————Rose————
She wasn't sure what she should do, she coax his aunt into intervening, after all, Nui's father would soon be there to beat the boy senseless for what he had done at school. He freaked out his teacher when he, for seemingly no reason, got up and beat one of the classmates in his class half to death. To be fair that child had tormented that pour Rose, but Rose was just acting her part. It had been the better part of a month she had spent pretending to be the victim of that deviant's antics. She looked over everything her master had given her to see what last-minute preparations she should make.
Nui was born into a tormented world, because of this, he's always had had a twisted sense of reality since an early age.
His mother and father verbally and physically abused him, but as all good liars should, they hid their true faces when in the company of others. They were sweet in public but manipulating and malevolent in private.
Being exposed to this caused him to be seen as a weird kid, cutting up dolls and sewing them back together even seen sometimes stitching his own skin. His double-faced parents reflected on him culminating in an almost split personality at the age of 12. He is sometimes nihilistic believing that life is meaningless only finding true euphoria in edging him close to death but on the other side hopeful for more and sometimes charming believing he can change... that people can change. This led to him being very unstable and changing his mind on a whim, which is what led to the chain of events that she didn't even have to set off. Looks like I don't have to do anything after all.
————Nui————
Nui was at home, he had just gotten off his computer and had been staring out a window writing poems in his journal when he heard his parents arguing with his aunt again, the only woman that really showed him true unconditional love and affection. He struggled to restrain his anger with his parents. She was the only one who ever really cared for him and to hear the people he was forced to call parents bicker with her made him sick.
He heard his father shout "You dirty whore, you really think giving my brother STDs and child support bill entitles you to tell me how to raise my damn kid!?!" He heard the loud ringing of a slap.
He grit his teeth holding back his anger as he continued to write, well he tried, trying to brush it off as just another one of their petty disputes became increasingly harder.
He then heard something that caused him to snap, he figured his father was a bad man but he never thought that he'd be a killer, but then again his father had been a part of a dangerous crowd, but that didn't matter right now, what mattered was the metallic sound of a gun cocking "this will show everyone not to fuck with my family. I'm tired of this shit, all the fucking crap you've caused us!!!"
He widened his eyes and looked around his room for his switchblades, the ones he had stolen from that man he was forced to call a father. He found several and picked up the sharpest knife in the drawer. He grabbed one and held it in his shanking hand, keeping his hand behind his back as he quietly walked out of the hallway, staying behind him. Then he saw it, he saw his damned father point the end of the barrel at her whimpering form on the floor.
"Time you get what you deserve!"
He broke, he didn't hesitate, in his fury he quickly snuck up behind him, breaking free all his pent-up anger, finally letting it release, flipping open the blade stabbing the man in the neck.
His father pulled the trigger in his shock firing and hitting his aunt.
He fell back into Nui's arms and stared into Nui's eyes as the life drained out of his own. His body goes limp in Nui's arms and his mother was frozen.
"Wha-" his aunt was at a loss for words.
Finally snapping back he noticed his aunt is shaking and bleeding, too afraid to even lookup.
"I- protected you, you're fine now, this was for you." He said more trying to convince himself than to console her. He fell to his knees in his father's blood, quite literally knee-deep in blood, he looked to her, locking eyes with her with shaky gaze, then noticing he shot her.
His mother finally moved to look at him, "what have you done."
An hour later he was in the back of a police car, the officer chuckled as she saw his worn-out face. "Long day huh?"
"Hmm?" He ignored the questions and continued to stare out the window and then to the empty seat next to him, thinking about what's next, what will happen to him.
"Crazy right. One second you're doing well and the next your knee-deep in the blood of others."
"Funny how things turn out huh"
He said to the officer, letting a smirk come across his face naturally and lightly headbutt the window in boredom. He was officially mad. An officer was talking to him as if he had just come back from a hard day of work, his surroundings became increasingly unrecognizable, his father was dead by his hand, his life was changed and most of all, he had no idea the condition of his aunt... did he want to know?
"Never killed my father before though, that's a new one for me, part of me at least. Hehe... you might not want to do that, you might accidentally crack it or worse, get their attention, and then they might get in... hehe."
He stopped for a moment tilting his head in confusion trying to register what she just said. In a low voice he asked, "Part of you?...and who's they?"
"Look out the window again, really look."
He looked Genuinely curious, and what he saw was stomach-turning and actually freaked him a little. He saw the people outside, no longer human not completely anyway. "Don't look for too long, you may see something you don't want to."
I'll look back at the seat still not understanding what's going on "Where the hell are we." He started looking around the car in distress.
"Should have asked that back when this became a taxi. We're almost there. See my boss needs to help out his loyal servants and I'll have him appraise your body, you don't seem built for the mantel though... I wonder what could happen. What you'll get, I'm honestly quite excited myself."
"My body?....." He looked down at his arms. "Mantel????"
He sat in silence for a minute thinking about what this lady could possibly talking about, he was just going to have to accept being kind of thankful he's not home anymore.
"Alright well... I need your soul for this next part and well... it's bad manners to just ask a stranger for their soul you know... so... I'll just take it." Her hand was blacker than it had been before stabbing it into his chest and pulling something out of him leaving him feeling empty, like a pit formed in his stomach.
"Interesting, I'll show it to him right away."
She got out of the car and walked up to what looked like an infinitely large mass of black hearts, muscles, what looks like dice, and shadows, he begins playing with his essence? His soul? You'd aren't sure to say the truth and waves over to one of his minions. He crushed them and mixes them with the lost piece of him. He vomit from the sheer disgust of the black mass playing with his lost piece like slime.
The girl takes the lost piece, now corrupted, from the large mass and brought it to him "oh you're awake? That's interesting, I guess you'll be needing this back then." She joked
He reached out to her thinking about how the hell he was still even alive. She took his hand and smiled at him "here you go." As the lost piece made contact it was reabsorbed and he passed out.