To Hell and Back - Afterdeath [UNDER EDITING]

Prologue

"What's wrong skele-bitch?" A voice mocked.

Geno flinched as a stranger kicked at him, as he rolled out of the way though he barely had enough energy to move, he hissed at the pain.

He heard snarls and jeers as he looked down the alley for some form of a savior. He glanced down only to be met by a pool of blood surrounding him.

"What will this do?"

One of them grabbed one of his ribs, and Geno's eyes widened in shock.

"N-No pleas-"

Fiery hot pain shot through his side, he blinked, barely registering the fact that he was going to die surrounded by strangers. And for what? The fifteen dollars Geno carried on him?

"That's enough. Let him go." A female voice said, stern yet soft.

The boys separated walking out the alley way. Clamoring and chatting with one another, much too casual for people who had brutally beaten a boy.

Geno tried to look at his savior but his vision blurred as blood loss finally caught up with him.

"Wow they really did a number on you, huh?" She asked, a pair of small legs bending down in front of him before everything turned black.