As the sun disappeared behind large clouds, people scattered to reach the comfort of their homes. As the last door slammed shut, a snowflake fell down from the sky gracefully. Then it quickly turned into a full snowfall.
A young boy, around six, sat near his window, elbows rested on the windowsill. His sparkling green eyes followed the snow as it twirled down from the sky, slowly down to the ground.
"Mommy! Mommy! Come look! The pretty white stuff is falling again! Can I go out and play?" the messy-blonde haired boy turned around to face his mother, smiling hopefully. The woman sighed, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, picking up her child with a straight face.
"I'm sorry... But it looks like it's going to be a heavy one today. But maybe later.." The boy pouted, crossing his arms in a start of a fit.
"But mommy!" The woman shot a stern glare, shaking her head slowly to make him get the message.
"Maxwell. No means no." He seemed to get the agenda and stopped. He looked down and pushed her away gently, putting his arms up so he was slipping out of his mother's arms slowly.
His mother frowned, bending down to his level.
"Maxwell. Listen. Please... I love you. I just don't want you to get sick.. Okay?.. You know if you do it could get really bad." she cupped his cheek in her hand, tears pricking at her eyes. Maxwell looked at her, taking a few seconds before hugging her, "I love you to mommy..." She smiled, holding him close , hoarsely whispering to him, "I love you more.." back.
-Time skip (About two years later)-
Maxwell gripped his hat tightly, knee-deep in snow. | Here lies Alice May Blau | 1953-1975 | Tears painfully clung to his eyes.
"M...Mom... come back... please.." Teeth-gritted, legs shaking, tears streaming down his face. 'Why did it have to happen?!' A tall male placed a hand on Maxwell's shoulder, tears in his eyes as well.
"Do you want me to take you home? Or do you want to stay here a bit longer?..." Maxwell glanced up at him and nodded, holding his arms up to be picked up.
"Daddy... why did mommy have to die?.." The male paused while lifting his child up, biting his lip, trying to think.
"Max.. Maxwell.." He sighed, looking at him right in the eyes. "Please listen to me and listen well. One day I won't be here either... it's just something that happens in life. But just remember.. When someone you love, and I mean truly love.. They will always be with you.." Maxwell was only eight. The whole concept of life and death was still confusing, and just made him feel angry at his confusion. He only nodded, not saying anything to his father as he stood up; carrying him home.
-Time Skip (One-two months later)-
"Danke..." Maxwell muttered to his friend, Elliot, while walking to school, talking the treat that was offered to him.
"Ahh, no problem! It's not like I need the extra sugar anyway!" the brunette-haired boy smiled, pulling on his jacket while waving his hand a bit. "Besides, you need to build up some kind of energy before school starts! You're not yourself anymore.." Maxwell nibbled on the treat, listening to his friend, looking down at his shoes while he walked.
"Well dad hasn't really been the same since mommy died..." he glanced over at Elliot before returning his line of vision to his shoes.
"By different what do you mean? You can tell me... right?" Elliot gently put his arm out, stopping Maxwell. "Whatever you tell me I'll keep secret.. promise..."
Maxwell froze, shaking his head no, "I don't wanna talk about it... Now lets go. We'll be late for school. But if you really want me to say something all I have to say is Dad hasn't been taking mommy's death well..." he pushed the arm away and speed-walked, only giving Elliot the choice to follow close behind without any more questions. Elliot stayed behind Maxwell, something was off. He paused for a second, taking another sniff of the air. Alcohol... But Maxwell would never touch that stuff. 'His dad. It makes sense now...' He kept quiet about his new discovery. He knew Maxwell wouldn't talk about it with him.
-Time Skip (To Maxwell's Early 20's)-
Maxwell leaned onto a tree, taking a puff of a cigarette, watching the world in front of him from a distance. He flicked his cigarette into the snow, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets while walking down the park's trail. It was just starting to get dark, and people were starting to head home. Maxwell looked up at the stars and moon while walking, smiling softly for a second.
"If only mom were here... She would go on and on about the stars. I wonder- MMF!" He was cut of by someone covering his mouth and pulling him back, he wiggled around, trying to get lose from whoever was doing this. But soon he was slowly drifting off into a calm darkness.
Maxwell awoke in a strange room, with only one dim light in the room, nothing else. He started to sit up, quickly getting a pain in his head while doing so, causing him to lay himself back down, holding his head.
