Okay, you still don't learn the boy's name, but I swear you will next chapter. I swear to you. This is a flashback. It's only a flashback. none of this is present. If I put in the next chapter the thing would be really long, and I don't want it to be that long. I know this may be a bit, okay maybe a lot, confusing, but bear with me. It's full of blood adn gore and torture and slang and bad little boys, but please bear with me. This is a flashback of the main character's past. I hope you like it.

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Flashback 1

The Beginning

A little brown haired boy wandered through the crowded streets, his head hung low. His milk chocolate brown eyes stared at the ground. Small, bony arms hung limp. Ribs were visible through his brown, once red, shirt. His too big jeans hung low on his hips. His feet were bare, and scratches marred them. Bruises covered his arms, legs and back, but no one seemed to notice.

Hordes of people pushed past him, knocking him into walls and other people. He made no sound as he was about, not even a gasp or a grunt. His fingers were jammed into his pockets, preventing him from helping to ease the blow. He was suddenly grabbed and roughly shoved into an alleyway.

“Look at what’s out of its cave. It’s the little freak boy. Your mama was a freak too, always looking at people funny and shit. You take after her.” The boy looked up at his attackers.

Three teenage boys stood over him. The eldest, the leader of the group, was only around sixteen. His unruly dark brown hair stuck out at all angles. His brown eyes glinted with madness. His jeans were cut. His arms were bandaged. And he wore no shirt, showing rippling muscles.

The second was much shorter and didn’t have as much muscles on him. His fiery red hair draped over his face, showing only one dark green eye. But he didn’t look as mean as the first boy. He looked like he actually had a chance of a good life, a happy family, not a place in jail like the first boy.

The youngest of the three had jet black hair and big blue eyes that shone with fear and confusion, like he didn’t know whether or not he should be doing this. He looked like he had been forced along by the way his eyes kept darting around nervously. He fumbled with his fingers and hopped from foot to foot.

“Freak,” the second boy hissed. The eldest nodded. “Just like your mama. She was a freak too. Always saying how people were going to get hurt. You know, you’re just like her. You have to be. You are her child, after all. A little freak that doesn’t deserve to live. You’re the reason we suffer!”

“W-what a-are we g-going to d-do to him?” the youngest asked.

“Nothin’ much. Maybe a bruise here an’ there. That’s all.” The eldest grinned wickedly and the little brown haired boy knew that that wasn’t all.

“Oh. O-okay. I don’t wanna make it noticeable.”

The second boy stepped in. “Tyler, ain’t nobody gonna notice. Hell, we could smash his face in and nobody’s gonna give a shit.”

The youngest, Tyler, nodded. The eldest grabbed the little boy.

“See Tyler? He’s not gonna tell no one.”

“O-okay, Brad. Just…don’t kill him.”

Brad rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He dropped the boy to the ground and kicked him in the ribs. The boy made no sound as he was kicked again.

“He’s not responding. Kai, do something,” Brad commanded.

“Got it.” Kai grabbed the boy and threw him onto the floor. He pulled a knife from his back pocket. The little boy heard Tyler gasp.

“You said you weren’t gonna kill him!” Tyler shrieked, covering his face with his hands.

Kai looked up. “I ain’t,” he said, dragging the knife across the little boy’s arm. “So, what’s your name?” he asked. No response came from the boy. Kai growled and shoved the blade into the boy’s shoulder. The boy’s lips parted and I hiss escaped. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

The boy mumbled something. Kai leaned in closer, pressing the knife in farther.

“What was that?”

“Kai, stop! There’s too much blood!” Tyler screamed.

“Shut up, Tyler. Kai knows what he’s doing. The boy ain’t gonna die.” Brad grinned, and his smile showed that he wasn’t being truthful with what he said to the younger boy. Tyler shut up.

Kai pulled the knife out of the boy’s shoulder. The boy groaned and closed his eyes as blood spilled down his arm.

“So tell me, what’s your name?” Kai pushed the knife into the boy’s thigh.

“I’m not going to tell you!” The boy’s voice was unexpected and Kai loosened his hold on the knife a bit. He quickly realized what he had done and pushed it in farther. “I’m not going to tell you know matter what you do!” Kai wrenched the knife out of the boy’s thigh and placed the tip at the boy’s heart.

“You know, I don’t like your attitude.” The boy whimpered. Tyler lunged forward, but Brad grabbed him and held him back.

