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He is a misunderstood soul. No, he is not misunderstood. There is nothing to understand about him. He can't even understand his own self. In other words, he's a soul like no other. The boy was not born this way, but evolved. How? If only he knew. If only they knew.



A dark haired boy approached a kitchen table filled with four other children like him. Foster children. The boy in black was forced in this hell pit. If only he could live alone, fully alone. He didn't need foster 'parents'. In fact, they didn't treat him like their child or a child to take care of and look after. They believe they were cursed. Then again, people will do anything for money; they kept the boy.

"What are you doing? You know we don't have room for you on this bloody table. You sit on the floor." The oldest child living here commanded. His hair thick like honey, color of it too, and a large build; he was not fat, but largely built. The boy with the black hair looked at him and frowned. He was sick of it. They never treated him correctly. He was human, just like them; he should sit on a chair. And what a liar the eldest child was, there was space. There had always been a chair left empty. Always. Ever since the children who lived with him grew old enough to see something off about him, they kicked him out. The 'parents' however, always found him scary. Off. Wrong. Demonic. Satan. Plain cursed.

"Bill you freakin' creep, just sit on the floor," a girl with light brown hair which could nearly be considered as dirty blonde spat while spaghetti hung off her thin lips. The boy with black hair, Bill, took his plate, which contained the least amount of food given, to a corner in the living room. It was a corner created by two large coaches. It was a hidden spot for Bill. He ate quietly in this corner. He hate slow. Chewed incredibly slowly so he could enjoy the little amount he only had.

"One day, we need to get rid of that child." The foster dad said while shaking his head in disapproval. The other kids all smirked, and the eldest, had the wicked smirk of them all. Bill had heard however, what the 'father' had thought. He didn't care. He held no reason to. Everyone wanted to get rid of him. Some even got rid of themselves to get rid of him. His parents had died shortly after he turned five. That's when it all changed.

Bill had been born normal. In fact, to himself, there was nothing abnormal about him at all. It was one thing that made him hated. One, say two, things that made him demonic to everyone around him. His eyes. No, it was not the thick black eyeliner bordering them. It wasn't his long eyelashes, which were very appealing. It was the color. His eye color that had suddenly turned a bright deathly red. Red like fire, red like blood, red which represented hell and Satan. It didn't help he wore dark make up around them. His eyeballs only looked scarier. It also didn't help he had piercings, it did not help he dressed so dark and mysterious. Nothing helped.
He had once asked his foster parents when he had turned thirteen, if they would buy him colored contacts. They refused. They didn't have enough money to spend on some kid who was supposed to give them the money. That day, he cried his red eyes out for hours, causing the white part to turn red. When the other children came to taunt him once more and they looked into his fully bloody eyes, their hearts raced. One even began crying himself from utter fear. Bill sobbed more, and harder.

The boy was born with normal eyes. His parents blessed with the bluest eyes most people had ever seen. His father had sapphire eyes like crystals which Bill still clearly remembers. His mother had lighter shade of blue. It looked the sky. The sky including the light colored tinted azure clouds. However, Bill was born with brown eyes. Brown. The color brown like chocolate and cocoa, it was a warm color. Over the first four years of his life, they began developing into reddish brown color. Once he turned four and half, they were bloody red like the red paint from a can. Ever since that, both his parents had been killed mercilessly in a train wreck. To be tossed and turned with dozes of other people's red blood.
It was then he was taken into foster homes. He went through six all together. Two had rejected him the second they saw his face. Bill has the face of an angel. His lips plush and pink with his eyes shaped so miraculously. His nose was straight and flawless. His eyes destroyed it all. As of now, he's been living with the same family for four years. Four long devastating years. He was sixteen now.
People believed he was a curse. They saw him as a stunning boy used to manipulate the people around him. That they would fall in love with his genuine beauty then some time, he would 'attack' and destroy their lives.

