Murder? I Think Not. (BoyXBoy)

Prologue

Prologue

It all happened in a small part of Vancouver B.C. Canada. A young boy, well if you consider 13 young, anyways. A young boy was walking to school to talk to one of his friends, also a new mom. He saw her and walked up, "Klara, tell me is it 'him'" the boy asked emphasizing the word him. She nodded, tears falling down her cheeks, the boy turned to see the 'Him', his rage overflowed. He ran up the the boy he was looking for punching him in the face. Hard. "HOW COULD YOU ARTURO" He screamed punching him more. By the time people came to stop the fight, Arturo was on the floor barely conscious. "Alexander stop now" The Principal yelled at the boy. Alexander glared at her growling, but shakes his head getting out of the grade 12's grip, he grabbed his bag and went inside the school. Little did Alexander know, Arturo was in the local Mafia and his daddy wanted revenge.

Later when Alexander got home, he saw red, red, red everywhere. The bodies of his mom laid on the floor shredded organs everywhere, tears flowed down his pale cheeks, he turned and ran to his little brothers room. Red. Was the only thing he saw again, his brother was on his bed his eyes open and tear stained cheeks. Alex realized his brother was crying hoping for Alex to save him, his brother eyes once full of life and happiness, now empty and sad. Alexander couldn't handle the sight so he ran, he ran all the way to his grandma's house.When he got there red, again the other thing could see, his grandma on the floor dead, grandpa next to her. Alexander was broken, lost and scared, he didn't know what to do, but before he knew if he heard sirens of the police. Soon someone tapped him on the shoulder, "Are you Alexander Lee Smith?" A lady's voice asked kindly. He nodded still in complete shock of everything he saw already, "Hey buddy, get up we need to take you to the orphanage out in London England" She lady said gripping his shoulder lightly. He nodded standing up, his bright cerulean blue eyes, now dull and gray.

After hours of driving to the airport in Vancouver, he waited another hour to get on to his plane. 13 hours of sitting on the plane, between a snobby kid and a fat guy who keep laying on Alexander's shoulder and drooling. By the time he got off he wanted to die, of both boredom and sleepiness. He looked around and saw a man holding a sign that had his name, "Hello Alex, I'm Jake, I'll be taking you to the Orphanage" He smiled at the almost lifeless boy. Who only nodded and followed him to the car outside, "So how was the flight?" Jake asked trying to be friendly. Alex grab the look saying 'Horrible, just bloody horrible', Jake chuckled, "That bad eh?" Jake asked. He nodded as the Orphanage coming into slight getting out of the car as soon as it stopped. He walked up to the door with his only bag. "Go now Alex" Jake said smiling as he drove off. He walked in and the whispering he heard before stopped almost as fast as lightning. He knew what the whispers were about, him and what happened, "Everyone this is Alexander, treat him well" One on the Adults said smiling. He nodded and walked away to sit down, once he did he heard the whispers again, "I heard he killed his family" one of the girls closet to him whispered. Her friend agreed and they left, "I hear he didn't even care" A dark haired boy whispered softly to his small group of friends. He sighed softly pulling out his headphones and iPod, plugging it in and listening to music to zone out the whispers.

He blared the music bobbing his head slightly, content with this he got and walked around a bit finding a Kitchen, bathroom, living room, gameroom, and many other place he went to the living room and sat on a chair in the corner. This is where this story begins but not on this date, no but 3 years in the future, where young Alexander is 16.