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Flashback A pale figure slipped through the trees, a limp in his step and a dangerous dimness to his eyes. With each step he left behind a footprint outlined in blood that had seeped from the huge gash on the side of his leg. A male's silvery eyes burned into his mind, his long-blade was permintantly scarred into his leg. With a sigh he lumped onto a rock. He couldn't go any farther without tending to the wound. Meanwhile, a man clad in black with long silvery white hair and matching, dragon-like eyes wove through the trees, following a set of bloody footprints deep into the woods. He was skilled at hunting humans, and the glint to his eyes held a deadly light. He'd catch the boy this time and put him out of his misery. A clearing opened up ahead of him, revealing a boy slumped on a rock. Neck-length, umber hair hair obscurring view to the boy's large crimson eyes. The boy was clad in gray, but his left pant leg was tainted with heavy blood. The silvery-eyed male only watched, hand on the hilt of his long sword. Slowly the umber-haired boy began to rip shreds of his clean pant leg off, using the bands to stop the heavy flow. Each shread of pressure caused the boy to cringe and he truthfully wanted to cry out in pain, but he was too used to it to give into such urges. This was his brother's third attempt on his life since they'd moved, and yet Beauty Slashing could not find out what would cause his brother to turn on him so. For years they'd been closer than anything, and Rune -his brother- would even comfort him after the cruel men left and Slashing didn't have to 'work' anymore. He hated those men, even more than them, he hated his father and what he made him do. Rune never said anything bad about dad, but Slashing saw the anger in his eyes. Was that why Rune wanted to hurt him? Because he made him think bad things about their father? Rune had a very 'clan' based mind, as some demons did, and they rarely went againts their clans unless their clan turned on them. Slashing always knew that...knew that was why Rune would not tell Father to stop, and knew better than to ask himself. Father never listened to him, he was just a pretty object in Father's eyes, and the man treated him like it. Finally the bandaging was done, but at the same time Slashing heard a soft crunch to his left as the silver-haired male stepped forth. "Beauty..." The male said, his voice as silvery as the rest of him, but it was colder than anything Slashing had ever heard. "Rune...don't call me that... That's what they call me, please..." The boy was on his feet now, ignoring the pain in his leg as he began to backstep away from the older male. Tears were sliding down his cheeks. The silver haired male was looking at the ground, one hand clutched in a fist at his side, the other hand clutching the long sword as he slowly pointed it at the boy. "They won't call you that ever again." Slashing was trembling now, but something strange was happening as well. All around the two males the air was becoming heavy, thick with a strange energy...vaguely resemblant of static. The silver-eyed male's gaze flashed up, ripping into Slashing's soul. "Slashing! What are you doing?!" Crimson eyes were full of salty tears now, and the boy was shaking madly as he let a soft, pathetic "I'm sorry" escape his lips. At that moment the static in the air condensed and surged through the long blade, causing the silver-haired Rune to cry out in distress. The ammount of electricity through his body sent him into a sort of shock, knocking him unconcious. With a choked sob Slashing turned on his heel and rushed through the heavy foliage. |