“You said you wouldn’t kill him! Don’t do it!” Tyler shrieked. Kai ignored him and Tyler began to scream for help. Brad placed a hand over Tyler’s mouth.

“Shut up. Let him kill the boy. We’ll be doing our share of good in the world. Go on, kill him Kai.”

Kai applied pressure to the knife and all the boys watched as it sunk into the boy’s flesh. The boy squirmed in pain and agony. Kai laughed and looked the boy straight in the eye, expecting to find fear. But that’s not what he found, and his laughter died instantly.

“What the hell?” Tears gushed down the little boy’s face, but that’s not what caused Kai to stop. It was the boy’s eyes.

They flickered from brown to red, to violet, and then back. Kai saw hurt in the brown eyes, anger in the red eyes, and emptiness in the violet eyes. Kai stepped away from the boy, his knife still lodged in the boy’s heart. Blood dripped from Kai’s fingertips.

The boy’s slim frame shook violently. His forehead was bleeding. The skin had somehow ripped apart, and continued to do so. It was like taking a pair of scissors and cutting through fabric. Blood oozed from the wound.

“What the hell are you?” Kai screamed. The boy sat up slowly, his eyes violet. He stared straight at Kai and their eyes met.

Instantly Kai saw images himself, though older. The first image was of him kissing his girlfriend goodnight. In the second he was older, and he was married to the girl. In the third he was holding a newborn child. In the fourth he was laughing and talking to his wife as their daughter clung onto his leg. And in the last he was old and slowly dieing.

They say that when you’re dieing, your life flashes before your eyes. In this case, Kai’s would-be life flashed before his eyes. Everything that would have happened to him was there, but now that would never happen. Because the saying is, when you’re dying, not if you’re dying. And it clicked in Kai’s mind that he was dying, he just didn’t know how, until the pain shot through him.

It was unimaginable pain coursing through him. His skin burned. His blood boiled. It felt like electrically currents were running through his body. His vision went white. His brain seemed to quit working. And his heart beat too fast.

“What are you doing to me?” Kai screamed. He tried to make his eyes close, or stop staring the boy in the eye, but nothing worked. It was like his eyes were frozen there. He needed help, but his friends were gone. They abandoned him, left him with this thing.

“I’m killing you,” the boy replied simply, like it was completely normal. “I’m killing you from the inside.”

Kai screamed again. “You feel that pain? That is nothing! I feel this every day! You want to die, you want it to end, but it doesn’t! The pain multiplies, and buns within you! I want it to end too, but it doesn’t. Well lucky you! Because I’m going to kill you now. You’ll thank me when I reach you in hell.”

More blood gushed from the wound on the boy’s forehead. His arm hung limply by his side.

“Help me!” Kai screamed, but no one heard him, or no one cared.

“They abandoned you, just like everyone abandoned me. I don’t feel sorry for you.”

“Please, make it stop,” Kai begged. He fell to his knees. The boy grinned maliciously.

“With pleasure.” Kai’s heart suddenly stopped, and then exploded. His body pitched forward, blood leaking from his mouth. Kai’s eyes lost contact with the boy’s eyes and the boy stumbled backwards, his head hurting.

Why was there so much blood? Where was the blood coming from? Everything began to blur. The boy heard his heart slowing.

His heart…Kai had…knife…his shirt…soaked in blood…

The boy grabbed the knife protruding from his chest. He winced when he accidentally pushed it in farther. He couldn’t get a good hold on it; there was too much slick blood. He grasped the handle as best he could and tried to pull the knife out. It budged and came out a bit, but it was still lodged in there.

The boy could feel his strength draining quickly. He was seeing spots. “No…” the boy gasped out. He gave a sharp tug and the knife came out. He dropped the knife on the ground. He placed his hand over his heart, feeling the warm blood pulse onto it.

It was like torture. He was being tortured to death, but he wasn’t dying. Shouldn’t he already be dead? Somebody had to help him. Somebody had to save him. The boy’s head spun and he fell backwards…right into someone’s arms. He looked up and a smile crept onto his face. Someone was here to help…

-End Flashback-

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Okay, I know that was confusing. If you have any questions, email me or message me or something and I'll answer your questions to the best of my ability. I know it was blody and there was waaaay too much dialogue, but please, for the sake of the story, bear with me. I'm trying very hard to make it somewhat okay. And remember, this was only a flashback of the main charater's past. If I have misspelled anything, I am very sorry. I tried not to. I even used spell check.

But please review. It would make me happy.