The Boy From The Stars

Prologue

Len

Everything hurt. My chest, my arms, my legs, my ribs. My stomach growled loudly, and I glared at the tray of bread and glass of water before me. "Tch," I scoffed, kicking both the tray and glass over with my feet. I'd rather starve to death before I gave him the information he desired. I glanced at my wrists, which were both chained to the stone wall behind me, and gave it a pull. Nothing, of course.

A cold droplet of water hit my cheek, and I shifted uncomfortably, the chains clinking silently. I looked up at the dome-like stone ceiling, trying to find the source of the leak with no avail. I cleared my throat, which was sore from screaming and yelling so often, and looked at my ruined clothes. My white top was torn, dirtied, like my black pants. There was a sound, as if the metal door across from me were unlocking, and it slowly creaked open and he walked in. I clenched my jaw, sending him a hate-filled glare.

He smirked, then squat down next to me, close enough that I could smell his minty breath. "Are you ready to talk yet, Kagamine?" He said, his deep voice echoing around the room. I scowled.

"You think I'd crack that easily, you motherfu-" He stood up abruptly and kicked me right in the stomach so hard I coughed up blood and gasped for air. Not good. If I was coughing up blood because of that, then then that should mean that my organs or bones should have been severely damaged. He didn't even give me time to properly breathe before he punched me in the face again. I coughed, and he grabbed my collar.

"You gonna talk now?" He growled. I muttered something under my breath, and he glared. "What was that?" He said. I weakly repeated it, and he leaned in closer so that his ear was next to my mouth.

"Go kill yourself," I whispered, and he pulled back sharply. I gathered up what little saliva I still had in my mouth and spat rat in his face. His face contorted in anger, and he punched me square in the nose. I heard a crack so loud that I was sure my nose was broken. After a few more punches, a split lip with even more blood coming from my mouth and at least one cracked rib, he shoved me back down into the cold, stone ground. He growled, obviously frustrated, and though it hurt whenever I breathed, I managed to conceal a smirk. At least I could make that bastard angry.

He squat down in front of me and pulled out a knife that looked like it was made out of shiny metal. But from the smell, I could tell that it wasn't metal. It was a knife made of osmium, a metal that I, and my race, were extremely sensitive towards. I managed to conceal a tremor of fear upon realizing what it was. He played with the knife before putting the tip on my cheek. I hissed in discomfort as I felt the familiar sting when it made contact with my skin.

"Such a handsome face," He said. "It'd be shame to have it so scarred and ugly. This is your last chance, Kagamine. Where is it?" I gulped, but still grinned.

"Like I'd tell a piece of shit like you." He growled and dug the knife in deeper, deep enough that it drew blood, and dragged it across my cheek slowly. I couldn't contain the bloodcurdling scream that escaped from my mouth. The knife left behind a burning and stinging feeling. At least, that's the best I could describe it into words. The actual feeling was nearly indescribable. He pulled the knife away, seeming a bit satisfied.

"Now..." He said, smoothly, "which eye do you favor? Left-" He pointed the knife at my left eye, the blade a couple centimeters away from my eyeball. I didn't dare blink. "-Or right?" I swallowed thickly.

"Tick tock, Mr. Kagamine. I'll choose for you if you're too slow." He waited a minute, and when it was clear that I wasn't speaking, he sighed. "Right it is, then." He pulled his elbow back, knife in in hand, ready to strike, when a sudden beeping interrupted him. He froze, then put the knife back into his coat. I almost sobbed with relief. He looked down at his watch. He sighed.