Death's Middle Name {boyxboy}

Prologue

~Tuesday 2nd January 2018~

"Now, that wasn't nice, baby," the man seethed, a deep gash over his left eyebrow seeping blood down onto his cheek, "we were just getting somewhere and you had to go and fuck it all up," Alwynn struggled in his captor's grip, choking on his own breath when the man's hand tightened around his airway, "why couldn't you just be happy with me? Why aren't I enough?!" Alwynn whimpered weakly when his captor bellowed in his face, the man's voice beginning to grow distant the longer he starved the boy of oxygen, "I wanted to give you the world," the man whispered, tears in his eyes, actually looking miserable as he choked Alwynn, acting as though he was the victim, "but if I can't," Alwynn stilled suddenly, a strange sensation in his abdomen, a wetness dripping down his bare skin, "then no one can," Alwynn gasped when the man removed his hand from around the boy's throat, but he didn't move. Instead, his gaze drifted down to the fire poker protruding from his stomach, his trembling hands trying to pull it out.

"You want it out?" the man whispered bitterly through gritted teeth, wrenching the metal from Alwynn's abdomen and plunging it back in a little higher just as fast, the boy's howl of agony clearly falling on deaf ears.

"I guess that's the closest I'll get to being inside of you, if only it could have ended differently," the man muttered mournfully, stalking from the room. Alwynn slid down the wall, clutching his stomach as the blood seeped through his fingers, sobbing from the pain yet no noise leaving his lips. Through the haze rolling into Alwynn's mind, he heard the door open, but not close. His captor had left. Or at least wanted Alwynn to believe so.

"Ninety-nine... One hundred..." Alwynn murmured after what seemed like a lifetime, finally knowing the man wasn't coming back. He whimpered, dragging himself from the corner of the room, out of the pool of his own blood, the door a mere blur in his vision. He grunted and groaned with each movement, every fibre of his being wanting to lie down and just die. Everything but his heart.

In his heart was Vant, and Alwynn couldn't just leave him. Not like that. Not when they had had so little time. No. He would get back to Vant. Even if he had to drag himself all the way back to his front porch. Alwynn tasted blood, and knew that wasn't good, but he was so close. So close to the doorway.

"Please..." he sobbed weakly, gripping the threshold, pulling himself just a little further, feeling the freezing air on his skin. There, his body gave out, his arms no longer listening to the screaming commands from his brain. Instead, his head fell back against the cold stone of the step just outside the building he had been held in and he braced himself to take his final breaths.

That was until he heard the voices, and the hope swelled within him. Maybe he wouldn't die that night, maybe he would live to see the sunrise.