When Bill had been brought to his third foster home, he lived there for a few months only. And those few months ended because he had been playing with the boy who lived with him on the play set outside. He was pushing him on the swing and teaching him a little game he knew. His game was to twist the chains over and over again until they reached your neck causing you to no long coil it, then let go to spin in circles until your laughter turned into joyful tears. Bill had left to get a drink of water, leaving the little boy to explore with the chains. When he came back, the boy was dead. The reason was to be left unknown.
His parents had told him that he was supposed to have a twin brother. However, they told him that shortly after their birth, the other twin had died suddenly. Apparently, he had been a killer before he was old enough to understand the action.
They red eyed boy had cursed many people; never intentionally however. It just happened. Every time it did, he cried. His cries always ended up into overwhelming sobs which causes him to faint in the end.


Bill finished his food and took his plate to the sink to get washed. Then he dragged his long legs back to his little corner and just sat there. He raced through his mind to come up with something worth thinking over. The boy remembered the last thing spoken about him.

"One day, we need to get rid of that child."

He wondered why they hadn't already. Surely he believed by now they'd at least try killing him. Maybe they could tie him to a chair in a train them purposely drop it off the edge of an unfinished train track. Maybe they could take the chain of a swing and tie it around his neck until he suffocated to death. They could have just killed him. Why didn't they? He shared no purpose to live. The boy felt like he didn't deserve to breathe the same air like the rest.
Bill closed his eyes and his jaw began to tremble as he silently wept in his corner.

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Bill woke on a rainy afternoon. Yes, afternoon. The night before the boys living with him had decided to play videogames all night, causing Bill a hard time to fall asleep. He slept in the same room as all the foster boys. However, he was not allowed on the bed. They forced him to sleep on the floor. He was not allowed to use blankets. They taunted him saying he didn't need them. If demons had fire 'powers', they should heat up themselves. Bill was no mystical creature with such powers. He could not heat himself. Besides, Bill as always cold. Even on the warmest days he'd rather wrap himself up in a little jacket just because. When he slept, he wore winter clothing for going out. Never pajamas.

"Look, it's finally awake now!" one, younger than Bill but not by much, shouted while viciously laughing. He kicked the dark haired boy's legs as Bill attempted to stand up. "Julia and Kent say we umm... need to go out somewhere. They say we're not doing much during our Winter break. And YOU'RE coming like it or not." Bill sighed. Every once in a while they had to go out together as a 'family'. Pff, what family? He thought.
"Up. Now." The girl with tan hair commanded now biting her lips. She was dressed in a tight black long-sleeved shirt and gray jeans skirt with neon green tights. She can't match, Bill thought to himself. Bill stood up and blinked, he had noticed all the children were around him. He lived with three boys, and two girls. The youngest female was only around six, so she didn't know much. Bill had a very close relationship with the girl when she was around four. He would spend all his time with her. Mainly because she couldn't judge him, and her giggles only brought him happiness. The older female foster kid, age of fourteen, then started pushing the child away from Bill. Where he could now no longer play with her. He grew more depressed since then.
"Kent and Julia are not coming with us. Neither is Nelly. We're going for a walk outside. Got it?" the older girl, Velicia, said with her arms crossed over her chest. The boys nodded and Bill looked down at her in annoyance.
"But, but it's raining outside..." Bill stated nervously. Normally he didn't speak much. They didn't allow him to, plus he never had enough to say.
"That's the good part." One of the boys answered.
"Right, now let's go." Another one of the boys answered, this one being Bill's age but three months younger.

They left the room, all with umbrellas. Of course, no umbrella supplied for Bill. There was just never enough for him. Bill pulled his hoodie for his head as they strolled down the quiet side walks. Not many people were out today, just a few cars. The rain was pouring at an average pace, and the clouds had covered the sky entirely. Bill was walking last in line while the Velicia and the boys were far more ahead. They whispered some things to each other and a couple of times they turned around to get a quick glance at the red-eyed boy. Bill sighed and walked with his head down, looking at the lines in the side walk and the trash or whatever was left on it.

