A Heartful of Emptiness

The Heartless

"What a pity this is", the boy sighed, clicking with his tongue. "But what did I expect from a rusty lock?" He swirrled the key in his right around.

The man he cornered was in fear, his body trembling abnormally and eyes shaking in dread. "W-why are you doing this?" he stuttered.

The other smiled and started tapping on the man's exposed black heart. "Good question, good question." His smiling face turned into a serious expression again. "You know," the boy started off, lifting up his dark blue pullover, exposing a pale torso. His long finger pointed on the black lock located on his chest. "I'm lacking in something." The boy rammed the key in his lock and turned it around. A small rectangle formed around it and flipped open, like a small door. "As you can see, I just don't have what you own", he said, smiling oddly and driving through his black hair.

"W-why does it have to be me?" the man stuttered wildly, trying to avert his gaze, but his eyes always got caught up in the boy's dark pupils.

"Next good question!" the black haired exclaimed. "How sad we're not playing for money, eh?" He cupped the man's cheek and patted it, but keeping it short.

The boy closed his exposed torso and let go of the lifted up pullover. His dark circled eyes sunk deeper into the other's gaze, who in response began to breathe heavily. His chest rose up as if a jolting shock ran through it and sank like the sea at night.

"But do you know what angers me the most?" the boy directed to the man. He shook his head slowly. "Oh, well, let me give you the answer then!" The black haired's face neared the other's, their eyes locked. "It disgusts me what you made out of your heart", he spit in anger. "People like me would give anything for a pure heart and you decide to let yours blacken like this." His tone was accusing, awful and mostly: intimidating.

The boy grabbed around the man's black heart and wrapped his fingers around it tightly, taking it out with a single pull. "You might as well not even deserve it, if you let it rot like this", the black haired voiced and tightened his grip around the heart in his hand.

"Please, be careful!" the man yelled. "You'll break it!"

The black haired threw a distasteful gaze to the other, who withdrew in fear again and shut up. "Why do you even care about it now?" he questioned.

The man's only answer was a stutter of unfinished words. "See? It doesn't matter if you have one or not – you are emotionless anyways." With a mad grin the boy shattered the heart by piercing his fingers in. It fell to tiny pieces and ringed on the floor like breaking glass.

The man sank sown to his knees and looked at the remnants of what was once his. His skin went pale and he felt empty. Now he only could reenact how sadness, even distress, felt like, because now he was unable to feel it.

"A nice night to you, sir" the boy spit, driving his hands along with the golden key into his pockets. He turned around to leave the alley.

"You monster!" the man yelled with watery eyes.

The black haired turned his head around again. "What are you crying about? You lost something not even essential to you", he snickered.

The other demanded to know the boy's name. "You can call me B. The best is you tell your friends and family I might come for them, if they keep on living like you did." The boy turned around again and left with the dreaded screams of the man emerging behind him.

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B pressed down on the keys softly, a tone echoing through the room. He started to play on the piano with closed eyes, enjoying the melody that always brought him to a cold sea while the sun was setting behind. Colors merging and playing, orange and violet hand in hand. The sand was cool and the corns prickling on his feet. Even though he wasn't able to feel, he found enjoyment in this thought, only occurring when the soft melody reached his ears.