The Secret of Me

The Boy with the Flaming Hair

"Get to work ya lazy brat!" yells the man, a whip snapping, my hands move faster, I dig, and dig, and dig.

Grim and blood and many other things stain my face and tattered clothes that could barely cover my nurturance deprived body, frail hands pushed more soil away.

After all, someone had to bury the many bodies.

I arrived in this hell hole after being steps from death's door when I almost drowned in the ocean after Mert died.

The serpent faced man took me from the ocean and sold me once again.

I arrived on some island, controlled by a corrupt leader, forcing the orphaned children, like me, to work, but not just any work, the dirty work.

Burying bodies, cleaning sewers, and poisoning and killing our fellow slaves.

And if we didn't fill our quota, we died.

I was far from filling my outrageous quota one night, for which the night is when we worked, and I was in fear for my life.

Almost.

I was at the brink of giving in.

To let a comrade send me away from this world.

To be free.

Then my killer, he saved me.

He looked down upon me in the pit of bodies, I slowly begin to shut down, my movements more and more robotic, my hair more disorderly than usual, I was giving in, then there was a soft thud, a hand pushing me to the side, taking my barley usable shovel with him, then he began to work, shoveling piles of soil away, his hair red, reminding me of both blood and warning, but then as I looked upon him, he burned with light.

I then made one of the worst dissensions in my life.

I decided to trust him.

He finished my job fully and then turned to me, his expression blank, I knew I should have thanked him, to of said something, but instead I stare, my dulled blue eyes wide, my thin, fragile hands shaking.

"I'm (censor sound)" He said flatly, and I nod.

"V.... Vvv..." I kept trying to form my name, but failed repeatedly, only making 'v' sounds,

"V?"

I shake my head no, instead he laughs, an odd sound among the decided bodies we stood in.

"You're in more trouble than I thought, V." He said with a half, almost smirk like smile. "I know how to survive here. Trust me, I'll help you escape this rotten hell." He said extending a hand in which I stared at, shaking,

"Take it or leave, but it's your loss if you don't, I won't ask again."

I look at him and firm my expression, then grab his hand.

The shaking in mine stopped with his firm grip.

He grinned. "Good choice, V."

I nod, and he leads me from the bodies, to a small hidden trail among the rocks, not releasing my hand.

I blink as he let's go of me in a cavern like hideaway, in front of us stood a group of other kids, around our age, all boys.

I blink again in haling sharply to say my name, but the red headed boy took over, not letting me speak.