Disclaimer-i dont own any characters in DNA but i wish i did -cries-

Warnings- There will be violence, and torture if this disgusts u then dont read it.

I started this in my third period Biology Honors. Cause being bored is fun and having friends that want to kill people for a living is fun too. I hope u enjoy!

Kill Me With A Blade Rusted In Color

Chapter 1

A shadow looms in the alleyway the pale face reflecting in the moonlight. Golden catlike hues resting on a long figure running toward a crumbling rundown house by the ocean. Clack clack was the only sound echoing in the darkness giving the pathway an eerie glow. "I can't wait to see Mister Dark." Reached the ears of the shadow. A look of anger could be seen on the pale face. Golden hues hardened in the little moonlight provided. Taking one quick glance at the retreating figure clad in a pink sundress that ended around the knees. A pair of white silk slip-on shoes that glowed as they hit the street. With a white ribbon tied in the silky shoulder length brown hair.

Within seconds the shadow disappeared from the dimly lit alleyway and appeared in front of the unsuspecting girl. Now in the moonlight the figure could be seen clad in black leather pants that accented every curve in his lower body. Black worn out combat could be seen sticking out underneath the flare. A midnight black T-shirt with the saying 'The walls have ears . . OMG the walls heard RUN!' Midnight black leather fingerless gloves adorned pale lifeless fingers that glowed in the pale moonlight. Golden blonde hair cascaded down the back of the shadow man. At the knee where the silky hair stopped went into three ponytails each adorning the same golden cross weaved into each strand with care. Warm chocolate hues met golden with swirls of an icy blue weaving in and out. Seconds later they vanished to the normal human hue. Leaving the street deserted and forbidding in the eerie moonlit night.

Seconds later they reappeared at a rundown house glass littering the street and sidewalks. Hobos sleeping in cardboard boxes that were pilfered off the street. The man walked up to a house with broken windows and the old wooden door half rotted. The man gave it a soft kick and smirked in satisfaction as the door swung open with a creak. Still carrying the long brown haired girl who was now aware of what was going on as she tried to break free from her captors grasp. He lead them down a hallway the old rotten floorboards creaking lightly every step the way. Golden hues darted back and forth as if afraid that someone was their. Paint chipped of the walls showing the moldy boards underneath. Gray rats scurried across the floor. Never making a sound on the old floorboards.

Broken lamps and burnt candles with white sticky wax dripping down the sides. Giving it the effect that the creamy wax was stuck in time. The moonlit floor casting an eerie glow. Then the man stopped walking turned to the left wall and pushed. The wall here was just as rotten and rundown showing no signs of being special. Until the sound of something being unhinged echoed through the silent hall. Followed by a creaking sound. Mounds of dust floated in the air before settling back down on the floorboards. The golden hued man walked down the newly opened doorway holding onto the chocolate brown haired girl.

Wide warm brown hues scanned the stone staircase that was leading deeper and deeper into the earth. Lit candles provided light the orange flames threatening to die away. The only noise was the flickering flames and the clacking of the blondes combat boots. When they reached the bottom of the winding staircase. The once warm chocolate hues were widened and dull in fright. They slowly scanned the area the wall to the right was adorned with light gray metal braided whips. Each varying in size and shape. There was one feature that was prominent on all of them deep red stains on the once golden hooks. Some stains fresh some old they gleamed in the candlelight as if testing someone to touch the deadly weapon. To the left wall of the warm chocolate brown haired girl was adorned with longs swords to short swords gleaming in the candlelight. The hilts ranging from midnight blacks to gold. Each with an intricate design. Next to the wall was a round stone worn down from the metal grinding against it for years. As the brown hues looked straight and a soft gasp could be heard. There was a wooden table at the ends was the same braided metal that was used for the whips.

A/N: R&R

CLIFFHANGER RULES! MUHAHAHAHA! I will finish this up sometime this weekend.