Warning: This chapter contains gore and vulgar language, read if only comfortable

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The child - no more than seven or eight- softly wrapped his pink, thin little fingers around the small frightened bird, and cooed. The bird, it's hammering heart calming down as the child cooed to it, stroking it's little head lightly. The child giggled loudly at how soft and silky the bird was, cocooned by his hand. A wide smile was stretch across his face, lips slightly parted, his pointed teeth slightly visible.

The skin around his bright, curious violet eyes stretched out a bit, because he was tired and had tear stains on them. But he forgot about all that as he stood at the white painted window sill, standing still with the bird snuggling in his hands. The bird chirped contently, making the child burst into another fit of giggles. He smiled wider now, grinning with all his teeth shining.

A dappled, lose blue shirt hung off the child's bony shoulders, even though it was lose, his skinny frame was evident. Black trousers bearly hung around his waist, his pale feet half covered by the pants. His toes curled in the carpet as he laughed and the bird chirped again.

"Your so sooft...little birdie.." He laughed.

The sun was just setting outside, the orange glow flooding into his room from the window. The distant trees before the sun were sillouettes of twisted gnarled shapes, twisting up to the sky. The window was open, probably how that bird -a robin- got in.

Chilly air seeped it's way in, the temperature dropping ever so slightly. Not that the child noticed, he was way too preoccupied by the creature in his hands. So preoccupied that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him from behind.

The robin screeched as it got snatched out of the little boy's hand. The violet eyes shot up, meeting with another set of violet eyes. The only difference was however, the violet eyes he was looking into were hard and unsympathetic, cold and harsh, very unlike his innocent fear filled violet eyes.

"You stupid brat! What the fuck are you doing with this piece of shit?!"

The child let out a whimper of fear as the cold, angry voice cracked through the quiet room, splinting the calming silence that was there a few moments ago. The child's violet eyes flickered to the bird -now frightened- in the man's hand. He wasn't holding it that gently.

"U-uncle, please leave the bird alone" the child whimpered.

The man's eyes narrowed before he burst out laughing. Not a warm, kind laugh. A cold malicious laugh.

"You want this stupid bird? Here I'll give it to you"

The man held up the bird with one hand, and using his other hand he took hold of the head. The bird began frantically crying, squirming. This man had nothing good in sight. The little boy's eyes widened, the bird tilted it's head with force to look at him one more time. He stared into the black beaded eyes, for the last time.

"No uncle! Don't please! NO!!"

The man grabbed the head and twisted it, ignoring the child's agonising protests. He then bent the head backwards and ripped it straight off. The child's body froze, his voice cutting off abruptly as he stared at the now dead bird.

Veins hung off in trails from the neck that once held a head, blood vessels burst. Dark yet bright crimson liquid trailed down the fingers of the man's hands. One hand holding a beheaded birds body and the other holding the head itself. More blood gushed out for a few mere moments before stopping halfway through the ripped veins. The bird's heart beated frantically for another seven seconds before going death still.

He couldn't move. It felt like time froze itself as he stared. His mouth was half open, his eyes wide and unblinking. Horror and fear wrapped around his heart, like his uncle's cold fingers that were wrapped around his neck the other day, choking him. Even though his body was still, his heart thudded loudly. The man smirked at the state of the child. He looked at the bird before throwing it out the open window. All through this, the child remained still.

The man stared at his blood covered hands, his eyes moving to look at the child. The flame haired boy gasped as the man grabbed his face, pulling him close.

"U-uncle?"

The man didn't answer. Instead he brought up the other blood covered hand and smeared the blood over the child's face. The child screamed as the warm, sticky red liquid made contact with his face. He pulled his head backwards, trying in vain to get the hand off him. The man laughed coldly and his steel grip on the child's face tightened.

"You wanted your fucking bird, well I'm giving it to you" he hissed.

The child squeezed his eyes shut, praying all this would be over soon. But it was far from over. The man stopped smearing the blood and brought his blood covered fingers to the child's mouth. The boy's eyes snapped open, his heart hammering against his ribcage.

"Open your damn mouth kid" The man growled.

The child shook his head vigorously, pressing his lips together. The man gritted his teeth.

"Lui Shirasagi, open your mouth, or I'll kill you"

Lui's eyes filled with tears but he still kept his mouth shut. The man growled and forced his bloody fingers into Lui's mouth.

The metallic, salty taste filled his whole mouth. For a second, both of them were still.

Then Lui let out an ear-splitting scream

The man shoved his fingers down more, cutting off the scream and making Lui gag. Lui desperately needed to throw up. The blood was so disgusting, so sticky and just plain horrible. His innocent child mind could only think to struggle. Tears streamed down his pale cheeks, his eyes puffy and red. His nose was a swarm of pink.

He felt the fingers swirl around in his mouth, gagging him occasionally as he sobbed and wailed. The man seemed completely uncaring as he continued with to harass the child, enjoying every single bit of it. Lui brought up his small hands and began clawing on the man's hand, scratching the skin.

The man finally stopped, and threw the child there to the floor in annoyance. Pain errupted from his body as his elbow and side crashed to the floor. His skin burned from the new carpet burn.

