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Well this is my new story and it is well my 60th something story but the first that has actually been put up… I decided to put it up because today is my birthday. Not very exciting I know but…

Anyhow. Well give the authoress some slack. I know it isn't exactly great but whatever and such. I wanna thank everyone that influenced me to do this…. Damn this list is long… Ah well. You'll find out as I maybe will take note of the most influential in the chaps so…

Don't flame me for the story and give me reviews saying I can't write, because, hint to all, I typed this… -bawls- I will post answers to reviews on the update of new chapters or answer you personally if it explains things to thoroughly to just list out in plain sight since I don't want for everyone to find about the plot eh? Lol.

Well read and review. -Hint-hint-nudge-nudge- reviews are especially appreciated.

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Washing Away the Blood

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Summary: Their friendship started through the death of so many others. Now they fight to keep them and their friends alive. Do they have the will to do it, or will they drown in the pain of their poisoned past? (Warning some mentions or murders and such).

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Chapter One: Guilt Trip

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The cold downpour of rain wasn't relenting. It came down with no mercy whatsoever. It was nearly the end of the day and the bloodshed was nearly over. But this wasn't the end of the pain for anyone.

A solitary young boy stood stunned at the edge of his home; his face still staggered beyond belief. What he had witnessed would stay with him forever. That is if he survived the days that came.

He seemed to jump at the slightest sound and his eyes were tightly closed. His silver hair was soaked and his hair and clothes shone with blood. You hardly could see the black tipped edges of his hair that set him out from everyone else. Slowly his eyes opened again, the clear sea leaf green eyes staring out to his once beautiful home.

He still could hear the sound of the waterfall in his ears and his parent's laughter. But then the screams had come and the clash of metallic swords.

A drop of blood fell from his forehead. That was the only place he had been scarred. Right across his cheek. No doubt it would heal back to the way it was but such a small wound could never amount to what had been lost.

He jumped as a group of men came around the bend and hid in the dark shadows of the houses, instinctively clutching his stout dagger tighter, as they were dragging corpses of the villagers to a pile elsewhere. A dark hatred began to grow within the small boy. They spoke a language he knew from the merchants that passed through his village every summer, German.

He himself was Russian from his father and mother. He hadn't seen his sister since the early morning and now he supposed she was dead. Everyone except him was. His mother, father, neighbors, everyone was dead.

He crept out of hiding as they left. They were tall men, nearly as tall as his father had been. Thinking of his family brought stinging tears to his eyes. He brought himself to realize again that crying would not rewind time and moping wouldn't either.

He ran along the houses' shadows until he reached the river. He ran among the banks of the raging river until he had gone a long distance from it, a long enough way that he would be safe for if not a while, at least the night.

A silent sobbing brought his attention away from his thoughts again. A little ways off a girl was kneeled by a man. Her father he supposed. Apparently he wasn't enough away…

He began to walk away. But the clear image of the girl burned in his mind. Instantly that led to guilt. He couldn't just leave this girl here. She was suffering just as much as he was. He closed his eyes and faced it. He wouldn't be able to survive on his own anyway. They were both survivors and the murderers would be back for the man's body.

He headed back to the girl and stood next to her. Her sobbing had stopped but she paid no heed to the young boy. Her dark black hair was also tainted in blood as she still clutched the man's lifeless hand. A peaceful expression remained on his face and hopeful that was the way he would stay.

The boy took her free hand and finally she looked up. Her cerulean eyes met his emerald ones and he recognized her from the village.

He sadly smiled. "О с мной. Его жизнь может быть потеряна но он хотел бы вас жить. О." (Translation: Come with me. His life may have been lost but he would have wanted you to live. Come.)

"Где?" (Translation: Where?)

"К безопасности. Где-то далеко прочь." (Translation: To safety. Somewhere far away.) He replied with another saddened smile.

She sighed and looked back at the lifeless man.

"Будет лошадь там. Примите красотка и пойдите... Я хочу остаться," she whispered pointing to the reigned horse. (Translation: There's a horse there. Take the beauty and go... I want to stay.) His face hardened.

Out of no where, German voices and hoof beats began to sound. They were coming. They had come back! The girl's eyes became scared and her face tense.

"Бег!" He yelled grabbing her arm. She came this time, tears falling from her dark eyes. (Translation: Run!)

They grabbed the horse and ran. He hastily forced her on and followed suit on the tall horse. She looked back once but gripped the reins, muttering encouraging words to the frightened stallion. It knew the proximity of the murderers covered in blood were closing in around them. It took no more urging and ran like death was on its heels and carried them out of the woods.

Only fate could tell now if they were to come back again, or even live through the night. But this had scarred their lives forever and eternally changed them. They never would be the young children they were last night. They never would be again.

Tbc…

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Well this is my new story and it is well my 60th something story but the first that has actually been put up… I decided to put it up because today is my birthday. Not very exciting I know but…

Anyhow. Well give the authoress some slack. I know it isn't exactly great but whatever and such. I wanna thank everyone that influenced me to do this…. Damn this list is long… Ah well. You'll find out as I maybe will take note of the most influential in the chaps so…

Don't flame me for the story and give me reviews saying I can't write… -bawls- I will post answers to reviews on the update of new chapters or answer you personally if it part of the new chapter since I don't want for everyone to find about the plot eh?

Well read and review. -Hint-hint-nudge-nudge- reviews are especially appreciated.

Are you all asleep? This story is in the border of Russia and the European countries so… Tell me if it is okay…. "Review"

How was the first chap? Should I continue?

Plot ideas? I read all and DO use some.

Names for the girl and boy? (Ha-ha… haven't thought of any for the girl yet… the boy's list is forming)

Where the next event should be placed?

So well read and review… Answer the questions if you want to and I'll answer you soon. Since I have a ridiculous amount of tests hanging about I won't update for a while (min. a week) but I'll be sure to contact those who reviewed… Happy whatever! Lol, have a nice day and rest of the week!