"Here." The oldest foster teenager, Slate, said pointing to an opening between two buildings. Between it was a deep ally that ended with another brick building. The children followed Slate into the ally, Bill coming in nervously and slowly. He frowned, I thought they were walking, not going to stop here next to a dumpster, he thought.
"Come Bill." Velicia insisted with her back turned on him. Bill could hear the sneer in her voice as he stepped closer toward her.
"Vel, get Bill." One of the boys that were Bill's age, Nathan, said.
"I did. Bill, come over here dear." He hated every time Velicia messed with him and called him 'dear'. He knew whenever she addressed him this way; she was going to hurt him. It didn't matter if she was two years younger than Bill, he was weak. The black haired boy never stood up for himself. Never. He was always giving a chance for the others to bring him down, and fairly easily.
Bill cringed and nodded, stepping by Velicia's side. He was much taller than her. Taller than all the kids, Slate was around his height however.
"We want you to inspect this ally for us. We're um, afraid of the dark and we need to go this way to reach the, er, park! And we all know you love the dark. Don't you Billi dear?" she put on a fake smile and put her black painted fingers entwined with each other. Bill swallowed, closed his eyes briefly, breathed, and began walking down the ally. He shoved his thin hands in his hoodie pockets and trotted uneasily. Every step was taken with hesitation and the rain began pouring harder.

"What do you see over there?" one of the boys yelled. Bill didn't turn around, he nodded, but he knew they couldn't see it. He didn't have the voice to speak, and plus, he didn't even see anything over here to start with.
"Answer me you freak!" another of them yelled. Bill winced and frowned closing his eyes under his hood.
"I don't understand what I'm supposed to see…" he answered quietly suddenly shivering from standing in the cold rain without much clothing to keep him warm.

"Too bad." He heard a female's voice, Velicia obviously, and rolled his eyes as he kept walking until he felt a hand touching his shoulder. Velicia pulled on his shoulder causing him to fall back, stumbling against his lack of balance, but didn't fall, yet. He felt the girl grab his hood down, now exposing his head to the unforgiving downpour, then grab his collar of his black T-shirt. "You're so pathetic." She sneered and pulled on his collar letting him fall back into a puddle formed in the uneven concrete floor. Bill landed hard on his ass and his hands scratching against the assault leaving some slight scrapes that were red.
"Oh this is so good. I love you Vel." One of the others, Kaito, stated smirking down at Bill. He had dark black hair that shined blue in sunlight, and his eyes were the deepest brown Bill had ever seen.
"Really?" Velicia insisted looking at Kaito with pleading yet joyful eyes.
"No. Not like that." He rolled his eyes and made an unpleasing sound of annoyance. Velicia looked slightly disappointed but shrugged it off quickly and took her focus at the red-eyed boy who was now attempting to get up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing creep?" Nathan asked pushing Bill back into the puddle. Bill's ankle had slid roughly against the concrete leaving a scar. Bill grunted and tears began forming in his neon eyes.
"So you're going to cry now? What the freak? Fake." Nathan kicked him on the back of his thighs and Bill wanted to run away. He wanted to run away somewhere, anywhere. Perhaps into the rain clouds where he saw no one but gray mist, that way he would never ever be bothered. Ever.

Slate stepped forward to the gang and pushed Nathan and Kaito out of the way to get a better look at the pained boy. Bill didn't dare look up at him. He had no reason to. Slate gave the red-eyed boy a brief kick to grab his attention. Bill didn't move a muscle. The tormenter tried again, this time stepping awfully hard on Bill's thin, manicured fingers. Bill squeaked and now his tears slid down his hollowed cheeks as Slate didn't show mercy, but was now shifting his foot against Bill's hand in circles. The dark haired boy cried and he could swear one his little bones had cracked, and so as some nails.
"Are you going to respond? Is crying your only response?" the eldest taunted now letting go of the crushed hand. Slate bent down to meet Bill's level and gently lifted his chin to meet his eyes. Bill shut them tightly as his face was being drawn to the person who had caused him so much great hurting. Slate shrugged. "I guess he doesn't want to face us. Plus, just like Kent said, we need to get rid of you. Don't think we won't. We can kick your ass right the fuck now. You know, why don't we?"
Velicia smiled gleefully and squealed. "Yay! This will be so much fun." She clapped her hands together and bit her lip as Slate looked at her with a raised brow.

