The BloodHound (boyxboy)

I

It was dark, it was always dark in his room. The only time he was let out was either for more experiments, or to fight the others that were kept here like him. He was never let outside the building, and he had long since forgotten what the outside world looked like.

His memories were fuzzy, small glimpses here and there from before he was kept in this room, before the experiments. Those few glimpses were of the interior of a house and 2 blurry figures. He could only guess that the house was where he lived before and the figures were who took care of him.

He was chained to a small silver cross, his knees on the ground, a bloody pentagram beneath him. He wore a tattered white button up, dried blood in different places, and torn faded black shorts. The cross and shackles on his wrists and ankles burned his unnaturally pale skin, though he had long since gotten used to the sting and no longer reacted.

He could faintly hear fighting above him, but he paid it no mind as he stared down at the floor in a daze. The sudden click of the door to his room caught his attention though. It was slowly pushed opened and he could blearily see a figure who walked in and stared at him, he couldn't recognize them. He lifted his head and opened his crimson eyes and stared back.

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Those glowing red eyes unsettled Shota and as he slowly approached, he slipped his hand into his belt and pulled out a flashlight, lighting up the room. What he saw, Shota would never be able to unsee.

It was like a satanic ritual. A pentagram etched on the floor in the center of the room, painted with what strangely looked like blood, and a silver cross at the far end of the circle at one of the tips of the star. Chained to the cross, was a boy with snow white hair who looked no older than his own problem children.

'This boy must be special, why else would his cell be drastically different from all the other children in the facility?' Shota thought as he approached the boy cautiously. "Can you hear me?" He spoke out softly, he didn't want to startle the boy after all. All he got was a simple nod for an answer.

Shota flashed his light around in order to find the keys to unlock the shackles on the boy. The sudden movement of the light caused the boy to let out a low hiss, squinting his eyes nearly closed as he was blinded.

"Sorry..." Shota let out an apology as he located the keys by the door and took them off the hook. "I'm going to get you out of here okay?" Shota kneels down in front of the boy and begins to unlock the shackles on his wrists. Once their free, his arms limply fall to his sides and his body slumps against Shota's chest.

Shota quickly unlocks the shackles from his ankles and gently wraps his arms around the fragile boy. "I got you kid, you're safe now." Grabbing his flashlight and putting it back in his belt, Shota lifts the boy up and hugs him to his chest as he stands up and leaves the demonic room.

The boy loosely snakes his arms around Shota and nuzzles his head into the crook of Shota's neck. Without warning, Shota suddenly feels pain spike up from his neck, the white haired boy had bitten him! Shota almost drops him from the sudden shock and lets out a gasp.

"Let go brat!" Shota yells out and the boy instantly complies and removes his fangs from the older male's shoulder. Instead of biting, he now licks at the wound like a kitten, as if to apologize for the sudden assault. "Don't do that again." Is Shota's only reply.

~•~

As soon as Shota exited the emptied facility, the white haired boy hugged him tighter. "H-hurts..." was barely bumbled into his shoulder. The boy was most definitely a native to England, his accent extremely heavy, his voice deep and raspy from under-use.

Hostiles that had been captured and yet to be taken to the police station for questioning had suddenly began crying out towards Shota, or more prominently, the boy in his arms.

"My Lord, save us!"

"Give us back our Savior!"

"My Prince! Don't let them take you away from us!"

It seems these people practically worshipped this fragile boy in Shota's arms. 'That would explain the satanic feel to his cell...' They must have been some type of cultists, and this boy was their proclaimed Savior.

The children who were still being escorted out took one look at the white haired boy in his arms and instantly began to hide or visibly shake. The other children feared this boy, something about him caused the other children to not even dare give him another glance.

Shota shook his head and stepped into one of the ambulances that had come with them. He doubted the boy would let go, so he volunteered to watch over the boy while on the way to the hospital. Something about this specific kid made Shota feel as though he had to protect him with his life.

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