Scelavera (Chronicles)

Abandoned

Shadows created by what seemed to be never-ending buildings and skyscrapers loomed across the abandoned city as the grey, ink smudged clouds loomed across the sky. Swallowing up any sight of the sun or patches of the cyan sky. It was recent; but it all seemed to die in an instant. Now all that travel through these parts are the smugglers or dodgy gangs hoping to find their next hideout. This was Nurado. A carcass of what used to be the biggest connection between the lands greatest countries. After the first world war which followed the Maidens demise; this place was forgotten. Now crumbling and turning to dust. Though it is true that simple wonders stumble into this forgotten place. Soon to be taken out and grabbed by whoever chooses to claim it.

It didn't matter how small or innocent they were. Those who crossed the wrong paths; only have themselves to blame.

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"Get back! Or I swear to god I'll beat your head in!" A small, desperate voice yelled while a group of three larger and older men stood over him. The boy must have been 3.2 feet compared to their 5.5, that being the smallest of the group. But yet he tried to stand strong whilst his right arm bleed from being recently dismembered and the smaller girl behind him leant up against the wall. His outburst only seemed to amuse the group however; while the shortest messed with his rusted butterfly knife in one hand while another tapped a lead pipe on the floor. "The kid has some fight in him. I'll say that much."

"We already got an arm... But I don't think they're survive out here much longer. Their dumbasses for wonderin in here... So lets take the lot. Yeah?"

"How much do you think kids organs and body parts sell for?" The pipe one uttered to the biggest, who seemed to be the boss. "Dunno, don't care. I'm sure there are some bitches out there who will literally do anything just to keep their to keep their 'precious angels' live. Now hurry up. We're waste'n time and who knows when those darn soldiers will be back." The other two men nodded as they began to approach the dark brown haired boy. Despite trying to act tough, on the inside he was terrified. Which soon easily poured onto his face with every step they took. It didn't help he was starting to loose consciousness due to the lack of blood in his system. But he was willing to go to his dying breath to save the girl behind him. She was all he had in this world after all; so he soon gained his ground once again and stood tall.

"Oooo~ The kids tryin ta protect his lady friend... How cute." His small, yellow eyes stayed on the mans butterfly knife as it spun at his fingertips. Knowing deep down that the blade would be the finishing blow to his already shortened lifespan. But he was prepared to take it as only the small one approached. "Still stayin yer ground huh. Well I'm impressed, but it won't be lastin long with all that blood yerv lost!" And he swung at the boy. Only to come into contact with something else. There was a thud as his body his the floor. Once opening his eyes again; he saw her on the ground. A large gash across the left side of her torso while she lay on the floor; balled up spitting out blood. "A-Ava!"

A shocked expression was across the small guys face. He didn't expect the girl to actually take a hid for this kid. But soon it went away as he shrugged to himself; realising that it didn't matter. Now they both couldn't run away. But still, the boy got up to rush over to his injured partner, only to be kicked in the gut and flung back to the wall he crashed against before. Only at a much harder force. "Stay back kid, clearly she volunteered to be the first. Keep doin what you're doin Joey."

"Gladly~" Licking the fresh blood which covered his blade he knelt down next to the girl; carefully identifying where he should cut first while she whined in pain. "Come on. Stop flipping eyeing the girl up and--" The voice was cut off by what seemed to be the sound of a sink being clogged. "...Annnnnnd what boss?"

"...Joey..." The other one muttered as he was already looking back. Soon the other man did the same and was frozen in place. In their distracted state the dark chocolate haired boy rushed over to his wounded friend and quickly pulled her away as much as he could before collapsing himself but soon looked over to. By that time the voices of the men finally broke back into his thoughts as he looked over to what now was two corpses with deep cuts in the neck and now a third just collapsing to the floor. A sigh escaped the protagonists mouth before turning to look at him. The first thing which hit was the cold, deep blue eyes which seemed to just stare right through him. Halting his breath for a second before realising he needed to breathe in order to keep his remaining energy afloat. But his reaction and emotions were all a tangled mess.