Instantly after Slate had commented, all three boys began suddenly attacking the broken boy underneath them. They yanked at his shoulder length hair and began kicking his legs. They were laughing wickedly as they greedily wanted to take a kick at the squirming child beneath their glares. Bill let out a muffled cry when one of them had 'accidentally' slipped their foot between his legs and pressed. None of them spoke to one of another. They just continued tugging on his hair and kicking him.
Slate bent down to tug the hoodie Bill was wearing off him and threw it behind him. Velicia watched with wide eyes and her lips parted. She could not think. She didn't know how to react to all this. Although, she was slightly pissed off that she didn't get a good view of the violent beatings.
The eldest teen wrapped his stronger arms around the red-eyed boy's neck, tightly, causing Bill to cough and he began kicking his legs furiously. The two other males just stared expressionless as Slate choked Bill. The darkly outlined eyes of Bill's began tearing and he shut his eyes as he swore he'd die here. Die in this shadowed alley, on a rainy day. Slate kept his fingers pressing on Bill's throat as Bill looked up into the pouring sky and gulped. If he'd live, he'd regret it later…

"Stop! We're not here to kill him! If we kill him we'll all get sent to prison you bastards." Velicia stated pushing the males out of way to get a view of Slate. Slate frowned at her, he was full of rage and he just wanted to rip Bill a part. To tears his not fully developed vocals and perhaps, use a scissor and cut his tongue. No, not his tongue, he didn't even speak much. Maybe cut his eyes out…
"Yeah Slate. You were like… I don't know. It was scary." Nathan admitted his fingers digging into his palms as he watched Slate release Bill and how the poor boy was heavily coughing. Coughing blood.
"Shut your damned mouth. Do you want to get rid of him or not? Don't you remember how many times this son of a bitch cursed you?" Slate spat and pushed his hand against Bill's back to push him down to the wet concrete. Then he smirked, his mind buzzing with a very sinful plan. "Since we can't kill the damned thing, why doesn't he die naturally?" He crouched down to pull Bill's little wrist and forced him to stand up right. Bill was still gasping for air and he looked at Slate with fearful eyes.
"What do you mean?" Kaito asked scratching his thick black hair.
"I'll show you. Kaito, find something; anything that can be wrapped around something." Kaito nodded and searched the trash cans and whatever he could find.

"Wh-What are you-"Bill asked briefly before getting interrupted.
"Don't talk okay? I thought you didn't speak much. I guess we'll have to shut you up some how." Slate raised his fingers to scratch his long nails he had grown out, against Bill's plush lips. Bill let out a whimper and tightly shut his eyes as Slate's nails pressed and slightly ripped his mouth.

Meanwhile, Kaito was walking next to the garage cans, eyeing whatever could be useful to 'wrap' something. He came across torn up computer wires, some plastic, but most of the objects were spoiled. Then he spotted a black circle, it looked like a little tire in the dark. He leaned forward to reach for it, and brought it up to the sky to get a good look at the black circle. Duck tape. It was black duck tape. It wasn't as strong as rope, but it could do. Plus, he had no idea what Slate exactly had in mind.
Kaito ran back to the gang and found Velicia arguing with Slate and Nathan watching them uneasily.
"I got something Slate." Kaito said nervously and swallowed as he offered the tape into Slate's sweaty hands. Slate looked up at him in a look of, 'really?' and rolled his eyes.
"Are you sure this is best thing you could find?" Slate asked, his hands gripping a crying Bill's arms against each other.
"Y-yes. It'll do. Seriously!" Kaito replied nervously. Slate scoffed and began unraveling the black tape and ripped it with his teeth and nails. He took hold of Bill's hands again and bonded the tape around his wrists.  The eldest wrapped it over and over and over and over until he was certain it was ungraspable.  He pulled Bill's body toward him, letting his damp back rest against Slate's jacket, and lifted his head to meet his ear.
"Say good bye to the world. Start with us. Will you?" he asked sneering. Bill shivered at his bloody words and looked up at the other teenagers staring down at him. "Tell them your good byes Bill. " Slate let go of Bill and the boy began trying to squirm out of the tape and then sighed of failure. Velicia was looking at him tapping her foot with a confused expression on her light face.
"Say good bye retard. You're lucky we actually let you live this long. We could have just killed you when you were just a boy." Velicia shrugged and chewed on her lip.

