The young boy slapped the magazine into the 45.
Always having to kill to survive...
The boy looked down at his blood covered hands. The concrete room filled with blood only housed casualties.
It affects you.
The girl sat in his lap, ebony hair glistening in the snow.
Who you trust... Who you love...
The girl giggled, smearing pink frosting onto the boy's nose.
How you'll live your life.
The boy pressed his finger against the scanner. A panel slid from it's place, revealing a safe.
It plans your demise.
"It's the way life is." The boy muttered.
"Ciel..."
Well, the time to change that...
The door flew across the room. The boy's eyes widened. S.W.A.T. swarmed the room as he slipped into the vent. He replaced the grate silently, watching them search the room. He slipped through the vent system silently. He kicked out the grate, dropping into his room. Slipping on his gloves, he eyed the music box that sat on the nightstand. He grabbed his ring, slipping it onto his thumb. A silver band, and a sapphire in the middle. The sapphire was surrounded by small diamonds, that sparkled in the light.
"Police! Come out with your hands up!" He heard. The door knob rattled. He quickly grabbed the backpack, and jumped into the vent as the door flew in.
"Police!"
Is now.
