Dark Love

Chapter One

Dark Love
Chapter One
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The young maiden grunted as she was slammed back against a brick building, her mouth filled with blood, tears running down her cheeks..
She had put up quite a fight against the man who had pinned her down, but none the less the man was more powerful.
Any idiot knew not to mess with him..
The most notorious killer of the decade;
Sebastian Michaelis.
"You are such a waste of my valuable time, little lady, screaming and shouting for the cops
'Officers! Save me, save me!
Help me, help me!' How pitiful really...
Daddy never taught you how to throw a real punch, huh?"
The pale man cackled, keeping the lady pinned down with one arm as he slicked his black locks back, his red eyes gleaming in the dark alleyway..
For a serial killer he sure dressed nicely; black slacks and white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a belt which held all sorts of toys, and some dress shoes which now, sadly, were stained by muggy, dirt water and blood
"Y-you're psychotic.. They're going to kill you..."
Sebastian merely chuckled under his breath, grabbing something from his belt and twirling it in his fingertips.
"You're not the first to say that to me toots, hah, and you won't be the last!
Now.. Since you keep runnin your mouth..
Let's shut you up."
The man suddenly shoved something into her mouth, a squeak managing to come out through the woman's closed lips.
The next thing she knew, she was left duct taped and wriggling on the cement, crying much harder than before, the strange object in her mouth emitting a strange beeping which she could hear..
The killer just strode off, a small remote in his hand with a single red button
"Lucky you,
You get to go out with a bang."
He pressed upon the button, and he could hear the splatter of what was sure to be blood and brain matter upon the cement, her body no longer struggling and lying limp upon the ground..

"Wow."
A small voice interrupted the literal dead silence and the man just stopped in his tracks.

"Out of all the people I've seen die,
Seeing someone's head getting blown up is sure a first for me."
The killer slowly turned around, his eyes narrowed as he laid eyes upon..
A child.
No older than fourteen, staring at the brain matter and body of the woman that Sebastian had just killed, staring at the sight like he was impressed, intrigued, but not by that much. A certain boredom etched across his face, despite what he had just witnessed.
"What, are you going to just gawk at me? Really?
Oh no, a teenager. How scary."
His voice, though weak with fatigue and sickness, dripped with a certain sarcasm.
Of course, Sebastian didn't dare appreciate the subtle sarcasm nor liked that there was a witness to his killing that had almost gone unnoticed; how could he have been so blind?
Turning on his heel to face the boy, he only let out a short
"Hah"
Before he had pinned the child to the brick wall behind him, just as he had done with his previous victim, except now he had pulled a knife from his belt, pressing it against the boy's neck.
"Well don't you have a smart mouth~
That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed-
Actually, no, that's a lie.
Even if you hadn't blessed me with such sarcasm, I still would kill you."
The man dug the blade into the boy's neck, dangerously close to his vein, droplets of Crimson beginning to run over the silver length of the weapon the killer held in his hand.
The bored expression never left those sapphire eyes, the boy even being daring enough to shrug half-heartedly. Actually, he looked almost amused by the circumstances.
"She gets a bomb, and I get a slit throat.
How cliche. Seriously, I thought you would be more original than that."
He waited for a moment, before smirking up at the man.
"Are you going to kill me or not?
Seriously, I'm waiting. Go right ahead."
The killer found himself growling, his Crimson eyes seeming like bright embers that would emit from a blaring fire. His eyebrows were furrowed angrily and he found his free hand forming into a fist and punching right into the boy's stomach
"What a little bastard.
You don't deserve anything special, you piece of shit. In fact, you deserve a slow..
Painful death..
A torturing if I had the dam-"
"WE'VE FOUND HIM!"
"..... time."

A squad of police officers were running towards them, handguns held up and ready to fire towards Sebastian who merely used the child as a shield, pulling the younger against his chest, knife to his neck.
"Good evening officers!
Oh it's so nice to see all your darling faces, they're all gonna look so pretty all bloody soon~"
"Sebastian Michaelis, you're under arrest for murder, come quietly or we'll shoot."
"My my, are you all blind? Don't you see I have a hostage here?
Hellooooo!
See kid, what did I tell you, you're not worth shit."
The killer glanced all around, certainly feeling cornered in this situation
"Come on now boys... I know I'm a pretty big deal but you're gonna let him die? Wow."
A soft groan passed the now captive boys lips.
"Lame" He muttered.
"Cops always show up at lame times. Things were just getting interesting.
Hey, Mr. Sebastian whatever, if you slit my throat now, that would be less cliche.
I don't actually think I've seen someone freely murder in front of the cops."
Too seemingly everyone's surprise, the boy seemed dead serious.
He didn't struggle at all in the grasp of the killer, and a bored and slightly annoyed expression remained etched on his face.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, truly thinking about just spilling the boys blood right then and there because he was becoming irritating
"The boy is an accomplice, no hostage acts like that!
If you won't come quietly, then we'll open fire!"
Everyone was about to pull their triggers but Sebastian was a quick one-
He pulled out a smoke grenade from his belt, throwing it to the ground so both he and the child in tow were now hidden from the officers. Perplexed, they looked around themselves but all too afraid to take a shot into the smoke, afraid to hit one another.
When the smoke cleared Sebastian was on the roof of a building, dangling the boy over the edge like he was a mouse and the men below were hungry cats
"I told you kid, you earned yourself a torturing, and it's starting now.
I'll finish you myself once I have a little more time on my hands.

HEY OFFICERS!!!
LET'S PLAY HIT THE PIÑATA!
SHOOT AT THIS LITTLE GUY RIGHT HERE AND YOU'LL GET A SURPRISE~!"
Sebastian pulled another grenade from his belt, chuckling darkly as he threw the grenade down towards the officers, the safety lever releasing
"A LITTLE SNEAK PEEK TO WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU HIT HIM!"
The grenade exploded as soon as it hit the ground, screams erupting from the men but were quickly silenced.
The grenade was big enough to blow all of them into smithereens and the man sighed, shrugging while still having the child dangling over the edge of the building
"I guess I picked too strong of a grenade, how disappointing. I would have liked to see an agonizing look of pain upon your face if you had gotten shot, but I suppose I'll see one soon enough once I'm done with you."
The man darkly grinned and pulled the boy back on to his feet, only to handcuff his wrists together and haul him over his shoulder-- which was done with ease-- the child weighed nothing.

Warmth.
The man's body practically radiated it, like a powerful heater. It was a big difference from the frigid air of the alleyway.
So, against the thoughts yelling in his mind not to, the teen simply thought 'fuck it', freely allowing his body to relax in the hold of his captor.
"How sad." Came the now murmured response of the frail boy.
"Too bad you didn't get to see me all covered in my own blood, or my dying face.
All nice views, I assure you."
He gave a soft chuckle, slowly beginning to feel his eyelids grow heavy.
"To be fair about earlier, I didn't even know grenades had different strengths.
It would've been epic, though.
Dying piñata style... from a bunch of police officers..
Not cliche in the slightest.."
His voice grew softer by the word, and soon enough, the small child was fast asleep in the hold of the killer.
Sebastian listened and felt as the boy drifted into a slumber, causing for him to raise a brow. He couldn't help but let out a deranged chuckle, seeing this child in his arms just rest as if he was relaxing with his own parent, how absurd.

"A child not scared of death, sleeping in a serial killer's hold, man...

And I thought I was fucked up."

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