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The video is completely blank for a few seconds, only a constant and low pitched buzzing indicating that something is actually happening. As light slowly filters in, dark, random and abstract shapes begin to appear, everything appearing as if it is lightly shifting, akin to sand dunes blown on by the wind. But, as at a snail's pace, more light floods into the view, it becomes apparent why it's shifting and where the noise is coming from. Absolutely everything is covered in flies. The reason why the light is slipping in so slowly is because the sun is rising from behind a massive mountain of junk, revealing that the entire scene is nothing but rubbish from horizon to horizon. Rotting food, rusting machines, dead animals...There are even items which look suspiciously like human body parts scattered in amongst it all.
And coming through it, in a small path in the junk, is a group of four children, about seven or eight. They seem perfectly happy, doing what normal children do-smacking each other round the head, then retreating a safe distance to avoid retribution, throwing balls of filth at each other, explaining in detail why the child they are talking to sucks and why the speaker, is in fact, way cooler. They seem to be doing this whilst half heartedly scavenging through the junk. All but one of them, who is constantly a few feet behind the others, looking extremely nervous. The child is unusually tall for his age, but his body language seems dedicated to making him look small, with long black hair that is swept forward over his eyes. One of the other's turns to him and yells.
"Quoll, are you actually going to help?"
The separated child jumps slightly at when addressed, and mutters-
"M'name's not Quoll..."
And then continues to stand around nervously, no idea where to go or what to do-what if he misses up? Then the rest will hate him! Another child speaks at the one that had yelled first-
"His name is Chrollo, stupid."
Which prompts the tall boy with the hidden eyes to shuffle nervously on the spot.
"M'name's not Chrollo..."
But, he is unheard, as the two other boys begin a scuffle over who is stupid and who is not. Squatting down to root through some of the junk, sniffing in a failed attempt to hold back tears, the lanky, filthy, ignored and useless boy mutters, completely unheard by anyone but those watching on the community.
The boy looks up at joyful yelling from the others, as they have unearthed a video tape, which they toss between them happily. Wiping at the tears with his sleeves, the hair parts to finally show the boy's eyes, extremely wide and extremely dark, appearing completely black, but suddenly burning with a desire which is completely out of place on the face of a child. Those are the eyes of a conquering king, a predator, a hungry monster. Focused with the sharpness of a knife on that tape.