Chainsaw Boy

Prologue

All he could he could hear was the sound of a chainsaw reved. The taste, of what he persumed to be blood stained his mouth. How many of them have I killed now..? He thought to himself . Enough to buy my freedom- probably. He'd have to hope it was at any rate. Besides, Its not like the wannabe Yakuza was that big. It was only 60 people. Thats only six tens er- right? Meh. It wasnt like Denji had to be good at math anyways. I mean what could it do for him, Its didnt really matter how much he paid off. Its not like He'd ever get enough.

He shook his head. No he got away from that crowd, No one was going to believe a 10 yearold killed a bunch of thugs on his own. No one.

Denji looked down at his now splintered hands. The two chainsaws that sprouted utterly drenched in his own and well, everyone elses blood. Now being in relative safety (As safe as a zombie corpse riddled warehouse can be anyways) An anxiety crept in. H-how do I turn back? C-can I turn back?- W-wheres Pochita? Did he- did he- He wanted to scream. But he couldnt, or atleast he felt that way. It was lodged in his throat. He wanted to cry, But, once again he didnt know how. He was trapped in his own body. He was scared, but there was no one to listen

CACHUNK. He jumped back startled. Screw this, Screw this. He cowered in fear. Was it the mafia again? Maybe they even had real Devil Hunters. J-just dont be stabbing again- please He closed his eyes shut and curled in a ball, Pleading for the end to be swift.

The only stabbing that came was blinding light that seared into his eyes. He felt himself shake as a cold breeze hit his exposed chest. Please. Please-.

Tap. tap. tap. The sound of footsteps approaching came closer and closer. He could here murmurs behind him
"Somebody cleaned up shop here."

"Another devil hunter agency?"

"Unlikely" A Feminine voice? Has he seen one of those before?

He wouldnt dare to look. Not right now, the courage that pushed him to fight the zombie devil seemed to have dried up. He was done fighting back. He just wanted to be human, and Pet pochita with human hands. And eat bread with his human mouth. Was that really so damn much to ask?

"Oh I seem to have spotted the culprit!" the womans voice rang with mockery. The steps sounded only feet by.

I-I dont want to- His plea was interrupted, As something utterly alien hit him. Warmth.

Arms wraped him tightly in a firm hug. The feeling of rough fabric brushing against his skin, and a silky black contrast running down his spine. Suddenly, relief hit him as he felt.. the arms and his armored head melt away in relief.

"Why hello there" The unknown ladys soft voice cooed. As the hug tightened comfort seeped in.

He had little time to savor it however, As in his moment of calm, The Sandman snatched him into a deep sleep...