Betrayal of Euphoria «Book 1»

I

A boy attired in black trudged alone in the middle of the damp street. Shadows covered his pale form as he passed worn-down apartments. The abandoned complexes creaked as the wind blew against them, giving the area an eerie aura. A breath of exhaustion was released from the lungs of the wanderer and he instinctively covered his mouth; it was rude to yawn in front of people...whether they were living...or dead.

The hairs on the pale boy's neck began to stand on end and a feeling of dread suffocated him. He felt wary of his surroundings...as if something was about to happen... The dark haired boy shivered, his hands running over his arms, comfortingly. Footsteps echoed from the darkness behind the young male, causing his paranoia to spike. His black hair covered his face as he turned around in a panic.

"Wh-who's there?" He whispered in a fearful voice into the night. Receiving no response eased the boy's paranoia and he shrugged it off.
"Blu!" The boy heard his name and he jumped, startled.

Blu shook his head and blamed it on his fatigue. He had to be imagining things, right? He treaded on the sickly, wet asphalt, bits of shattered glass crunching under his black converse as it made contact with the white laced shoes.

Blu didn't bother watching where he was going, so the dark-haired boy intently stared at the road, deep in thought. The spectre of being hit by a car didn't faze him, and so he kept wandering.

"It's not like anyone will miss me," Blu mumbled under his breath in a spiteful tone.

"Hey look! It's the cunt!" A voice shouted from behind him.

Blu could feel his throat become extremely tight and his body froze in fear. He wheezed, struggling to breathe in his illusion of fear. Scorching water felt as if it were being poured down his back.

The feeling of paralysis frightened him and the distant sound of rapid footsteps seemed to becoming louder with each passing second.

"Shit, I should've listened to my gut..." Blu whimpered. His eyes that resembled the outline of lightning, filled with tears as he stood there unable to move.

His felt his throat tighten even more and the footsteps were as loud as ever. Blu struggled to inhale the dry air and when he did, it was a challenge. A heavyweight sat upon his chest and the feeling of the arid air cut the back of his throat.

A hand clenched his throat. It shattered the fearful state of shock Blu was in and the newcomer easily lifted him off the ground. Blu's eyes examined the person who had snatched his throat. Shadows were covering half their face, but he easily recognized it as his bully, James.

Another figure stood by James and the sound of gum being obnoxiously smacked emitted from the silhouette. Blu presumed it was either his girlfriend Liyla or just another one of his hookies.

Although the face of the mysterious woman was covered, she wore a tight black dress with a pair of black stilettos. Her pale legs glistened with some sort of moisture as if she just left a pool. She took a step forward and the choking boy recognized her to be James's girlfriend, Liyla.

Blu noticed the makeup which caked her face while her cherry-red lipstick was smeared and faded. Red marks outlined the jaw and lips of James and Blu internally gagged, easily guessing what the couple were doing before this.

"Hey, stop eyeing my girl, fag!" James growled, clenching his fist around the black-haired boy's throat even harder.

Blu bit his lip, trying to not reply with something witty. "Damn, if only he could just kill me or let me go--"

Blu could only cough as he lamely struggled to breathe.

"Yes, I was always fond of death, but I never intended to die in a painful and excruciating way."

He pathetically scratched at James's hand as he struggled to breathe. Blu chewed on his lip as the thoughts to pry James's hands off his neck filled his imagination. The sweet, brisk of air entered the choking boy's lungs as he was slowly dropping. His head smashed against the asphalt and a whimper was released from his lips at the sudden agony.

Blu could feel a warm liquid trickle down his head and into his eye. He attempted to wipe the mysterious fluid from his eye, but the sudden coldness of another liquid caused him to halt in his tracks. He sat there in a state of confusion and pain.

Blu craned his head up and squinted at the figure in front of him who simply stood with their mouth open in some sort of shock. It seemed to him that he had gone deaf as he stared at the person in front him. The fuzziness within the cerulean-eyed boy's vision cleared and the realization that James's throat had been cut open struck him.

Blood gushed down James's neck and dribbled out his mouth. He was paralyzed as his arm was slowly being sawed off. Soon it fell to the ground with a disgustingly, squishy thud.

Something protruded from James's stomach and the area around the object began to stain red. Blood soaked the white cloth of the boy's shirt and the object was suddenly jerked upwards. The sound of tearing skin filled the air of the night and Blu placed his hands onto his ears in an attempt to block out the dreadful sound.

Blu gasped in shock and stumbled back as the sounds became louder. A sleek black gun was placed at his temple and it fired. That's what Blu's head felt like. He dizzily maneuvered away from the bloodied corpse of James.

The distant screaming of Liyla could be heard as James's corpsed thudded against the ground with a revolting squelch. Blu could see the vibrant red of the blood as it glistened in the moonlight.

The stomach of the dead boy was thrown to the side and it's pinkish tint was slowly being devoured by the red of the thick liquid.

Seeing the bloody organ made Blu's own stomach squirm in repulsion. The pale boy who was tainted with specks of blood squirmed in discomfort.

A shadow moved as Blu slowly inched away from the body. Dark, crimson eyes filled with malice shone in the faint light provided by the moon and stars. Glints of a weapon made Blu's heart thud in alarm. He chewed on his lip in a state of panic and slowly arose to his feet.

Now realizing that the night has been deadly silent, Blu saw another body...Liyla's body. Her legs were now glistening with the bitter taste of life which had escaped from their tubes.

The distinctive taste of metal filled the air while the sound of footsteps could be heard. The only source of light was suddenly blocked by the towering shadow of the murderer. Gulping down the sense of horror, Blu shakily asked, "wh-what d-do you w-want?"

A dark chuckle escaped the silhouettes' lips. The cerulean-eyed boy attempted to attack the taller, and most-likely stronger, shadow, but failed miserably as he was pinned back to the ground. Another agonizing headache pounded within his skull.

The person above Blu had medium-length brown hair which tickled Blu's blood splattered face. Their crimson eyes bore into his electrifying, blue eyes, which had earned him the name of Blu.

A sickly, sweet giggle erupted from the red-eyed murderer and a cloth was placed over the struggling boy's mouth and nose.

Blu became limp from the intoxication of chloroform and was dragged by the mysterious person who left the bodies of the killed behind to rot.

Crows flew down from the dark-lit sky and pecked at the flesh of the bodies. Ravens who swooped  down from nearby houses tore at the distorted figures, viciously. Animals, rats and other nearby rodents alike gnawed at the food until there was nothing but bones and merely a cerise-colored bloodstain left behind.

[Word Count: 1355]