Night-Shots (Oneshots)

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He watched as his parents fell to their deaths, it was both too slow and too quick for him to understand, to belief what he was watching. Hearing the cracking and ripping of bones breaking and flesh ripped from the impact. The smell of blood, sweat and all the mixed scents of the panicked and horrified crowd. 

He was barely able to cling to them for a mere second before hands were grabbing at him and ripping him away from the parents he was just flying with a couple minutes before. Ripped from the Circus, the only home he ever knew and thrown into the dirty and unforgiving juvenile detention centre. 

The man who had caused all this pain and suffering had gotten away with murdering his parents before so many. Leaving him to be punished for the deaths he couldn't control instead. None of the cops listened to Haly or him as he spoke over the bad man who had threatened. Ignoring his confession over witnessing someone mess with the equipment before the show. 

He was punished for a crime he didn't even commit, locked away within the juvenile detention centre instead of an orphanage or foster home. No one was coming to save him even as he was still grieving. 

The boy's were harsh and cruel, but the guards were worse. They all knew he was "innocent", a poor lost soul. Prey thrown into the cage with the lions and their starving cubs. 

He wasn't dumb but he played it. He spoke many languages fluently and he knew he had an odd accent due to speaking so many and moving around the world his whole life. 

He was beaten, cursed at and insulted.

His food was stolen by the boys were smart, been here long enough to know how to survive and make other's lives a living hell without leaving evidence. They allowed him one meal. Keeping him fed enough to not suffer fully from starvation. 

If someone died, someone who wasn't guilty of a crime, that meant paperwork and a guard being punished for not noticing sooner. He might not have had anyone left to care for him or check in on him anymore. But a death is still a death, the centre could lose funding if the deaths added up. 

So they starved him without killing him. Making sure he stayed alive enough to carry on being a target. 

He learnt to keep his head down and mouth shut. He wouldn't gain any extra beatings, no new lessons taught by accidently making eye contact with someone in passing or someone assuming he had glanced at them. If his head was down, only his main bullies would attack him. 

No one stepped into help him, to protect him. They all encouraged the beatings, the physically and mental abuse sent towards him. Because if he was the one targeted, no one else would be. 

The guards were smart enough to teach the boys how to hunt for their prey and keep them alive. Because again, if someone died, it meant more unpaid overtime for the guards. They'd have to deal with removing the body, cleaning his things out and the paperwork. And if an "innocent" died, the ones in charge would punish the guards who'd punish the boys in return. 

It became a game. 

Two days of physically pain. 

Two days of mental pain.