Suggested Listening: Dance On Our Graves by Paper Route

"The Devil takes my hand, and says 'Child come with me" - Paper Route

-Step-

The small child, with blond hair cut short, yet too long for a boy, stared with wide inquisitive eyes and a suspicion that went beyond his years. He sniffled, the consequences of crying finally making their appearance, and hesitated.

"Let's go." A hand was held out to him again, and Mihael knew that it would be the last offer. Whether or not the raven haired man would send him to heaven with his mama and papa should he not accept was yet to be seen, but that was not the deciding factor.

Those eyes. So very red, ensnared him. Could he obtain eyes like that? Were those eyes special? Magical?

With determination, he grasped the blood sticky fingers of the strangers hand. The man let out a startling cackle, enough to make him jump, and his hand was held tight so he could not escape.

He only looked back once, at the bodies, dismembered and bled out, on the floor of his living-room.

"Bye mama..." He whispered. He would miss them terribly but he was certain, so very certain, that this was where he should go.

-Forward-

AN: So this originally started off as a mini drabble to the song "Dance on our grave", the specific lyrics are above. It now has 3 parts and the beginnings of an idea for it to be quite long chapter wise. I do not think the chapters will be long as I write them as quickwrites/drabbles. But I can promise an interesting story :D

I love the idea of a "Mello" shaped and crafted by B, who in essence, is really the only one who can understand him. I always wondered if, from that, Mello's temper might be more controlled and perhaps, deadly. But enough of that. I will post the next part later today, and is longer. Why not now? I'm off for some foooooood now.

Thoughts?