A/N: Completely disturbing, but I was inspired and wanted to keep this. Plus, I liked the way it turned out, so here it does...Oh! and character death...Sorry. ^^;

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"Red"

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Luigi has that certain air of innocence to him, that is charming and yet unnerving at the same time. Twenty years old, already an adult but is too much like a child — naive, too sweet for his own good, puts trust into things and people that hurt him in the end. I lean against the park bench, watching Luigi observe his surroundings. The wind in the trees, the birds in the air, the flowers along the path. Luigi seems to be taking it in voraciously. Luigi is nothing but a fragile little flower, blooming slowly, a flower whom I wish to rip out all the petals and crush the stem beneath my feet.

I feel my eyes narrow, maybe it's wrong for me to hate Luigi, he's done nothing wrong after all. Luigi leans forward, examining the river as if it's a fresh new experience for his eyes. In truth, I envy him, he still has his youth with him. I was the firstborn, in a small family with an invisble mother, I was forced to grow up when I wasn't even ready. I feel myself grit my teeth and glare hard at Luigi's back, he doesn't feel my eyes on him — so blissfully unware of everything around him.

I put my fingers in front of me, flexing them and my eyes don't leave Luigi for a second. I want so badly to ruin his innocence, I want him to see everything for what it really is, I want him to see what I see. I look around and spot an item of interest. My gaze once again falls on Luigi, he's running his fingers through the water, his finger tips brushing against the backs of small fish. I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face.

"Luigi?" I ask, trying to make my voice sound as sweet as possible.

"Yes?" Luigi asks back, chirpirly, head cocked to one side like a cute little bird begging for crumbs.

(snap it's neck)

I motion for him to come over and he oblidges, that's one of the things I find most infuriating about him, so easily lured off of the path. So easily blinded by a promise of unearthly bliss, led into the dark, where dangerous things lurk.

(where the sun never shines)

Luigi stares at me, eyes big and so very blue. I tell him to turn around and close his eyes, he obeys without question or protest.

"Do you trust me?" I whisper against the nape of his neck, his skin is so soft, everything about him is soft.

I put the barbed wire near his neck, he can't even feel it there.

(so naive)

He nods, slowly, but it's still a yes.

"You shouldn't." I say and I pull.

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.: you shouldn't trust the wolf :.