Lui sobbed on the ground, his face smeared in blood, which was starting to dry up. His mouth filled with that disgusting metallic taste and his uncle standing above him and grinning. The scent of blood filled Lui's nostrils and he gagged again. He spat on the floor, trying to get rid of the horrible lingering taste. The child scrambled away from the man as he crouched down to his level.

"Go clean up, and don't you dare tell your parents, or I'll twist off your fucking head like that birds, do you understand?"

The child continued to sob, he bearly heard the words but he knew what his uncle had said. The man growled and leaned in closer. Lui brought up a curled up fist and rubbed his eyes, hiccuping before bursting into another fit of sobs. An irk mark appeared on the man's temples. He clenched his jaw as he stared at the child.

"I said, do you understand?!" He shouted, bearing his teeth and slapping the child's face.

The child whimpered a 'yes', nodding his head vigorously. His now red cheek stung with pain. The uncle smiled coldly, bringing up his hand to stroke Lui's face. He was too afraid to move, knowing his uncle has a short fuse.

"Now your being good Lui.."

The man stood up and left the room. Lui watched the door slam shut, before averting his gaze to nothing in particular. He stared blankly at nothing for a while, his large eyes were glazed over with anger, sadness and fear. He felt so ashamed, he wished he could've told someone but, the thing is, he has nobody.

He's alone

With that one last thought, he stood up, wobbling on his feet. To the bathroom he went, to clean himself up. As he went into the bathroom, he first thought of just washing his face, but on second thought, a shower would be better.

Just to make sure no traces of abuse would be left.

Nobody should know afterall, because who'd care?

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The next day, a quiet family sat around a table. Steaming hot plates of food were set infront of them, the quantity of food a little too much for such a small family. But the parents were willing to do just about anything to get their child to eat, who was way too thin, his face too gaunt for such a young age.

"Dear, you should really eat" the worried lady pressed on, her eyebrows furrowed in fustration and sadness, as she looked despairingly at her son, Lui.

Lui made a tch sound and purposely kept his head tilted to one side, like any other upset or angry child. It was damn frustrating to come to the dinner table and lose his appetite the moment he sees the food. The food wasn't bad or anything, he just didn't feel like eating. In fact, most of the dishes used to be his favourite, something he'll eat with gusto and never complain about. But not anymore. If he does eat, he'll most likely throw up.

The last thing his uncle did had a prolonged affect. Something he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon, or ever at all. Another man, with flaming green hair and yellow kind, gentle eyes stared at Lui as well. He reached out and covered the child's small shoulder with his hand. Lui nudged off his father's hand, his thick blue eyebrows drawn together in a fierce glare.

Lui's mother pushed her straight, baby blue hair away from her face, her violet eyes almost to the brim of tears. Lui's eyes flickered to his mother's face, and guilt immediately bubbled up inside of him. But he quickly pushed it down and let the anger pulse through his veins instead.

"Lui you have eat, it w-

"I TOLD YOU NO! GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD!"

Both his parents jumped as their child stood up and screamed at them, spit flying out of his mouth and out through his pale lips. Lui bared his pointed teeth. Something his parents use to find adorable, but now, he looked almost scary. They didn't know what was going on with their child. He used to be so sweet and polite, never complaining. Maybe he's just growing up?

Lui stood up in anger and rushed away from his parents, ignoring their calls. They were just so annoying. His bare foot skidded on the floor as he ran upstairs and through the hallways. The oak door of his room burst open and he rushed in. He threw himself onto his bed and buried his face into the white pillow.

They don't understand. They don't understand how ashamed he feels, how weak he feels. He wants to be stronger, stronger than anybody ever existing. He wants to over power everyone. The child's frustrated thoughts twisted around the cells of his brain, his fist clenched tightly, gripping his pillow. He hates his uncle. He deserves pain. Everyone deserves pain.

The innocent, frustrated child's eyes widened at his thoughts and he shook his head vigorously. What is he thinking? Nobody innocent deserves pain right? But then why is he bearing with all this pain? What bad thing did he do to deserve this? Lui sat up, drawing his knees to his chest. Did every single child go through this? Was it normal? He can't possibly be the only one right?

The silence of the room seemed to press down onto his shoulders, no sound at all, as if sound was to scared to reside in his room. The walls were closing in even though they didn't move an inch. The ceiling spun in weird, confusing circles even though the ceiling stayed still. The floor was rocking back and forth, but in reality, it was just a flat unmoving surface. All this, Lui saw before his eyes.

The child blinked and then blinked again until everything came back into focus. He looked around his room gloomily, as if he didn't know where he was. For a second he wondered if this was reality or if he was just dreaming. Did it matter? It didn't really matter, he supposed, lying down onto the bed and curling up into a tight ball.

As the child stared at the wall, his eyelids began drooping. A soft yawn escaped his lips. The slow warmth of sleep was trying to pull him in. Though he still struggled against the barrier of consciousness and sleep, why he struggles? He has no idea. But eventually, his eyelids drooped shut and didn't open again, letting the child sleep at last.

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Here you go -YanYan-chan- this is for the fourth contest(I think it's the fourth) of yours.

The word count is 2195

And thank you for letting me join :)