Authors Note: Yeah well I was bored and this popped into my head...
"Tala, if you don't come here you are going to kill your parents." The small boy did not understand the word kill, and looked up at his father - who was frowning - why was he frowning had Tala done something naughty again? Tala pulled his parents closer his thoughts; his parents would protect him from the world. This scary world he had never seen before, the world that would soon over take his entire life.
The man walked closer, and Tala was sure he had heard his mother beg.
"Please don't... You can't he's just a boy..." He had never heard this side to his mum. She was always so strict and fun... It was either a joke or wasn't he had never heard her plea with anyone, even if it was that strange man from somewhere named... Bo-Vault...?
Tala had never heard of them since a few days ago - that's when things where starting to get a little... Different - Mother always checked first on who was at the door before confidently opening it. Something he had never seen her do before was then a normal practise. Also his father... He was grumpy and sad all of the time? What was happening? Tala felt his father tighten his grip on his hand; which the boy started up at him, through light blue confused eyes, his father looked down at his son; his eyes showed fear and worry.
Tala looked back over to see the man pull something out of his jacket; something that made his mum and dad gasp and freeze as if they were animals... Sensing danger.
The small boy's grip loosened from his parents; he looked up at them but they did not look back they stared at the man who was holding a weapon; a gun. He felt lost - he wanted to stay... Why was this man here, taking him away from his parents, would he just have to go with him for a while... Would he be back later to see his Mum and Dad?
The boy felt like crying he was so confused, what was happening? Tala rubbed his eyes he would not cry in front of people he did not know...
There was no one else around, it was just an alleyway; a car at the end from where this man had appeared ordering his Mum and Dad to hand him over like a parcel. Tala was wondering if this happened every time someone decided to take a 'shortcut'.
Tala whimpered his hands fell to his side, he would not leave his parents side he couldn't... He couldn't think of a world without them. His mother looked down at him a small smile upon her face. She kneeled down hugging the small confused child. Tala blinked and smiled back so everything was fine? The man would leave?
"Tala... We will always be with you, understand?" The small red-headed boy nodded not really understanding what his mother was talking about. Of course she would always be there she wouldn't leave him all alone with this man he hardly knew?
Tala stared at the man who began walking closer.
"Tala, I'm waiting." His eyes shimmered; he was prepared to cry, scream, shout as long as the man left.
Tala was always told in nursery to say no to strangers...
"No! I don't want to go with you!" His unbroken voice squealed; a few tears managed to escape and roll down his cheeks. The man looked angrily at the his mother and father - should he have said those things? What had he done?
Tala heard a loud noise and instinctively crouched down and covered his small ears with tiny hands and a collection of fingers, he tightly shut his eyes, not wanting to open them, what was that? What had made that noise... Another loud noise was heard and Tala tensed all of his body suddenly. Not wanting to hear the hurtful noise again it was so different from what he was normally exposed to.
Tala opened his eyes timidly and was shocked to see a colour that reminded him so much of himself.
Red...His mothers new white dress soaked in crimson red - her stomach - a dark patch of blood; a red line leaking out running down the side of her stomach, as his mother whimpered she moved her hand to stroke her only sons face. Tala didn't know why she was crying - was she hurt? Was she afraid of those loud noises too?
A soft hand was placed on his small rounded shoulder; his mother forced a smile for him - she knew she would end up leaving him alone with a monster.
Tala gave a small smile even though another few tears had began to roll down his smooth and unharmed face. Tala touched his mothers hand and held it for a minute; noticing she was too covered in blood she pulled away gently and replaced her hand on the top of his head. Among the red hair... It looked like blood - his hair... His mother whimpered and her breathing became ragged. Tala knew there was something wrong.
Why was mummy being like this? What's wrong with her? The small boy kneeled beside her in an attempt to find out what was at fault.
She stared at her little boy how could she let someone take him away from her so easily when she had tried so hard to keep him safe. Tears began to flood her vision her son became blurry. She was not sure if it were the tears or the loose of blood. She gave another sweet smile before she left the world of the living.
The infant shook her body trying to wake her up, wanting another hug like what she had given him only a few moments ago. She didn't wake.