"G-g-good… bye Vel-Velicia." Bill stuttered quietly and nervously. Velicia falsely sweet smiled at him and began playing with her sand colored hair.
"Good bye dear." She cooed and bit her lip and chuckled.
"The rest?" Slate asked.
"O-oh… Good bye Nathan, Ss-Sla-aaay-te… ah ah and… K-Kaito." After his good byes, Bill shook his head aggressively and began chanting 'no, no, no, no.'
"I'm not saying bye to you piece of shit." Nathan said scowling at him. Bill didn't look at the boy, he would not.
"Do you have anything else to say? Say your last words creep." Slate questioned snarling.
"You're, you're going to k-kill me… n-now?" Bill asked nervously. He was full of fear and his stomach was aching just thinking of dying. Many times before he would attempt to end his life, but the idea of others ending it for him, didn't work in his mind. He thought he should end his own life. It made more sense to Bill.  
"Not yet. Just zip your freaking mouth that's all." Slate answered smiling and took the duck tape from the ground and pulled two short pieces off. Bill stared at him with big red eyes as he raised the tape to his mouth and pressed it hard against Bill's mouth. Bill whimpered and swallowed.
"Those were such pathetic last words." Velicia said grinning and then began laughing. She was having so much fun, sadly.
"True." Nathan laughed.

Slate raised Bill from the ground with his hair and began dragging him deeper down the ally. Bill's eyes watered at the extreme force yanking his hair. Slate looked left and right for somewhere he could leave Bill in and let him die. He saw various bird cages and plastic Barbie doll houses. Slate smirked, a cage would do. His grip remained the crying boy and his tears ending at the tape, the rain continued to pour. Bill was freezing and his skin rose with goose bumps and if he had no tape against his lips, they'd be rattling.
The bully got sick of holding Bill from his hair since it was miserably slowing him down, and took hold of his shoulders. He then let his hand slip on the neck collar of his black T-shirt and yanked, the cloth suffocating Bill's throat once again.
"Stay here. If you dare to move from this spot… well… No one knows what I'll do to you!" the honey haired male commanded and let go of his hold on Bill's shirt and let him fall down hard on his knees. His knee caps brushed against the concrete and water erupting from his sides, soaking him further. He shivered and wiggled his banded arms. He attempting pulling his wrists away from each other so the tape would hopefully, rip. But with no such luck, it failed. Bill sulked and if he could, he'd sigh, and looked down at his thighs. He wouldn't get up. His body was far too tormented and tired. He noticed his jeans were ripped and a cut from his thigh was bleeding, blood mixed with cloud water. Bill's shoulders began throbbing as they were forced backwards.
Bill slowly raised his head to get a look at whatever Slate was doing. He noticed he was rummaging through the trash. A fairly large one, usually to hold larger objects, and Bill just stared confusingly. The tape against his lip was so tight, he wanted to open his mouth and lick his dry lips but he could not. The water was gradually absorbing into the tape, nearly choking him. Bill shook his head back and forth, quickly to get the rain drops off his pale face. His hair swung in all directions and slapped against his nose. He could sense a sneeze coming through, and his eyes shut, and only sneezed from his nostrils. He let out a muffled grunt and let his head fall back down to face the drenched ground.
He continued to stare at the floor, and dug through his blocked mind for something. Anything, he felt empty, physically and his mind did too.
Then, Bill felt something wet and sweaty on his thin arms, lifting him once more. His body lunged forward and he lifted his black haired head to see Slate's face staring at his taped mouth without an expression.