"Fuck. What's? Who?" He looked around from where he was, trying to figure out some details. As he looked around his eyes fell upon a figure in a corner, all black; except for a large, white, toothy grin and glowing white eyes. Maxwell felt his body grow cold all over, paralyzed in shock. As he stared the figure moved closer, and to his surprise the thing was just a black, misty, human shaped thing with no features, except for the mouth and eyes of course.
"W...Who are?" Maxwell stumbled over his words trying to make sense of the situation.
"I am you. The dark side of you. Everyone has one. Some choose to ignore it. I am the voice you hear when you want to do something wrong and know it. And you...You've pushed me away and have forgotten me. But that had just made me stronger. You can't forget me Maxy-boy.~ I've grown so strong from all of that pain you sealed inside. And now you need to pay the price for shutting me out!" Maxwell's eyes widened as the figure closed-in on him, his whole body clenching, eyes shutting, waiting for the impact. But nothing happened for a second. Then an overwhelming pain raked all over, it felt like someone was stabbing him and pulling the blade down, cutting open his body. His body jerked and twitched, the sound of dark laughter surrounding him as he went through all this.
A full ten minutes of this, inhuman torture happened. It soon faded, leaving him there confused, angered, scared, and downright traumatized. It took him a bit but, he finally managed to sit up. And right next to him was a mirror. He was wearing all black. Black jacket, his black hat, a black cape-like thing connected to his jacket. Then the imaged changed, instead of Maxwell in the mirror it was the figure.
'Black Max'. The thought only filled his mind for a split second, but it seemed to imprint on his mind. 'Black Max... interesting..' He shakenly stood up, dusting himself off. As he did this, he felt a sudden zing of aggression spread through his body, making his head hurt again. He growled in pain and held his head, opening one of his eyes hearing a voice.
"Maxy~ I have full control of you now! Prepare to have the time of your life!~" There was the voice again. 'Time of your life? Full control? What did?' His thoughts were faded as he suddenly climbed out the window, unable to control himself. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?' He paused. He couldn't speak. The voice didn't reply to his desperate question as he headed down the moon-lit streets, heading for a house that seemed familiar to Maxwell.
"Won't be long now till you aren't you! HA HA!~" Maxwell felt tears prick at his eyes, scared out of his mind. It wasn't long until he was inside the house. He was then upstairs, going into a room. The second Maxwell saw who the person in the bed was, he tried to fight back. He couldn't kill Elliot! This was the only person he cared about in this damn world. 'No,no,no!!' He screeched inside his own head. Like a helpless child he was many years ago to his mothers death. His vision started to become blurry as he felt his hand pull a long blade from the jacket pocket, moving in on Elliot. A shadowy mist slithered out from under his coat, surrounding the bed. Just as the blade made contact with his head, Maxwell's vision went black. He heard the blood curdling screech from Elliot, followed by laughter. Dark laughter that sounded like his. "M...Max?" He heard his friend whisper before taking his last breath. Maxwell could feel the blood of his hands, the blade gripped tightly in his hand. The smell of iron filled the room. Maxwell couldn't take anymore. It had to be a nightmare. He wobbled slightly before he passed out, losing the senses he had left.
Maxwell's eyes flickered open, waking up under the tree in the park from last night. He looked down at himself and nearly fainted, seeing that he had blood splattered on his hands, arms, and stomach areas. 'Did I?... No! N..No! No! It's just... just...'
"Oh yes you did~" The voice cut in. Taunting Maxwell with a snicker. Maxwell bit on his lip, getting up and heading to the river, washing off the blood. 'How could I?...'
"Simple!~ I did.. Well. You did it~" Maxwell shook his head, turning on his heel to head home. No one will know. Red never overpowers black that much... As Maxwell walked, he passed a dark-haired male, a big-shot of the town. Oh these people were always so annoying. Maxwell tipped his hat to him, a smile being forced on his lips.
"He's next Maxy-Boy~ I hope I don't break you too soon~" The voice echoed before fading away. Maxwell's eyes widened slightly. He kept quiet and hurried off to his house. He had to leave. 'Wellll~' A smile slowly formed onto his face, his eyes starting to glow white. 'Maybe I could try and enjoy myself this one time...'
""Attention! This is an important broadcast! Jackson Miles has been found, from what we know, murdered! The culprit remains unidentified! The only evidence we have is a letter with black writing on it! From German it translates too: "Long black jacket. A Black hat. Watch your back. I hide in the shadows, for I am Black Max!" ""