Shadow Slave

Sunny stared at Caster with a grim expression. Despite the amiable smile and reassuring voice, he knew what the handsome Legacy was doing.

He grew up in the outskirts, after all.

Caster had said "I will help you."

But what he actually meant was "I will own you."

Because there was no better leverage than a gruesome secret. This help of his was going to come at a price.

But what choice did Sunny have, really? Unless he was ready to fight and kill Caster right there and then, thus silencing the only witness of his crime forever, he couldn't refuse.

Plus… what Caster thought was going to happen and what would really happen was not as set in stone as it seemed. As long as Sunny was alive, there was hope of turning things around, somehow.

He just had to get through this, one step at a time.

Sunny forced out a smile.

"Thank you, Caster. I won't… won't forget it."

Then, he glanced at the dead body lying at his feet and took a step back, escaping the quickly growing puddle of blood. His face remained calm, but a small, almost imperceptible shiver ran through his body.

"So… what do we do now?"

The proud Legacy lingered, then said in a solemn tone:

things first, we can't let anyone see you like this. Wait here for a while. I'll bring something for you

sighed. He didn't really want to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

it won't be easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by Guards. Don't worry, though… I'll think

from returning with a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny

he sent the shadow to keep an eye on things after the handsome young man went

sat on the floor, resting his back against the flimsy wall of

he could still see the bloodied body lying motionless on the stones beside him. For the first time, Sunny wished that

still open, staring

am stuck with you forever, aren't

knew that a new shadow had joined the silent ranks of every creature he had

he could

Time slowly crawled.

any suspicion. He had to avoid prying eyes and waste a lot

you seen Sunny?" Do you want to

sitting on the floor near the corpse of a young man he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the Legacy

the sound of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled. Rain always put him in a bad

of it, Sunny was

he came from a simple background. His story was more mundane than tragic. A trivial story of unfortunate people

parents were both menial workers. They were poor, but not destitute. His dad was employed by one of the numerous maintenance crews that took care of the city's outer barriers. His mom worked in an underground factory that

not a rare occurrence among the city maintenance workers. Three years after that, his mother got sick and

a government child care facility. His sister was young and cute, so she was eventually adopted. Sunny, however, was older and had "behavioral problems", which made him pretty much completely undesirable. After enduring a few years in a series