Mine || 전정국

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( 15 Years Ago )

Click... Clank... Click... Clank...

The ominous sounds continued to echo through the desolate cobblestone pathway as the young boy in tattered clothing continued to move forward, dragging a suspiciously large bag behind him. An odd crimson liquid seemed to drip from the bag, yet the young boy and the inhabitants of the alleyway paid it no heed. This was something common in this neighborhood...

"You finally made it" a husky voice rang in the air as a bag filled with gold coins was thrown on to the ground in front of the young boy who did not even flinch. A sigh escaped his parched lips as he released his grip on the bag and knelt down to pick up his pay.

"Where's Felix?" he mumbled as he glanced around the small shop belonging to his current employer, "He should take the pics and clean it up, it's starting to stick"

"You really need to be more considerate, that's a real person you're talking about" Felix's voice rang causing the young boy to glance his way. His haggered expression caught the young boy off guard as he made his way towards the large bag he had been carrying. Scanning the bag Felix couldn't help but sigh "Couldn't you have made it clean? You know how hard it'll be for me to clean this mess up? Is he even recognizable at this state?"

At his inquiry the young boy merely shrugged his shoulders, "He was being annoying. You know how I hate wasting time. Time is money and I'd rather not waste it trying to be nice"

"You know you're being annoying now right? Especially because you keep bringing home these mangled corpses and leaving me to deal with cleaning them up so they look decent for a picture?" Felix grumbled, clearly annoyed at having to clean up the mess the young boy had intentionally created. "Why is your name even The Prince of the Night? You're more like a rapid bull- well if bulls get rabies!"

The young boy ignored Felix as he walked out towards the mansion of his adopted parents. Today was the day... The day he would finally escape from the nightmare. Today was the day he would make a break for it and try to escape.

He knew he wasn't the greatest of kids and he knew well he didn't deserve any kindness for all the assassinations he had committed , but he couldn't stand being forced to do what he didn't want to. What he wanted more than anything was to live like the other boys from the neighborhoods that were not his own. He wanted to play ball games and eat ice cream with friends.

The only reason he was returning to the mansion was because he had left the necklace his real mother and father had given him. He hated having to wear it during his assassinations, so he always left it back home.

As he entered through the doors, none of the maids paid him any attention. Taking that opportunity, he rushed upstairs towards his room and grabbed the necklace. Without even second guessing, the young boy rushed out the doors.

"Where do you think you're going?" A stern voice rang through the distant halls causing the young boy to stop in his tracts. A killing aura seemed to reach out towards him as his body began to shake uncontrollably.

He was afraid... Afraid that if he were to turn back to look, he would be trapped in that suffocating home without even a chance to escape. He would be a puppet who's every move was planned by a cruel master puppeteer.

"Your father is asking you a question" another stern voice rang in the air, preventing him from moving. His feet remained glued to the tiled floor as two pairs of footsteps approached.

"Well?" His father's voice echoed, piercing his eardrums. Cold beads of sweat formed on his forehead and he felt a hand touch his shoulder.

"Your father asked you a question dear, I would answer it if I were you" his mother cooed as she forcefully spun her son around to face her sinister face. "After all the trouble we took adopting you and saving you from that nightmare, this is how you repay us? By running away and not even answering when we asked you a question?"