A/n This is a slash story, so if you don't like it don't read.

Prologue

August launched himself at the door with shaking blood stains hands as he tried to move the handle to his freedom with no success, making him cry out in fear and frustration. He violently banged his fists against it fruitlessly again leaving bloody smeared hands prints behind. A searing pain sprang from the dangerously flowing stab wound that the maniac had carved across his back as they were in the throws of passion.

Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded near by, making August breath hitch in panic tear tricking down his face. He quickly swung round backing tracking his way to the kitchen in hopes of sneaking past his attacker and finding a weapon of some kind. A knife is what he needed his mind screamed to him if he had any hopes of defending himself.

Why had he not listened to his instincts?

A prostitute's life was a dangerous thing with unknown people ruling his life whether he was to eat that week or able to pay the rent of his apartment by the skin of his teeth.

He should have listened to the bad vibes that radiated from this punter that he had felt earlier. Now his life hung on winning this game of cat and mouse and he hadn't been faring very well up till now.

His eyes lit up as the small kitchen come to view as he squinted in the dark; stealthily he made his way towards it through the opened plan lounge thanking his lucky stars that luck now seemed to be on his side.

His luck however was shorted lived as he was yanked painfully back by a hand closing around his throat chocking him in the process. He clawed frantically at the hand gasping and spluttering as he tired to fight his way free.

The world around him was starting to become dim, limbs starting to feel like heavy concrete weighing him down making him movement become sluggish as his body was starved of vital oxygen.

The figure choking him to his death smiled a sickly sweet smile as he watched another life snuff out by his hands with glee.

His knife glittered in his free right hand from the limited street lights that broke through the cracks in the roman blinds, blood dripping into a puddle down by his feet.

They had to be eradicated from the earth his mind chanted. They are scum, evil and deserved to die. The young boy finally went limp, another step to making the world a more pure place to dwell.

As he drove the knife emotionless through the soft white skin of his latest triumph, he took a deep breath of the heavy metallic smell of blood that drifted up.