Kiss Me, I'm Deadly - Editing

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It was in the dead of winter in the far north of Russia. No one would dare to step foot outside on a night quite like this one. The local news sources even tried to forbid the people in the town from stepping out of their front door. It was fatally cold. But still there stood the fifteen year old boy, standing in the foot deep snow, with no coat, mittens, or hat. Just standing staring out at the snow cover field reaching miles past eye view.

The boy stood alone, within one hundred yards of a small brick house that was placed in the dead center of the field. He felt numb, not because of the snow and bitter wind, but because of what had just taken place. He had just watched his life be ripped apart at the seems by one vial creature. His knees started to feel weak and they slowly started shaking more and more, before they broke their hold and the boy fell onto his knees.

A cry pierced the night air. A cry that was filled with regret, sorrow, pain, and anger. Why him? Why did something so bad happen to a plain little boy and his plain old family? He didn't know, he didn't know what to even do. So he just stood in the snow and cried.

He cried for his father and his mother. He cried for him not being able to save the two adults that had raised him since birth. And during all this crying he didn't care that he was getting tattooed in frost bite. That he was slowly loosing feeling in his limbs. All he could think about was crying.

Soon the boy started to decrease the crying as he grew tired. His skin was now purple and black and painted in the dark red color that was now frozen to his skin. He didn't care that the cold was slowly killing him. All he wanted to do was wake up from the nightmare he was in. And sleep seemed to be the perfect way to get away.

"Wake up boy." A man grunted as he hit the shoulder of the teenage boy that laid in the cot before him. The boy slowly cracked his eyes and moaned in pain. His skin was sensitive and with even the slightest movement, even a slight turn of the head, he hurt.

"You're lucky boy. Ruslan wants you." The large man continued talking as the teen tried to slowly sit up. "And don't you complain about the pain. Ruslan hates complainers."

"Where am I?" The boy moaned out, which he got a chuckle in return.

"You are in Ruslan's castle. He wants to see you by the way. So get up." The man grabbed the boy's arm tightly yanking him up. In a mere second, the harsh man was laying against the far wall, groaning in pain.

"Fuck!" The man roared getting up rather quickly and running at the boy, who was rubbing his arm and staring at the wall in disbelief, not knowing what on earth had just happened. The boy quickly snapped out of it when the pounding footsteps came closer and he focused his stunned attention to the beast of a man coming at him.

"Borya!" A loud male voice boomed through the room. The large man, Borya, froze mere inches away from the young teen boy before collapsing to the ground huffing.

"What have I told you about the boy!" the same voice asked, more like yelled at Borya. The boy slowly turned his head to where the voice was coming from to find himself face to face with a young, strong looking man. The man had a tuft of ice white hair on top of his head that was pin straight and laid slightly in front of his eyes. His eyes were pitch black.

"Do not harm the boy. I am sorry Master Ruslan." 

"You may leave now Borya." Ruslan ordered. Borya swiftly made his way to his feet and walked out of the room. Ruslan then made his way towards the small boy that was frozen in fear and astonishment of what had just taken place.

"What's your name boy." Ruslan softly asked the boy. The boy hesitated a moment, unsure if he should respond or not. But since the man in front of him had just saved him from being pummeled by the huge man Borya, the least he could give him was an answer.

"My name is Kazimir."