"Up." He ordered attempting to lift the emaciated body of the boy's. Slate grabbed his sleeves and forced him up. Bill just couldn't himself. Once the red-eyed boy was standing on his legs, Slate took hold of his wrists and held them. He kicked Bill's heel in his way of telling him to start walking forward. Bill walked, wobbly and tripped a few times, and every time he did, Slate growled and kicked his heels again. Eventually they reached the immense trash can that the older teenager had been looking through earlier.
Slate pushed on Bill's shoulders letting him land once again, on the concrete. Bill tried to turn his neck to look back at him, only to be stopped by Slate's forceful arms to face his head at the metal in front of him. A cage. A very, very, large metal cage with bars and a lock was that. What cage of this size, what would it be used for? What animal? The answer never crossed Bill's mind, but he continued to stare at the sparkling silver that glistened in the water. Slate took hold of Bill's shoulders once again, and pushed him, attempting to force him into the confine. Although, the dark haired boy just landed flat on his chest, with no hands to stop him from that cause. His chin grinding the asphalt and it burned. His chin was bruised and now barley bleeding. Bill tightened his eyes closely together and let the forming tears form.
The eldest shook his head in unsatisfactory and put his hand on Bill's bare arms, pushing him into the cage. He kicked his incredibly long legs into the jail. Bill tried to sit up, instead leaning his face against the cold metals, and let his knees push forward. When he was able to sit down to the closest thing as correctly; he turned his head to get a glance at the boy who was putting him through all this pain. Bill's eyes were streaming down with black make up, causing his entire white face to be shadowed with deep black underneath his eyes, and grayness throughout his cheeks. The eyeliner had smeared into the edges of his cheeks, making them appear even more sunken than they already were. Then, Slate left.


"Okay, I got it inside some cage I found. Didn't you guy see?" he questioned his friends.
"Yes, but now what? Leaving him there is… I don't know, lame. Let's advertise him. You know, like leave him out publicly with all to see him. And maybe those people can get cursed and feel what we went through!" Velicia suggested proudly with her hands on her hips.
"That's… clever you know Slate." Nathan stated looking over at Slate nodding. Slate was frowning but then nodded back in agreement.
"So we're going with my plan?" Velicia asked smiling then sneezed. She shook her head and sighed, it was getting cold. Not just for Bill, but for all the children.


The gang approached Bill's limp body leaning against the freezing silver metals of the cage. His head was facing down, his thick black bangs hiding his tear stained face. The three other children gaped at the agonized boy that lay in front of them. Slate stepped forward, squatting down to reach Bill's level. He cocked his head to the right as Bill slowly opened his eyes and raised his head. His eyes were droopy, and he looked at the teens with half opened eye lids. Slate slowly closed the door and cursed under his breath and through the water that dripping into his mouth as he realized there was no lock.
"Kaito, go back and get that tape!" he huffed and tried pressing the cage door closed. It just flew back toward him. Slate growled and pushed it ridiculously roughly against the metal, causing a loud 'cling' sound and Bill's entire body shut up at the noise.
Once Kaito arrived back with the duck tape, he anxiously handed into Slate's large vaguely tanned hands. The elder teenager took it, and pressed it touching the metal, then spun. The water spilling down the steel made it slippery for the tape to stick against. It also lessened the sticky power, making it easier to tear a part.
"Ah, whatever. He can't open it himself, and plus, who the hell would try to rescue this shit?" he laughed to himself and clapped his damp hands together as he stood up.

