OK THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE THE MOST INNOCENT OR FRIENDLY CHAPTER. SO THOSE WHO ARE SENSITIVE OR EASILY OFFENDED PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND. I WARNED YOU!

It was during the middle of spring, two young boys were outside playing tag. One was a tall blonde boy. His eyes a charming blue, and always seen with a mischievous grin. The other was smaller, but quite sharp witted with black hair and dark grey eyes who had a fun loving laugh. Their names were Aurum and Zeref. The two had very off putting opposite appearances, you'd never think the two were related. But indeed they were brothers. Aurum took after his mother who was constantly working hard around the house making sure everything was to their hard to please father's liking. Zeref took after his father with the dark hair and eyes, also the same laugh. Except you'd rarely hear their father's laugh. He was rather stiff and cold.

But all in all the family lived rather happily together. Life wasn't perfect. Nope. No life ever is. Yet things worked out well for the family. Warm meals every night, and someone to wake them up in the morning. Two very comforting things that the two boys had. That life, should have lasted those boys longer. A lot longer.

May 7th, their mother passed away. She was sick. Really sick. Nothing was the same since then. The father, slowly but surely started to loose his mind. He was an aggressive man to begin with, and with out his other half he couldn't control his anger. The cold man turned frozen. Deadfuly violent.

The first to find this out was Aurum. Slowly being abused he tended to hide the scars and bruises through lager sweaters. Yet through all the pain he forced a smile to continue on. Not letting it get to him. He was un doubtfully strong. But this, wasn't kept secret from everyone. Left to watch his loved brother suffer was Zeref.

Knowing very well, that he was next. There's only so much a human body can bear. And in Zeref's eyes he understood that Aurum was reaching his limit. That was not the worst part though. No. The worst was yet to come.

The night. A fateful dreary night, a young blonde boy came home late. Aurum stood in the door frame, starring down at his cold feet. His father, was not happy. He asked what took him so long. Why was he late? Aurum did not want to reply. The truth would only hurt himself. For giving the silent treatment the father thought the only way to get answers was to beat it out of him. Finally with his dying breath Aurum gave the answer. He told his teachers. Everything. That authorities were getting involved. The father lashed out. Reaching all different kinds of insanity and cruelty. Zeref had never seen that much blood from the cuts. Things were worse this time around.

"You'll pay." Those were the words that Zeref knew very well. Because in that moment, the father, took out a knife. Zeref was stunned. Unable to move. Even if he really wanted to help. And he wanted to help his older brother so badly. He couldn't though. He couldn't. That knife stabbed his heart all to quickly. Not even a moment to yell. To scream.

"You were watching?" The father turned, staring at his soon to be next victim. Zeref gulped. Fear finding every inch of his body. Holding him captive.

Every step his father took, death approached. That sharp knife held tauntingly in his hands. Was this, his last moments? Zeref remembered, his brother. One day. When they were both happy. When there mother was alive. "I want to make a difference someday. Change the way people planned me to be. Or how things to go." Yes. His brother held that sort of charm that made many adore him, he was gone now. Which meant Aurum couldn't actually change fate. Not like how he wanted to. But, Zeref had time. He had life. Which meant, he had the ability to change how things would go. To twist the expectation. So instead of accepting defeat, he grabbed the knife, and stabbed the one. The one who wanted to kill him. Zeref did what his brother could not.

"This, this will haunt you." His father coughed. "Look at us, we're both killers on the inside." That was his fathers last words to his son.

Mavis Pov.

I heard his story. Every last word of it. I just couldn't believe it. Zeref. My Zeref, had lived that life? I felt the tears falling from my eyes. Why the hell am I the one crying? I, really shouldn't be. And Zeref is just standing there with damp eyes. I'm sobbing! I feel so ridiculous.

My heart hurts like crazy. I don't quite understand what to think. But it all makes sense. His detachment from people, why everyone stood weary of him. Avoiding him. They didn't want to get wrapped up with a murderer. I couldn't help it. I felt- I don't know what I'm feeling!

This morning I was daydreaming about this guy! And now, I'm in fear. I'm standing alone, in the woods, with someone who knows how to kill. That unsettles me.

"Are you ok? I get it Mavis. If you don't want to stay friends with me. I know. It's ok. But at least be honest and tell me that." He tells me.

"I-I." My words just aren't coming out right. I'm shaking and stuttering. What, the, hell, do I do now? My heart and mind were running laps, non stop.

I felt helpless so I did what I could think of, I ran. Idiot. I'm an idiot! He's my friend. He's still a good guy. I know it too! Yet I'm running like a coward! Because I'm scared! It's pathetic.

I look around as I stare into the woods. I stop in my tracks. Crap. Where the hell am I? I'm lost. I don't know the trails. And Zeref had told me there are actual bad people here.

Great, I'm more than just an idiot. I have no intelligence span what so ever. How did I end up in such a bad situation? Ugh... This sucks.

With my head acting all crazy common reasoning just couldn't get to me. I was making quick un thoughtful decisions. But I guess I deserve that. What the hell is wrong with me? My tears are flowing way to heavily. I try wiping them away with my hands, but only more fall. So I just sob. I probably need a good cry.

A hand gently places itself on my shoulder. I stare at the dark haired boy. He came back for me. Of course he did. It's Zeref. When has he not come to save me when I've been the most scared.

"I know you don't want to speak to me, but you don't know your way out of here. Can I at least help you?" He asks, keeping a straight face. I just don't give a care and hug him.

"Mavis, are you ok?"

"No, my head is being really strange. And I don't want to leave you. I want to stay by your side even though I ran. I was just scared, and cowered out of there." Sob, "but I still don't hate you. You're a great person through everything. It doesn't matter what you did, cause I know who you are." I sob again. I need some sleep. I'm letting any words I think of just pour out of my mouth. "You are a nice person. I trust you. Please don't leave cause I was a jerk. Please. I still lo-" Zeref presses a finger to my mouth.

"Ok I get it, you can shut up now." He says laughing, "I think you're really tired and emotionally wearied out for today. So let's get you home." He picks me up and starts carrying me piggy-back style. I lay my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. Even if he's cold, a warm feeling comes over me. I don't want to loose him. Ever.