Pandora Hearts

Prologue

"SAAAAAAA".

A scream was heard from the inside of the mansion, reverberating through the tall arched glass to the outside- where it was pouring rain against the darkness of the night. If you were to stand there as the water soaked into your skin, you would not hear anymore commotion for some time. But if you broke through and shattered the grandiose windows, you would hear the heavy panting that followed.

"Haa."

"Haa."

See the light haired boy enshrouded in darkness, his eyes unseen behind it and his locks. Face down, staring helplessly into the floor, his young arms restrained.

"Oz Vessalius." Boomed a hard voice, deep and dominating. A man hiding his identity behind a dark, blood crimson cloak. Unrolling his gloves, he carried on speaking loud and clear. An announcement to those around.

"I, who bare the chain of conviction..."

Oz's heart was pounding loud enough to hear against the silence. 'Bump'. No one else spoke apart from that one man. 'Bump'. As the first silken glove fell to the ground, Oz looked up, revealing his clear emerald eyes which oozed innocence and mischief. Those elegant eyes widened in fear (for their shape was elegant- almonds, slightly tipped upwards at the sides), lips parted slightly to reveal a small gap- an entrance to the depths of his body. Fear of the unknown was only natural.

"Haa."

"Haa."

Lightning and thunder struck. The room filled for a moment with light, but the effect was eerie; the shadows only being darkened against the stark contrast.

"YOUR SIN IS..." The cloaked man's hand reached towards Oz's face, grasping it sharp and hard to tilt the boys face back so he would be looking up at him. Against the darkness however, this did not make the man's identity any easier to guess. At the sudden forced movement of his head, Oz's lips opened further to reveal pearly teeth- he would have a charming smile.

"...YOUR VERY EXISTENCE."

'CRACKLE' - lightning and thunder took part again in this scene, as if to agree to the claim. Still the man's face was hidden in the shadows of the cloak in the brief light.