Abandoned in the rage, abandoned in the bloodbath of lifeless bodies sat a speechless gingered hair female, her legs pressing against her chest as she rocked back and forth, watching the faceless intruder exit the useless mansion.

Collecting all of her thoughts after a long time waits, she stumbled onto her shaky legs, trying to sprint over to the faceless person to ask why, but her shaking, terrified legs dragged her down massively.

"W-wait" The female forced out her mouth in terror, ignoring the dead bodies she was walking over "W-wait!" She added, raising her weak voice higher.

The faceless figure turned to face the begging female, being covered by black ink scattered across their bony face.

"I've done what you needed" The faceless person responded in a demonic, chilling voice.

"W-why did you choose to save me? W-who are you?" The female questioned over and over again, feeling lost in the situation she was placed in.

"Find him yourself" The faceless answered, allowing the female to see his broken, grey eyes that pricked through her soul, sending scary goosebumps down her bruised skin.

Before the female could get another answer, the figure chased off in the shadows to not be seen ever again, leaving the female clueless as she fumbled onto her knees, facing her dead brothers behind.

She glimpsed at her shivering hands that were covered in fresh blood, not scared but now unfazed at what she was seeing, she just wanted it all to end, she wanted the nightmares to end and find this "him" guy she desperately needed to thank.

"Grey eyes, right?" She quietly muttered to herself, glancing at the exit door before placing her hand on the floor to push herself up.

Next day rolls in and Zane woke up feeling disgusted for no reason, his stomach grumbled as he jumped up from the bed and ran towards the toilet, falling onto the messy floor before he threw up a lot of amounts.

Zane rested the side of his head on the lid around the toilet, gagging up from the disgusting, sickening smell that came from inside the flooded toilet.

"Ugh— why does this happen…?" Zane questioned himself, placing his hand onto his wet forehead, feeling the cooking heat.

Taking his time, he slowly walked over to his desk to grab his phone, to his shocking surprise, the time read 8:31, Zane immediately ran towards his school clothes and quickly jumped into them, not caring if they were messy he just wanted to be in his class.

Zane dragged his shoes and took the lock of his window that was located right above his shelf, once he did that he jumped onto the edge and dispatched off the edge onto the snowy grass.

His feet instantly went into the run mode as he boosted off the ground, kicking up snow particles to touch the fastest speed limit he could run, he chased through the school gates that sectioned off the gym and the showers.

Following the rush, Zane sprinted past the female block where flowers accumulated beautifully on his right, he met his destination of the class building which stood four stories high.

Once he reached his destination, the glass doors were busted open, slamming against the glass windows, nearly causing a dear smash in the building.

"No running in the building!" A worried male adult voice insisted.

Panting Zane ignored the teacher and zoomed up the tough stairs, draining more energy off him, but he slowed down promptly when he noticed his classroom was just around the corner from him.

Angela was the first person Zane locked eyes with when he entered the classroom, feeling extremely exhausted, students watched Zane stumble to his desk in the middle who all just looked away afterwards when Zane opened his workbook and concentrated on the lesson he was being taught.

After the lesson ended, Angela curiously approached Zane questioning why he was so exhausted and late.

"What was all that about?" Angela asked, starting the conversation first.

"I woke up and felt sick, just to find out I was late" Zane answered, still sounding exhausted and tired.

"Is the winger taking an effect on you?" Angela asked, panicking, touching Zane all over the place with her gentle fingers, as she searched Zane more she kept accidentally inching closer towards Zane which she spotted out afterwards when her head perked up.

She felt Zane's soft breath brush against her sensitive skin, her lips were centimetres away from Zane's lips, their nose touched tip and their foreheads gently mashed against each other.

They both gazed at each other like a couple in love, the sounds around them cancelled and all they could hear was each other's thumping hearts, Angela's heart was heard dangerously thumping way faster, and her face proved this as her face turned fully red.

Zane felt something run across his right ear, it was welcoming and soft, it was a hand that touched his face innocently for the first time in long years which caused him to jolt back a little.

"I won't hurt you...just let me have this one time moment last longer" Angela begged in a breathy voice.

"Ok…" Zane surprisingly responded in an undertone voice but was shaky as well.

"Your skin is very...soft, I'm truly sorry for the damage your parents did to you" Angela nervously whispered onto Zane's rough, torn apart face "I will never hurt such a precious thing" Angela added, giggling cutely afterwards.

The snow in both of their eyes wasn't so brutal anymore, it was relaxing and gorgeous as it washed past their massive school windows, glowing up their circle they both quietly stayed in, the coldness was defeated by the warmth as they both felt pleasant near each other.

Two hearts collide, skipping milliseconds of beats, once dead and lifeless pupils dilate life into the wilderness they both struggle to live in.

It was something that duplicated Angela's love for Zane, while it was a very new thing for Zane, he felt weird and lost.

He was clueless.

To Be Continued...