All of them watched as Slate slipped his fingers into the top bar, Bill looked up to get a look at what was happening, and Slate attempted to lift the moveable prison.
"Augh, don't just stand there. Help me!" he rudely said and the two other males stepped forward to help lift it. "You too Velicia." He added.
"Why? I'm a girl, plus I doubt he needs four freaking people to hold him. He barley weighs a hundred pounds!" she scoffed and scowled down at the boys. Slate shook his head, and on the count of three, they all lifted the jail with no difficulty. Bill's eyes grew wide and if he could, he'd blow the black hair out of his eyesight to get a better look. Instead he shook his head to remove them. He looked panting at the scene as they carried him out of the ally.
Velicia following behind with her hands crossed against her stomach for warmth. The males continued walking and when they reached the end of the side walk, they looked left and right for any cars or people. If anyone saw, they'd almost certainly get in trouble. However, Slate wasn't worried about that. He knew if someone was curious about his actions, and asked, he'd show him his bate, and the questioner would understand just like that.
The teens crossed the street, running with the cage. Kaito's hands had slightly slipped and the sharp triangular end of the floor of the cage. He whimpered faintly and he could feel warm liquid across his palm. Once they reached the opposite side of the road, they let the cage down on the side walk. Kaito grasped his palm when the cage was let down, he bit his lip and squeezed his hand, escaping more blood.
"What happened?" Nathan asked looking at Kaito's discomforted state.
"I, I injured myself holding that." Kaito pointed to the medaled cage that held an absolutely terrified soaked child. Bill was panting hard and his eyes were fully opened and his heart was pounding.
Slate shook his head. "Ugh, even when he's caged up he continues to harm us humans." Bill frowned at the comment. He wished he was unrestrained and then he would go… go… Bill froze and sighed from his nostrils. If he were to argue with Slate, Slate would surely hurt him again. If he physically fought, then Slate would simply restate all the shit he'd said and beat Bill.
The tall elder raised the cage and Kaito used his jacket to cover his bruised palm, and helped. They carried the jail into the grass, which was settled in a modest park with benches and fountains.
"Raise it higher. We're gonna land this filth onto that table." They all raised the box and Bill fell against the other side of the cage, his face hitting the bars. Bill was sobbing uncontrollably now. The sounds of his muffled cries were quite loud and his eyes were turning fully red and the veins were exposed. The rain and tears had flooded the tape. In a matter of minutes, if that tape wasn't removed, he'd suffocate to an agonizing death. His utter urge to suck in a breath was blocked and only ended in the most violent coughing fits the teens had ever seen. It was worse than drowning in water. Bill was wheezing like he'd pass out and never open his brightly colored eyes ever again. His full body was shaking hastily and shivering. The murky haired boy was now, screaming sobs into the black tape. His silenced screeches sounded raspy, and he was choking. The water and lack of oxygen was overpowering him mercilessly.

Velicia raised her hands to her mouth and was shocked. Kaito and Nathan looked terrified. The only one without such reactions was obviously, the sinful Slate. He frowned, looking down upon the smothering child; his hands tightly rubbing against each other, his shoes pressing hard against his ass, his back shivering at the bitter cellar bars, and most scary, the tape. Bill stared deeply into Slate's cold eyes with the look of, 'please help me.' The black tears never seized from his porcelain face, only fell harder and faster, mixing with the precipitation. Slate closed his eyes, still scowling and began walking away.
Kaito turned around with a look of disbelief at his leader. Nathan just stared, lips parted, at Bill, who was still screaming devastatingly. The shrieks were so sorry, so tired, so weak, so helpless, so terrified, it scared Nathan himself. Velicia had stepped back from the cage and ran after Slate catching up to him to grab his right arm. The other two males followed suite.
"I feel… off about this." Kaito said breaking the raw screaming silence. He waited for the older teen to respond, but he never did. He never ever turned to look at him.
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This was supposed to be a oneshot but dA said my file extended the limit. *tears* XDD Whatever...

Mmmfff...
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My imagination went farther than that picture. o_O
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Tokio Hotel fanfiction... revolving around Bill Kaulitz b/c of contest rules. XP

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please don't ever delete this/leave deviantART!!

I've read it for so many times over the past 3 years (i think) an I love it to BITS!! :iconchuplz: