Pain of Death

The young man looked up from the gravestone, grinning from underneath his bangs. "Hey! Get over here!" The boy turned, his smile vanishing as quickly as it had come. Two men in long black coats with long blonde hair were standing over a seperate grave. They pointed to a small girl writhing on the ground. She screamed and the boy gasped. Rain started to fall and the wind began to pick up speed. "Don't hurt her." He whispered. The men laughed and continued to torture her. "Stupid Blue-blood." The men spat at her while the boy cowered. He looked down at his black fingernails then up at the sky. He looked anywhere, but at the girl. Rain pounded harder.