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:

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

really want to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was right. Walking around covered in blood was a bad

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

do without being noticed, if not by

crowd of people?

shadow to keep an eye on things after the

resting his back against the flimsy wall

lying motionless on the stones beside him. For the first time, Sunny wished that his eyes weren't able to

still open, staring

am… I am stuck with you

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

he could

Time slowly crawled.

to avoid prying eyes and waste a lot of time conversing with people who constantly wanted to win

you seen Sunny?" Do you want to read

man he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of

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

of it, Sunny was always reminded

came from a simple background. His story was more mundane

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 produced air

accident, which was not a rare occurrence among the city maintenance workers. Three years after that, his mother got sick and eventually passed away. Factory

which made him pretty much completely undesirable. After enduring a few years in a series of increasingly vile foster homes, he finally