War with emotions was a constant battle with Zane, from a young age he had all these emotions that had their civil war, not caring that they were breaking down the owner they were supposed to keep well and collected.

This caused a massive depression era for Zane, he went a whole year of staying in his dark, empty locked up room, attracting no light from the intruding sun, he just cried his eyes out wanting everything to stop.

The wish he kept to himself, the wish he dearly needed, went south horribly, it kept crumbling as he became homeless after his two parents kicked him out after getting bored of non-stop beating Zane like there was no tomorrow to be seen.

Zane never had a name or surname, he was just The Nameless Boy, his educational mind was very low on the spectrum and his self-esteem was just in a mess.

Nightmares fought back with Zane as he struggled to keep his nice, relaxing dreams, these nightmares caught him falling and immediately jumped Zane out of the warzone sleep.

It took some time before Zane subjected his eyes to the opening and adjusted to the sunlight that beamed into his lonely room, he looked around in his cramped room before lifting his left arm to place his hand on his sweaty forehead.

Sighing, Zane turned on his side and directed his eyes over to the phone that was on a beaten-up wooden desk that was placed right beside his bed, he clasped the phone, bringing it close to his eyes as the screen shines brightly.

"Saturday it is" Zane tiredly yawned out proceeding the day by lifting himself off the bed and onto his bare feet.

Clothes were spread out throughout the entire room, becoming the waves of the ocean, Zane pushed through these mountains of clothes to get outside of his bedroom where dampened voices were heard.

"Don't you think Angela is acting strange around Zane?" A male voice spoke out to someone else that was in their presence.

"What do you mean?" The second male voice responded.

"I mean that every time Angela is around Zane she never lets her eyes off him, she just keeps staring at Zane like he's some idol" The first male explained.

"Give her some slack, she has the rights to do what she needs to do and besides I would stare at a person that is interestingly mysterious as well" The second male replied but sounded far away.

Zane unfazed by their conversation, jumped in black clothing and wore his dark green, fur-lined coat, heading out straight afterwards.

He fumbled around in his pockets making sure he didn't miss anything and headed outside his room, closing it behind and locking it afterwards.

Snow continued to fall on Zane's covered up head as he made his way towards the exiting gate of the school, he turned straight right and wandered down the covered paths, approaching a small shop that had all the things Zane needed.

Welcomed by the fresh warmed up food and welcomed by the heater, Zane nodded to the female shopkeeper while he pandered towards a shelf covered in glass cases, being alarmed by the neat sausage rolls wrapped up in the black, smooth textured wrapper, resting nine inches long.

Zane licked his lips under the hood and grabbed hold of a sausage roll, bringing it to the counter where the shopkeeper was busy counting business things that weren't very interesting for Zane.

"That'll be £4 sir" The female shopkeeper smiled, Zane didn't oblige and paid for the sausage rolls.

Chewing into the sausage roll cheered him up quickly, the warm sausage gave off a raw, spicy and salty flavour as it swam down his throat to feed the hungry stomach, the wrapper Zane held with two hands felt rough around the edges but it didn't stop it from blocking all the coldness away instantly.

"Zane, hello!" Angela shouted from the far distance, Zane turned his attention to Angela, beholding that she was running over to him all excitable.

"Oh hi Angela, you hang out around here too?" Zane asked kindly.

"Yes yes, I'm surprised someone else hangs out around here too" Angela gleefully chirped.

"Coincidences then I guess" Zane responded.

"Seemed like so! So uh, what are your plans for this evening?" Angela asked, sounding nervous in her words.

"Well, I have something I need to do, so I don't have any plans," Zane answered respectively.

"Damn, I wanted to hang out and get to know you more" Angela grimaced.

"What's so great about me?" Zane questioned out of the blue, catching Angela off-guard, it took some time for her to move an inch again as her arms crossed each other, but then her face blew up in red making her cover her face embarrassingly.

"That's, erm, something I don't want to talk about" Angela giggled uncontrollably before she barges off, leaving Zane alone and baffled on what he just saw.

"Did I miss something here?" Zane asked himself, finishing off his sausage roll while he tapped a rhythm beat on the ground.

"Yes, boy" A deep voice spurted out from the shadows.

"Have you found our next abusive parent target?" Zane coldly asked.

"I indeed have, it is an overweight man seven in a quarter miles away" The voice answered peacefully "But are you sure you need to do all of this-" The voice added to get interrupted.

"I need a way to express rage like you once said, so I express my rage on murdering all the abusive parents there is" Zane abruptly snarled deeply.

"I understand clearly, sorry for injecting my anger into you like that" The voice apologised.

"No worries, my stupid self won't remember any of this when he wakes up the next morning anyway" Zane responded bitterly, sparkling red blood through his grey, dull eyes.

Zane experiences these raging mood changes now and then and he, unfortunately, wouldn't know about it at all, when he wakes up, the memories of murdering become a blur to him.

Secrets are held in Zane's mind, the secrets are just him coldly murdering people though.

Or is it?

To Be Continued...