Tala looked over to see his father; he was lying down - why was he lying down? Tala tried to stand but his legs were shaking in fear of what was happening, in misunderstanding of what was going on. He chocked back a sob and walk over to his father.
He was laying as if he were asleep, rolled over to one side...
"Daddy... Wake up." Tala smiled as if it were a game; though found something wrong when he looked at his dad's face. A small hole, almost black in the middle; a pool of rose red blood surrounded his fathers face. Tala got on his hands on knees,
"Daddy... Come on lets go back to the house." Tala had no idea what was happening, and when he looked at his hands his eyes widened; warm blood glowed against his pale complexion. Tala whimpered and went back over to his mother, that was laying still with her eyes open gazing. staring back at Tala a saddened look.
"Mummy... Tell Daddy to wake up..." He couldn't take the confusion any more and started sobbing, loudly. His tears turned cold as the native Russia air came in contact. Soon his tears made his eyes puffy and red; as did his face the cold air bit at it making it incredibly numb and sore.
"Mu-ummmy!" Tears did not stop and the child only got louder and louder - the man seemed to have enjoyed the small child's pain and was now annoyed by how much noise he was making. He marched over, glancing around being careful if someone would find what he had done and was doing.
For as long as Tala could think; he cried he did not understand why his parents where not answering him. Had he done something wrong again?
"Tala. Look what you done." The man gave a look; a disgusted one as if he really was, disgusted by what the small boy had done. Tala had heard that phrase before, something had made him remember, it had been said by his dad - so he must have done something wrong. But what? He looked up at the man for some guidance for some hope that his parents would wake up and hug him again. Tight.
"I...I didn't..." Tala spluttered not knowing what to say. The man had been here all of the time... He had seen whatever he had done wrong... He couldn't lie now. The red-headed boy rubbed at his face wanting to erase all of the tears he had shed away.
"You killed your parents! You are a sin. A devil." The man had a frown on his face as the small Tala stayed still unsure of what to do. He had killed them - no he loved his parents he didn't do it...
"No! It... It was... It was the noise!" The small child's conclusion almost made the man want to laugh in his face for being so, stupid. The man bent down, until he was almost eye to eye with Tala.
"Look at your hands..." He whispered and Tala followed his request and started crying again; blood seemed to stain the boys hands as he tried to wipe it away on his clothes but it remained there - haunting the boy... Traumatizing him over and over again. Taunting him that he had lost his parents.
"So did you kill your parents?" The man rose an eyebrow waiting for the small scared child to respond. Hoping that this child wouldn't be too much bother the man stayed low; hoping to convince the kid that everything was his fault. It would make the whole journey quieter.
The boy didn't say anything but silently nodded giving into what appeared the only adult friend he had at the time being. Plus if this man left who would take him back home? If people found out he had killed his parents... What would they do? Tala's body shook from every emotion was possible.
Anger. His parents had left him, they had made him kill them! Resentment filled his veins as he looked at his hands covered in his parents blood. He was alone now. Alone... He had made himself an orphan. Never would he have thought he would be like the children on the television, in the back ground... Running around in dirty clothes begging and screaming for attention.
The man smiled, sincerely - he talked to the boy quietly,
"Now... I know you didn't mean to kill your parents but we need to hide these bodies... Do you understand?" The man rose both of his eyebrows; Tala had felt like he had lost his voice he stared at the man, his mouth hung open a little as his nose blocked any oxygen that was needed.
He swallow and sniffed trying to remember how to speak to someone,
"W-w-why...?" He squeaked; his breath could be so easily seen in the cold winters air, he didn't know why he had killed his parents. He didn't mean to... His face was warmed slightly as the man spoke in a hushed whisper, leaning close to the boys face,
"Because the police won't believe you... Your just a child after all..." The man looked at the boy; who was believing the story quicker than fish take to water. Tala shook his head this wasn't happening he, he, he didn't do it!
"What do I need to do... I want... I want Mummy and Daddy back!" The boy yelled in the mans face; the man was sure he was going to have to drop the act in a few minutes - he hated kids. They were just brats that got in the way. The man quickly recovered by saying softly,
"There is a way, but I need you to go sit in that car for me... Can you do that?" After all if there was a child watching him he could just shove them in the boot. He'd have to be nice and 'place' them in. No he didn't want to be doing twenty minutes for a five second job. The kid would stay in the car; no stupid and annoying questions would be asked.
