Third Person
Somewhere in Paris, France
5 years ago...
Aquilla remembered sleeping in the streets barely covered in clothing with no food and rainwater as his only source of hydration. If it isn't for a robbery that one night when he was 13 years old, he'd still be living his life on the streets. It was a small sacrifice of blood when he killed the owner of the antique shop for a small amount of money to feed his younger sibling. Police officers — He learned to loathe those people with his whole being. They were the scumbags who masked themselves with the honor and duty of protecting others, but inside the cages; they lust for a teenage boy who has no fight against their bats and tasers. He couldn't sleep through countless nights for the disgust and filth he felt running down his throat and body. Those traumatic experiences gave him the itch he hated having for the same sex. The ones who are there to help him were the prisoners who have been convicted of murder, felony, robbers, drug-dealers, and the socially dictated criminals — Sometimes the contents of the book will not be reflected by their title.
When the night comes, they'll try to hide me from the guard's sight. Some of them will risk their lives to protect the teenage boy. The women in the other section fought with them with words — it was illegal to imprison a minor, but they wouldn't budge while kept pressing the reason that I am a murderer. Most of them lost their life just to hide him from the predators hunting me down. I thought justice will be served, but I have learned that the Government will side with their trusted cops. What can he expect from a system which allows a 13-year-old minor to get jailed?
"They tried to escape," reasoned the other one.
"They attempted to steal my guns," they lied like it was breathing.
"We found snuck drugs and weeds inside their confinement," they planted drugs and killed prisoners while giving condolences to their families like it was getting a good night's sleep after drinking warm milk.
A senior inside the cell he was assigned in had enough of the abuse they were doing with the boy and devised an escape plan for him. It turned out great for Aquilla, but unfortunately, another soul was given during his escape. Before he lost his breath, he entrusted him with a dagger drenched in blood and a few words, "Her name is Mi Amor. She helped me in times of need," the blood spilled on the sides of his lips, "I'm old. I don't need her anymore. Live on and take care of her. She doesn't like getting dirty, but if she has to — don't hesitate!"
It was the first time he had fallen in love with a girl. Of all the women in the world, it was an object which became his love interest.
As he was running, he closed his eyes after hearing 4 shotguns from the distance. He came back to the alleyway where his father left them. He came back with the hope of seeing his 4-year-old little brother again, but all he witnessed were the empty baby bottles and the flies flying around his brother's one and only batman shirt.
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"Mort!"
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xXx
Paris, France: Bar Haven
8:59 P.M.
It's only been a couple of hours since they found him in that awful basement, but miraculously, he could move. A special thanks for Raine's impeccable nursing and treatment for his injuries, he could freely move his arms and legs around the bed. His wounds were healing and clotting pretty fast. With the help of a few shots of pain relievers, he could move and turn without screaming his lungs out. It's been so long since he bonded with his dagger, it may bring back memories, but he'd rather play those memories back and forth to strengthen him. Without his past, he has no reason to live and prosper.
Due to his arm wounds, twirling the dagger around his fingers has gotten a bit complicated as it had fallen several times on his body while attempting to perfect a small trick. He could be full of fresh pieces from the crystal dagger's tip and blade, but it was another appreciation for his thick bandage.
The door opened and it was Dione who was holding back his laugh while peeking outside the door like he was expecting someone to surprise him. Aquilla adjusted himself so, he could see his actions more properly, "Where's Raine?" he questioned after hiding his dagger under his pillow.
"Now all of a sudden, you can talk," Dione clapped and cheered for him sarcastically before approaching the side of the bed.
"I have no choice, but to pretend. She kept asking me who killed those people..." Aquilla responded and rolled his eyes, "With her kindness, I don't think I'll keep it a secret much longer..."
"So I broke your leg. Feed you to the worms, drained half of your blood, and filled it back up with liquid bomb-" Dione pause and scoffed in disbelief after the green-haired boy chuckled in agreement, "And you're going to just tell her who did it because he made you a mummy for an early Halloween celebration?"
"All my life. It's pain and pain," Aquilla looked up to the ceiling before closing his eyes to the blinding lights. Dione just stood there and listened with his side leaning against the nearest wall, "This treatment is new. Saccharide was the first one to find this treasure. Maybe this is why he went nuts for it..." He sighed before chuckling and looking down on his bandages, "Lucky bastard..."
"You're not being fair," Dione snubbed after pulling a stool to sit on.
"All is fair in love and war," uttered Aquilla followed by a little laugh.
"No, you're just being an asshole..." Dione responded and got confused when the other male laughed louder. He turned to him with a questioning look, the only thing left is the flying question marks above his head to look like a comical character, "Did I say something funny?" he asked after Aquilla stopped laughing while wiping his eyes with his bandaged arm.
Aquilla shook his head cautiously before answering, "No, I'm just imagining what would be Walter's reaction if he hears you curse," The green-haired boy still remembered how Walter would blush whenever he makes bad words innocent.
Dione crossed his arms and smiled, "Yeah, after hearing me curse, he died! — GET OVER IT!"
"Did I tickle your nickel?" Aquilla asked and grinned, but after Dione looked at his pillow before smirking, he frowned and looked down, "I'll stop..." Like an obedient slave, he followed and stitched his lip.
The white-haired boy pulled out a crumpled paper from his pocket and tossed it for the green-haired boy to catch, "Now we're on the subject of war. You'll be ecstatic to know that the Saccharide's father stopped the on-going one," he said, "He left a challenge though..."
Aquilla read the entire text, but had difficulty with avoiding the patches of blood on some parts of the paper, "Interesting. Another initiation for her," he folded the paper carefully and placed it on the nightstand again.
"Yeah," Dione adjusted his position so, he was leaning closer to the green-haired boy while his arms are placed on the mattress then he set a very mindful reminder, "I'm certain she'll ask for your help so, prioritize your side."
Aquilla nodded and returned to his laying position when they both heard the barging footsteps just a few meters away from entering the room, "I could easily reveal the killer and the evidence, but I have important things to discuss with her."
"Mostly, about her priorities," he added before a never be seen angry female entered the room with fumes of red tint on her cheeks.
They both stared at her. The other was amazed while the other one was holding back his long kept laughter, Setting aside their differences, they have the same thought, 'She's going to burst...'