't hurt me..." He whispered his head was turned away from the man eyes clenched shut.

"I won't... I just brought you some bread." The man said while offering the food to him. Allen hesitantly took the loaf. He felt that the bag was still warm and his mouth began to water. He pulled out the warm loaf and ripped off a piece. He tried eating it but the second a piece touched his tongue it felt like sand. There was nothing more that Allen wanted to do right now than to shove the food down his throat like a mad starved man, but his stomach betrayed him. Bending over Allen let out all contents in his mouth and stomach.

"Really, let me take you home at least kid." The man asked again. Allen ignoring the man slowly stuck the remainder of the loaf into the bag and began searching for his hoodie. He then remembered that it was cut off by the man. Deciding it was useless to look for it, Allen began walking for the entrance of the alley. Once out, he walked under all the street lights, not trusting the darkness. As if things couldn't get any worse it began to rain the water relentlessly pouring down hard upon Allen's throbbing skin. The man fallowed him. After about an hour, Allen was back at home, and he slowly walked in after unlocking the door. Allen remembered his Master was not going to be home that night, so he didn't have to worry about getting into trouble for, one, staying out too late and two, not bringing home any food or wine. Allen turned around and looked out the door, the man waved and walked away; Allen closed the door and locked it. He slowly walked into the kitchen, leaving a trail of water on the floor, and grabbed a metal scrub brush, meant for cleaning greasy caked pots and pans, and walked up the stairs. Once up the stairs, he got into the shower clothes and all. He didn't even bother turning on the cold water. He thought he would become clean again, after all he was told hot water kills germs, and right now Allen was covered in them. Millions of them. Crawling all over his skin, eating his flesh. Taunting him. Just crawling and crawling, infecting every inch of his body. One by one, piece by piece, Allen began taking off his clothes. After his clothes were removed, he took the scrub brush he had gotten and began scraping his skin, making every inch red and slightly bleeding. He looked down as a pinkish red color pooled at his feet. He didn't care. He scrubbed more until he felt satisfied that every inch of his body was relatively clean. It would never be clean again. He was forever impure, never again to be 'clean.' The water was scalding his skin and Allen was finally begging to feel relief, but the burn was slowly fading and the water began turning cold. Satisfied for the time being with his cleanliness Allen shut off the water and got out, leaving his clothes in the tub. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist, Allen walked across the hall into his room. He didn't bother turning on the lights. He then all but collapsed onto his bed. He lie there shivering for a while, and it only hurt his scabbing body. His skin felt like it was crawling and tingling but his mind was numb. He stayed there awake for what seemed like hours and eventually sleep consumed him, the darkness very welcoming. The storm continued to rage outside.

"Now suck...make me feel good. I know you want to." "Now! Do it or I'll slice your throat."

The man stood up and undone his pants exposing his huge member. Allen felt the man pull his shirt forcing him to the ground. Allen began bobbing his head back and forth. After a while the man pulled his member out of Allen's mouth. Allen once again felt the man grab his shirt and pull him into a standing position slightly choking him in the process. Once Allen was up the man pushed Allen's leg up and positioned himself between his legs, and then slammed into him. Allen screamed as he felt something wet trickle down the inside of his thigh, presumably blood. The man was moving in rhythm. He cursed his body for betraying him and he released on the man's chest.

"AAAAaaaahhhhh!" Allen screamed as his eyes shot open tears streaming down his face. He was gripping his sheets as hard as he could. His body was shaking and dripping with sweat. He shivered and pulled the sheet high over his head. He tossed and turned trying to push the images out of his head. Once again, after a few hours of lying motionless, the darkness engulfed his world.

Okie dokie! Sorry about doing that to poor Allen :[ BUT things will get better!

You guys will find out more about Lavi in a bit :)

I love getting reviews and I'm sorry my stories are always so depressing XD I'm glade everyone likes my story's far this one I'm going to make happier than my other story, Hero, so it won't be sad for much longer ;D Enjoy!