Tala nodding his head obediently and wandered to the car, he was always told to go in the back seat he was still too small for the head-passenger seat. The thought of his mother and father made the child sadder.
Once the door was pulled open the boy turned to the man how now had all of his hopes and trust within him - he asked quietly
"Will I go to jail?" The man turned around loosing gradually more and more composure as the child asked more and more questions.
"You killed your parents, if you don't get into the car the police will come and get you. And do you know what the police do to small children who kill their parents?" The man did not like chit-chat; even with intelligent adults - he despised children he had no idea why he was given this job...
The child gulped and shook his head unwilling to speak another word with the ruthlessness the man had said the previous with.
"They lock you up and throw away the key... You can't get any visitors or even any toys to play with. If you think killing your parents are bad... Well just go to the police they will do worse." The man hissed, and the small boy backed away from the open car door which alarmed the man - he couldn't fail! Voltaire would have his job and possibly his head if he failed!
"But if you get in the car, they wouldn't come for you ok?" The man gave a fake sickening smile - Tala nodded and hopped into the car. It wasn't very large, mostly because the seats were pushed all the way back into the seats behind, it didn't matter to much to Tala as his small body and legs could fit in-between the small space which was left. He looked around and found the seatbelt.
He had always been told to wear a seat belt - it saved peoples lives... Tala shed a few more tears... Pity his parents couldn't be saved from him. He must have been the only child in the world that was so cruel enough to kill his parents that had been so nice and kind to him through all the year he could remember.
He heard someone grunt, and the cars weight shift backwards. He was disposing of Mummy and Daddy... He was a nice person doing all this for him. At least now he didn't have to worry about the police coming after him and locking him up because of what he had done.
"I'll... never...tell anyone Mummy...Daddy... I killed you..." The child sniffed and started crying again though not as loudly as he had done; he trying to calm down he knew that crying didn't make anything better, he had cried so many tears away by now... Yet Mummy and Daddy were not back hugging and laughing with him. The child sighed and again another grunt was heard as the car shifted weight once again. A loud thud was heard as the door to the car's boot was shut forcefully.
Tala looked up as the back of the mans head came into perspective; he looked more scary from behind than he did from in front. The man did not say anything; he started the car up and Tala felt the car come to life as it vibrated slowly underneath him and exhaust fumes could be smelt.
"Now... We are going to your new home..." The man changed his mirror so he could see the small redhead in his back seat. His voice was more harsher than before and Tala felt a little uncomfortable on being watched.
"Why can't I stay in my old one?" Tala pouted and frowned, his eyes silently shed tears again - he thought about his toys that his mother and father had bought for him. They had even played with him he was so happy - why did he had to go and kill them what had they done to deserve it?
"Because the police will be there waiting for you to come back after you killed your parents. Bad child." The driver snapped and turned the roads corner sharply and Tala knew that they were going rather quickly.
"Where is my new home?" Tala's mind was becoming sore his crying had given him a sore head; resulting in him missing the small clues that he was in very bad trouble. The doors were locked, he did not see the evil looking glare he received from the driver.
"Here in Russia a secret place for all the confused children that have accidentally done bad things to there families."
The man played nice again he knew he would have to do this again with other children; he hoped they did not like to ask as many questions as this child did.
"What's my new home called?" Tala rubbed his eyes again; they stung any time he tried to close them, they hurt if he looked in any direction. His hands smelled of blood... Still.
"Balkov Abbey." The man couldn't help but smile once he had seen the 'facilities' it had contained he couldn't say no to the large bribe and flashy new things just to what - kill a few people and steal some kids?
"Ok." Tala looked out of the window it had already started to get dark. It was Russia but still... Tala should have been used to it - he wasn't he was still scared of anywhere without light.
Though Tala, still had no idea on how dark his life would become...
Authors note: Yeah it's probably been done but I was bored and have bad writers block for every other fan fiction I'm writing even the ones not even on this site so yeah… It's just to help clear the mind… If anyone wants me to continue the can just review or PM me and I'll consider turning it into an actually fic…Well Hope you enjoyed that….