It was pitch black outside. No clouds left in the sky, all of them had been covered with the dark sky. The moon was gone too. No eerie but comforting light to watch over the sleeping city of New York, wait. Let me rephrase that:
New York never sleeps.
At least the stars were out tonight. Well, most of them. The factories and pollution had stolen some of their fiery golden shine, but the glorious stars still shined bright, determined to light the way of the restless. They watched as certain raven-haired boy crept out of his cabin, dressed in blue pajamas. The stars watched as he passed the blooming strawberry fields, and as he stepped into the East River. Still watching as he turned the corner to a forgotten ally way.
The boy leaned against the rugged brick wall, breathing in and out slowly. He loved coming here, at night, exploring the city when most weren't around. It provided some sort of thrill to him. He loved to stand in the corners of the city, alone with his thoughts. Just like old times,when he was a little twelve year old wandering the city. Just like old times, except for one small thing.
This boy wasn't alone.
Shooting out from behind the peeling dumpster emerged a ragged, scraggley man. He grabbed onto the boy's faded orange T-shirt and held fast, flashing a cruel crooked toothed grin. The boy cried out, stumbling backwards in an attempt to pull away. This of course didn't work, the man held on tight. The man let go with one hand and pulled out a pocket knife from a hidden pocket in the his torn flannel jacket.
The raven haired boy was lean and probably had the advantage of youth, but he was caught by surprise. The older man slashed the knife and the boy instinctively put his hands in front of his face. He felt a sharp sting and soon the taste of copper filled his mouth.
Blood.
"Hey there pretty boy, got any goodies for me?" Spit flew out of his mouth and the boy caught a whiff of alcohal. This man was drunk, he wasn't trying to hurt anyone.
The man raised the knife, preparing to strike again. But little did the elderly man know, his victim was ready for him. The boy twisted his arms around the man and shoved the older man away from him, changing his footing to a practiced fighting stance.
The man came at him again, the knife gripped tight in his hand. The raven haired boy pushed the man once again, sending the his attacker stumbling backwards into the dumpster he emerged from.
The man didn't get a soft landing. His terribly thin body crashed against some trash bags, knocking its contents to the ground. The impact smashed some glass bottles and the shards broken through the man's skin. An awful amount of blood seeped from the wounds. Suddenly the boy stood still, looming above the man. His sea-green eyes seemed to glow as he stared at the blood covering the concrete.
The stare was filled with malice and longing, but worst of all...
HUNGER.
The man's eyes widened in sudden fear as the raven-haired boy lunged toward him. The boy pounced on the man and yanked the knife from his trembling hands.
The boy stared at the man, locking eye contact for about a minute. The older male lay defeated, waiting for a horrible end to come to him. Oh it will, but some things take time.
Suddenly, the man couldn't move. His body, frozen now, lay limp. The boy smiled, but there was no joy in the smile, just cold amusement. The boy flicked his wrist, and the man screamed in agony.
His skin was on fire, as if his blood was trying to escape. His muscles were tensed, his body on overdrive trying to find the source of this despicable pain he was forced to endure. The younger boy slowly man a clenched fist and the pain only increased. He didn't have the strength to cry out anymore. The older man was like a puppet on string, dancing to the movements of the puppeteer. His limbs spasmed like he was having a seizure. The man could practically feel his blood swirling around his heart, wrapping itself tighter and tighter and tighter and...
He couldn't feel at all.
gone.
The man's eyes lay open and wide, but were lifeless. His limbs stopped their frantic movements and came to rest. Just for the occasional twitch of a blood stained finger, all was still.
The stars still watched, even against their will as the raven haired boy shakily stood up, the cruel shine leaving his sea-green eyes. The boy looked around, confused, but gasped as his eyes found the mutilated body at his feet. He dropped the knife he had been grasping and let it drop to the ground. The boy stared at his hands, appalled to see them covered in blood.
A shaky, chocked sob filled with horror and distress echoed down the darkally way. The boy slapped his hands over his mouth as if hearing his own voice would bring back the evil that had done this terrible thing.
His back slid down the wall and the tears started to come.
The stars watched on,
as the crying raven-haired boy's body shook with heavy sobs.
They were still watching, still listening, as the boy whispered,
"You promised her, you promised."
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Secrets Are Better Kept
Fanfiction"He had nearly lost himself. Oh wait, scratch that. He did. " Percy was changing, from the inside out. Percy had a secret, one he would never tell. Percy was a monster, nobody could deny it. HE WAS A MONSTER.
