Location: Unknown
Time: 1:00 a.m.
3rd Person POV
10 Years Ago
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Sniffling reverberated around the small bedroom. A little girl was recovering from the slap she had taken minutes prior. Half of her face was beet red and her sky blue eyes reflected the same. The girl cowered away from the man, who was towering over her small figure. The man sneered and was about to slap her again when a humorless laugh echoed around the almost bare room.

"Now why would you want to do that?" The surprising young voice 'tsked'.

The man gasped in shock but stupidly sneered. "W-who are you?" It was plainly obviously he was terrified by the bodiless voice.

Instead of answering, shadows coiled around the man's neck and limbs. He choked and sputtered as the wispy shadows tightened. They moved like snakes, slithering and shifting. The girl, who was still cowering, whimpered and moved closer to the wall. But instead of hitting the wall, she hit a silky surface. The young 3-year-old gasped and tilted her head up.

There standing omnisciently, was a young boy around the age of 7. A black silky cloak billowed behind him as wind whipped around the figure. The inside of the cloak was black as the void and silver reflect off the silk. Holsters were strapped around his thin thighs, holding two twin pistols with silencers. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans and a void shirt was showed often underneath the moving cloak. Red glowed behind him and if you looked closely, then you'd see the hilt of a sword trapped inside a sheath. The most terrifying about the young lad, was the mask. Similar to a bird's, a beak made from black leather and a steampunk look covered the rest of his face. All the girl could do was look at his beaked face and red beady eyes behind the steampunk glass.

The man, still tangled in shadows, hanged limply from the ceiling with a thick rope around his neck, creating a suicide like scene.

Piercing crimson eyes landed on the 3-year-old. The shadows untangled themselves form the man and rushed over to the girl. They, instead of killing her, gently lifted up the girl into the older boy's arms. He cradled her softly, as she whimper from every stroke of his hand along her now bruised face.

The boy looked sadly at her. Despite being a young cold-hearted killer, he strangely already felt a sisterly-bond with the 3-year-old.

A muffled voice came from behind the boy's mask, "it's alright, young one. What is your name?"

His voice was soft and angelic to the girl, unlike when he was talking crudely and with malice, "R-Rae Daniel."

The boy tilted his head as the girl trembled at him, "Rae, You come with me you become like me. If you don't, you won't survive to see the next constellations. Your choice, Sheep Friend."

"Will you come?"